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Silent, Sad, Mad, What is wrong with me? I am crying inside where you can not see. Silent, but LOUD Explain to me.
I wear newer clothes, Though I may look similar, I am happy now.
Young brown girl Searching the TV For people like me Could’nt find any Young brown girls With curly hair Or skin darker than “fair” So i believed I was not pretty
I have seen into the light, For so long I never had it in me to stand upright, I was always so pathetic, I never looked in the mirror as my own worst critic, It was always up to me,
Dear onlooking eyes, We’re all thorns One speculated look Will prick another One judgement can imprison another mind Poison begins to seap It could slowly take over
Dear “The Other Side of Me,” Why have we been fighting lately? I honestly think it’s my fault It’s not you It’s me
Dear Savannah, It's okay to be afraid. And it's okay that you don't know what you're doing with your life. Most people don't have it figured out. Life is scary. Not disappointing people is hard,
Pass that class Apply for college Gain more weight Still get acne Question yourself Question your morals Have regrets Forgive yourself Improve yourself Love yourself
All I've ever thought about was love How it feels What makes it real Then I had the opportunity To date someone for that purpose That made me a selfish person He cheated on me
Mighty is a strong word but strong is stronger. That may not seem right but neither is wrong. Hate is a strong word but love is stronger. That is always right but one is wrong.
2016: The Year Fear Took Over You Think it will be the best year You Think you will grow You Think you will change
Not fearless. Still brave. Dare to dream. Lovely. All of the things I so desire, and delight in. Conspiring against tragedy.Shakespeare wishes it was a comedy. Escaping from scapegoats, and illness blighting.
A Krazy Kahlo and Picasso By Lauren Ward All I Need Is a Painting. A Picasso. Or maybe a Frida Kahlo.
Match the beat With your heart Let in the rhythm And never part Just let yourself Be swallowed whole Make the music Part of your soul
Distance The water crashing upon the shore and the need to breathe. Salt doesn't make good air and neither does space. Time A misconcetion of the ultimate thought
I stared fear in the eyes and asked it how was its day our staring match, lastedfor about five minutes and I refused to look away I am bigger I am not afraid I said, as I trembled in my legs
I am... What am I? Who am I? I am ugly I am fat I am cautious I am casual I am short-haired I am brown eyed But. I am me. I am not
I've written so much about feelings that I need to put on my thinking hat And find a way to feel free again Not bound by the laws of thick or thin I want to know that I am true I am something out of the blue
You ever feel so worthless all you wanna do is cry can't even stand to stare in the mirror cause the hate goes straight to your eyes Those tears running down your face expresses the pains you can't explain
Life is so mysterious,Also very precarious.It can get tedious,Unless you are spontaneous!Life can be a hindrance,Hidden from the brilliance,Difficult to make a difference,
Check yourself before your wreck yourself It's a time for change but you staying in the same place in the same lane this ain't chess so why are you playing games? You're not a king or queen
I've been thinking about death
As I stand in the mirror, I think my nose is too weirdly shaped. My eyebrows are too straight And I hate my hair this way. As I stand in the mirror, I think my ears are too small
Eyes torn, eyes bright; reaching Hands clasped, outstretched; speaking. They tell my story, they lived my days: of teary-eyed nights but persistent days, spent studying, searching, for the ones who helped me see,
We like to believe we are being upfront But behind a filter, screen, or angle. Never wanting to confront The fake front becomes a tangle. Being able to be yourself,
My eyes dart side to side looking for the welcoming smile, Was it not enough, You have put my entire life on trial, I know what I have done makes my outside rough,
People always make analogies Saying birds are free; they want to be birds. What is a bird? Nothing more than hair.
They say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but what if that view is fallacious?
I used to look in a mirror and see nothing more than a pale, meaningless skeleton Encompassed by pasty, white flesh with scars that seemed to never fade away no matter how much they healed,
Shame on you Filter! For hiding my little mole that I have on my left side
I used to think that I was dumb Nothing more than chewed gum People would say that I did not deserve to live But I did not hate I learned to love and give Discrimination at it's worst
Girl let me tell you that i've been on the road though Singing songs of how I miss you A boat load
When I look in the mirror at myself I see deeper than what's my image on the surface, When I look in my reflection I am the rain and the sun nothing that can be easily undone, Most see sunshine and a halo in my reflection because I can do nothing
My sound? Is a silent night, I have no music no beats, or rhythem. My sound? Crickets on a summer day. When I was born they sang. My sound? Is a soft noise
When I read this and when you do too, you will think... How can I be so stupid to not be able to control this feeling
A pimple on my cheek Who cares? A crack in between my teeth Who cares? A hair out of place Who cares? A few strech marks across my waist Who cares? I love my skin
The world is full of hate drenched in the cynical behavior that we come to know women are starving to achieve the level or perfecton that photo editors create children are bullied
Cheers to the unforgettable memor
I am me Can I be me while trying to fit in this square In your square What society wants from me Cannot be the same as who I am Or who I want to be
The world is a swirling ball of chaos So many people Rushing about Not looking up from their job Remaining blind Ignoreing the crying child The lonely man The woman with bruises
In an operation, surgeons pull away the skin. Their patient is a stranger. Every organ, muscle, and bone is known to them. Doctors dig inside their patients physical walls,
I made myself in their image by the time I was 13. Squeezed my body into the pieces of their machine. My laugh too boisterous, I learned to snicker. My smile too wide, I snapped it in half.
Our main goal. What they push us towards. "Be yourself" But how can I do that when I don't even know how? How to talk my own words without being hated How to dress my own way without being judged
IMAGE Image is a strong word for girls and guys both. It's not the word of the bird, but the sense of the matter. It's about what you can afford,
Chewing nails over broken wishbones. Wrapping your reflexes around the pills you couldnt swallow. Discovering how little we rely on ourselfs.
Are we a free people, a free country, with a truthful servicing of liberty and justice for all?
I walked with my head down Noticing every crack in the ground In order to keep from falling. I walked like that for years Until the day I looked to hard at the ground And ran right into you.
Who the heck are you to tell me I’m wrong? How can you be so sure that the song I sing is out of tune?
There's a girl with a nice shape, long hair and a small waist; living in today's society your only considered beautiful if you're under an size eight.
No thank to mani-pedis I'll pass on the spa Spend your paycheck on produce
Wasted freedom adjourned by the linguistically-challenged society. A wreckage in my brain driving me to the point of insanity, manicuring each segment to be
i want to live.
What makes my brain tick? It happens when my thoughts just click. Through my eyes, I can see A great big world in front of me. My mind helps me make the right choice To help me find my own voice.
Im sick of letting people get the best of my emotions. I don't belong to anyone and I never will. I'm too untamable, the ultimate challenge with straightforward notion. The truth is the only thing that truly fills.
I don't know who I am.
Stopping half way across his path I leaned up against his soul and saw the demon taking hold. He took out his nine inch sword and held to the sky telling me and my wolf, we were about to die.
This is my attempt at a spoken word piece. Not finished. But, its how I want to start and end it. Tell me what you think...
My Friend, I hold your face with gentle hands, gazing into
We were not born fake Our cries were real So real like that pain we feel the purity of our souls were turned inside out dried right up like a bad droubt who are we trying to impress?
Do not show jealousy in the light of a mischievous mirror For that same mirror will glare back at you in madness.
I can admit that I'm not the same person as I was when I was young I feel my experiences have raised me Shaped me, into the person I have become Through all the talent shows
The ones who wear their heart on their sleeve We are the few the ones who are constantly stepped on The ones no one understands because we are too fat or too skinny
Change? Change is the thing we all desire
he sits in the shower pools of blood at his sides the water washing away his tears along with the crimson liquid pouring from his wrists. he hates who he is. a disappointments a fuck up
Skipping daintily on his merry little toes The Pied Piper plays his tune. And laughing happily as he goes His eyes do glisten like the moon. He beckons on with fiery force
You want change you say, and here you all are preaching it. Preaching it to please. Please who? Yourselves? Pu-lease. Oh, oh, oh! I'll change lives.
I have never had sex They judge me as a prude It hurts my heart Them being so rude I want him to love me But he won't for sure He thinks me a tease Easy to lure
i just snuck into a smoke shop
People are trying to be the next big thing, trying to out do the each other like we are in a race, conforming to what we think the world wants,
Forever, atleast that’s what you said.
Your mind is roaming, so full of thoughts. You cannot stop thinking, your mind is so wrought. Constantly doing something for others, expecting nothing in return. Silently seeking happiness and someone elses concern.
I am insane. Accept it or not. I am not the type to change just for any person. So don’t even try, Because I will never alter.
Not a thing you can do, not a thing you can say, that would affect me, never in a day, got tofo be another time, got to be another land, got to be another life, and I mean just what I said, your words do not hurt me, your actions cannot phase me,
ain't you tired of looking at the ground when you connect eyes with shadows? finding and searching for answers, reasons why this is happening to me? ain't you tired of leaving messy trails on the bathroom floor?
How many times did they tell you you’d never make it. I wrote it down on paper just because I liked how it sounded. And I whispered it to myself, as they burnt the page. The fire burnt my hand. They laughed
Don't go changingThat's what I thought you saidChange yourselfThat's what you said instead
Stretched in all directions, a reflection of where you stand. Left in, to fend with no defense, horizons end is arid sand. Tongue is numbed, a dry sponge in your mouth on which you choke.
I love fashion because it is like an extension of my personality and what kind of mood I'm in. It can invite people in and show the softer side of me. Our choice of clothes represent inner desires and emotions which we want to show or hide too.
AIDS is real I hate condoms Oh yes I know we want to feel every side of it HIV doesn’t seem real when you are having the best feeling in the world You don’t think about AIDS when you pay visit to the vagina
Who am I to think I’m beautiful?Disproportionate at every angle, my figure is shaped like that of a pear’s.And any claims to beauty seem to be rare,because I can hardly stand the sight of my body bare.
Express yourself! Use your words!were all things I was told back then.So I allow my words roam free here and again.Like now, I write when the mood is rightor, to keep my eyebrows from getting tight. Express yourself!
"Look at the obvious, only feel for the "natural", God told me. "Don't smell the pink flowers, only the blue", the media said. "Pull yourself to the inside and push from the out", school taught me.
I like how we grow up mentally when we grow up physically Like when you're young and make sure your poems rhyme, even if they don't make sensically But then we decide to jump out of our immature shell, which was once ok
Close your eyes, open your mouth, let your stomach shout an OMMMM stretch, relax, take care of your skin, eat properly, be gentle, give, never take, be honest. Work hard, sleep much, run
We are the poor kids. The outcasts. From the unknowns of the Country in the Unknown of the Country. And yet we are known. We are that thought in the back of your head. We are the “What If…” of the Race.
I am from cowboy hats, lumber and tools; from Dawn soap and coconut shampoo. I am from the sounds of country music blaring and Dad's chainsaw roaring. I am from the smell of fresh cut grass;
Look into the mirror Repeating the abusive words Ugly Fat Chunky Hairy You look like a man Too short Or too tall Silence the voices inside your head You wish
People look at her But they don’t see clearly. She is different for sure, So they overlook her-nearly.
I'm tall, your short which ones better? big boobs? small ones? or how about this big ass, small bum I just love mine who cares, because thats the way I am! The way I am! what can I say
As the sun fades away The sky turns to gray O' dear, I can only say, "See you tomorrow morning star" We look back in time To where we had our best and worst times Wish we had a time machine
I am an unfortunate entity the product of a faulty system I have my flaws, I have plenty I use all in my power to resist them
My name is Beautiful. Black. Woman. Even though my "friends" call me white. They fail to acknowledge the fact that my mother's skin is a richly dark as the soil from which their ancestors picked cotton.
The Best Title, One Word, Deepest Message, Advance Rhetoric Poem Which Answers What Everybody Should Be So that We Can Stop Looking To Others For the Answer Even Though Ironically I Am Considered An Other Telling You What to Be
Oh Ya, By The Way Last night while you creeping around with that guy you met from the club, I was already with him. When you got home to your man and yall made sweet love, I began to flow right through him.
"His Gifts" By:Lynisha Arceus
I was always taught never seem weak Always act strong To always fake that smile And laugh like nothings wrong But right now I think about those hard times I got through
Angry tears Arched across my zygoma Flowing with rage...It’s colorful I can't think... my mind eclipse by sublte animosity Through holes I've imprinted with malice
Like an object at rest I remained Although a force was acting upon me There was no reaction of mine To the change that had happened What a strange phenomenum of science I was I didn't react when I should have
STAND ABOVE IT, there are too many women out there, who have convinced themselves that they are not capable of surviving in a world where sexism, male chauvinism has rammed them into the dust.
I was appealed by your appearance not gone lie i was intrigued by you but could you keep me played my cards right i had a full house but i guess you held the out roses left at my door step again
Tackle the dreams of a thousand human beings Gaze upon their souls to serve a meaning Failure is not an option while tormented Road blocks are plowed by the strength of senses
A pure divine to life, beautiful as a lotus that blooms from the dripples of water, and the rays from the sun. From the soil a seed was planted, deep in the womb The anatomy wept from agony and painless fear
(poems go here) I laid on her like paper did to rock and suddenly we both refused to shoot out what exactly it is that sizer through our layers of mentally striped blue margins,
Red, the color of passion Red, the color of hate Red, the color of pure blood Red, the color of a curse Outcasted by the world, His body is my hearse
Abstinance to Prevent Teen Pregnancy The practice of refraining from sexual activity for psychological, social or reasons religiously. Psychologically, you prevent the possibility of pregnancy, STDs, and extra responsibilities.
Think before you do it Think before you risk everything Yeah he’s cute And he has a great smile But think before you do it There’s always a chance you will not be respected