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The teacher told me to study more. My family wanted me to do well in school, And because of the teacher, my grades began to soar. Studying soon became a chore,
Eternity Roses, roses Bloody roses Petals at my feet You love me not My insides rot
The silence grips my heart Hangs over me like a dark group of clouds just waiting to rain Don’t speak. Don’t speak. I tell myself
Thinking that she is invincable She dances in the Jaws of Death She picks plack from the creature's teeth She dares it to snap. It chases here for ten yards And then down a hole.
I can see your brown eyes piercing inside of me finding something I'm not certain of I can feel your soft lips kissing me goodnight everytime we say our goodbye's
As words crawl up and out of my throat My fingers desperate to find the right note Heart as heavy as lead but fragile as glass Watching the ceiling fan, waiting for it to pass The nausea the fatigue
knowing when to stand down being aware of when to shut up allowing ideas to form without speaking them all will pay off in the end
A room of strangers,
Some people say she was crazy, they think that she was out of her mind.She paid the price when she decided to use a power line for a clothes line.She thought that the electric current would dry the clothes faster.
I've been told that the world is not rainbows and sunshine. That's fine. But what is it do you want this world to be? Because everything in this world is the same:
I am so mad at myself for what I have just done. broke a heart, I took a life, I stole a soul. The heart I broke was that of m loves, and the life i took the same.
Get out of my face, I don't want lies laying on me. It's your story, tell it how you wanna. But don't think I'll care, no one does. Why? Because of what you do.
I guess it's just not meant to be, I started out hiding the true me, I really like you, That's why I called you boo, You were my heart and still are, and it sucks that you're mad far
O’ Facebook, why must you be the molly to my generation?
Wait... Stop... Please? I beg you to reconsider You're beginning to fade away Already one foot in your grave This life will get you Pit you in the middle between lions and bears
Stupidity is a luxury And quite frankly, Like most luxuries, Only the rich can truly afford it. Wealth, money, filthy lucre. Would you trade the world For circular slices of metal?
I have these words swirlingaround, all my thoughts twirling. I rarely have a chanceto let these pieces sit, to dance. Because the very moment Ilet my thoughts be, for a fraction of a
My wounds are the awards of my anger. My anger was the reaction of the pain. The pain was the affect of my cause of stupidity.
Stupid. how Stupid of me it waS to fall So hard for a guy like him becauSe it would only juSt bring my heart So much hurt knowing that he won't like me but alwayS love her.
I speak to the dead, After I have wasted three and ninety lockpicks Just to get a potato out of a long forgotten box. How is it not rotten? I really need to get to Whiterun but Lydia blocks me in the hallway.
Life is unexpected What happens will happen One cannot changes their fate, but can only accepts it One phone call, one mistake end it all End of the road