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First off, lemme just say this is one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do And least of all people, who would’ve thought it had to be to you. You are the true definition of a ride or die
Sand the golden beads of shore. I'm with you We hold on to one another Without holding hands. The sound of the sea reminds us of every second of romance we've had Making it harder to let go
There are only two types of fear When the outcome is beneficial and when the outcome is detrimental. can't hear my own thoughts can't feel my own hands How come it's when we have control
Do you think I'm callous? Do I seem mean? Do I look like a monster, Or a fearing fiend? Did I do something wrong? Did I turn green? Did I break your heart, Or rupture your spleen?
indigestible being that was the lesson-- you had to leave they needed to let you go even though you thought of youself as sweet remember, you too, were poison.
I watched us grow apart, you found new joy. Memories, pictures, and moments I watched them be created. Without me. Because I love you. We spent everyday together, laughing.
Let go of the lies that have been told since birth Let go of the yells that have been heard through walls Let go of the memories that wonders your mind
Please, just tell me to let you go All I want is you to be content with Another, grow with them Laugh with them Speak about the future with One another, share the warmth Under the bed sheets at night
to be free is to set free but to be in jail is to suffer to learn a lesson, to be alone an fight on your own is to be brave to set someone free is to rescue to be free is to let go.. but before you let go you must say goodbye...
"I am here for you. All you have to do is call me." Words from a frivolous liar. I called, but you've never picked up. I text, but you've never shown interest in my struggles. So, why did you say that? People can't be counted on. Unpredictable.
I don't know what to do anymore I don't know who to talk to anymore I don't know how to love anymore I don't know how to live anymore....because you're gone.
Funny Bones Woke up on a Monday morning feeling wavy Got dressed, grabbed my bag and got crazy Started dancing, I got my groove on and felled down Dropped to my knees and started laughing
My eyes keep burning from what seems like one hundred hours of staring into a dry wind. That wind seems determined to send my retinas into a drought. It hurts to close them.
I don't really feel like writing today. I'd rather be naked on the ground, head-to-toe exposed, so I could really think and hear the pines rustle. I would bury my sadness in a funeral mound
A filter Nothing but a misconstrued version of normal light Changing context from wrong to right Take away this glass magnifying falsehoods and repressing flaws
Curling ashes. Flickering and flashes. Searing heat. Thick smoke. I can't breathe. It stings my eyes. The fire roars, stretching its jaws, Its teeth clamp down on the walls. This house
No one hears you crying when you're suffering in silence, Covering your mouth, doing all you can to hide it. I know you're not going to last long, trying so hard to fight it. You ask me how I know?
I have left the world of lyrics for a time My pain relives with every rhyme Heartache infests my PTSD mind Haunted by the ghost I’ve left behind Peace is proving hard to find
Many times, I have heard of young girls and boys who, All thanks to bullying, Have committed suicide. Why would people even try to ruin their lives? Most of us victims were innocent.
The laughter in the distant The sparkle in my eye that day you never saw me and I always wondered why I looked for you all night, but you never seemed to know
The sun sets both high and low Someone lets Their lover go The waters deep And the birds high It's a small leap Maybe he'll fly Darkness surrounds him
Turn on the radio Max out the volume Do you love this song? That song speaks to you On a level no one can ever imagine Not the whole song but Just that one line the artists says
The release of my emotions, The movement of my soul, The language of my heart, Dance. There are no limitations, no expecations, but only beautiful improvisations. Let go, to feel
Stop. Listen. I demand your attention. Stop! I command you to listen. Listen... Shh... Hear their tears Of joy, Of fear, Of hurt they've held for years and years.
It’s all gone. You took everything from me. (Or did I take everything myself) My family, my friends… They slipped away. Vanished. Under your mind games. You cost me my life. My future.
Once more the storm is howling, and half hid Under this cradle-hood and coverlid My child sleeps on. There is no obstacle But Gregory's wood and one bare hill Whereby the haystack- and roof-levelling wind,
You mimic motions of joy, yet I see you paralyzed by your pains. You desperately try to silence your tears yet I hear the erratic beating of a heart hurled in agony.
As our ears experience the melodies of violins We can't help but surrender and fall into a beautiful trance. The cellos flow in, adding to the mind-numbing lullaby.