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As i lay here i cant stop thinking I just want to burst out and cry I cant help but think How did i become this person Why did i become this person I guess i will never know Why? Because talking about it hurts It hurts more then thinking Maybe t
I know who I am Rosy streets and stars guide me Now I watch you burn
Failure, I want to say thank you for always being there. The fear of you keeps pushing me forward. And even though I’ve fallen into your opens arms before,
Dear anxiety, You've been with me my whole life Not like a loving mother who cares for me
Silence is both a friend and an enemy. It sings out when you are alone, laying over you like a blanket. Its presence is either comforting or smothering, yet somehow both. It is the empty gap after a risky action.
It is delicious and sweet, So simple to enjoy, When not having to worry about a thing. For me that's not the case. I love food, at least I did But the relationship is on and off.
Success is key In the golden sea that is opportunity. But in this endless sea, Would you ever help me find my sanity? Can't you see? You are the enemy.
Thinking back to the very fist existence, There was one that cannot be forgotten: Clad in white, adorned with thorns, And many emotions shown on its face. Age alike, the mind even more so.
Please stop stalking me, stop watching for my every weakness and exploiting it. you are a slimy shadow, a grim stormcloud. hanging over my head,
Just shut up! Please, be quiet! For the love of humanity, of God, (the one you refuse to believe in), SHUT UP!
Demons go up to me suddenly talking nonsense,i am like God is this real?He nods and says revelation apocalypse, so i kneel and ask for strength to hold on to the throne because i know when people hear this demons won't leave me alone.Heaven is my
I want to be successful, make a change in this world. I want to be successful not just for the diamonds and pearls. I want to be successful for my family.
You don’t know the rea
Walking down the street with tear in my eyes and you still have words to say to me? My head in the ground, dirt in my face and your still kicking me?
We Act Just Alike, In Each And Every Way
Invisible Knight Hefting sightless armor Decorated in gold talons Your wrath is unmatched As your peace is unequaled
I took a look over the edge and slipped I fell into an oblivion The fall did not just puncture my bones but hurt a few hearts in the process They told me everything would be okay but they all left
Hope, Being portrayed as a bird or a silver lining, Always positive. Never has it been seen for what it truly is, A double edged sword. One edge being the outcome we desire and the other being... Painful.
You laughed the day I walked into class, I was a number, expecting to pass. You wondered and questioned. How can it be? About a silly little Mexican, like me. You smiled and asked for a schedule,
Anticipation grips the air with unearthly forceAs the opposition stands with ready armsThe goal more than to inflict just harmAn ink laden sword holds more weight: endorse
Her eyes sparkle like diamonds, A smile plays across her lips, Her hair blows gently in the whispering wind. No one knew the secrets behind her eyes.
See you are the type of girl who wants everything handed to you You want diamond rings, foreign cars and clothes made by designers who's names you can't even pronounce
When you are boiling up inside, It seems impossible to hide. Your soul begins to light on fire, Like a forest blaze would transpire. The hate may break your heart in two, But in the end it's up to you.
All my life I have struggled All of time I have fought Every day a new battle Every hour a new loss I'm no soldier or fighter Not a hero at all Just a person imprisoned In a mind not my own
That girl who cut deep into her skin, for short outburst of relief. Brown sugar gliding against the sharpness of red. That happiness that the blood reveled seemed like it was being healed.
A story about my Uncle Sam who doesn't seem to get enough money, and it's hurting every single person out there.
hurting way down deep pain, so complete. i can't think, I can't breathe i can't do anything. it's a scary thing to hurt so bad. it's awful to not understand why.
A droplet drips down Ruby red and perfect Falling from the wound Of the fallen man Lifting his head He tries to stand But, alas, he can't He is a fallen man
A river runs red Blood soaks into the ground Aided by the rain Corpses litter the field Bodies with faces Life lights their eyes no more What's that young man's name? No one is sure
All alone in her room. All alone in the world. The crying doesn't stop. Never does hate. How can a little piece of metal help you to hate yourself so much? It cuts like butter, It hurts like a knife.
The mirror. The home of my worst enemy. Myself. I see her again today. Her waist. Not small enough. Her face. Not pretty enough. Her hair. Not long enough. Her skin.
His heart stained the floor a dull red, While his breaths escaped under his bed. Valiantly he fought the war but wound up dead, Although the war was only inside his head. Swords clashed; dragons spit fire.