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Songs of Sorrow
Slowly slipping into sadness I sing songs of sorrow tomorrow never looked so grim i wish today wouldn’t stay and before is a door I’m glad i got through
Nicholas GoodmanPublished 7 years ago in PoetsEuphoria
His fingers, made of persuasion and heat, touched her fragile cheek as if touching her was the only concept that would make her breathe again.
Sharlene AlbaPublished 7 years ago in PoetsSeven Nights with a Sailor
I slept with a sailor seven nights in my bed and the last night I dreamt I kept stepping off the dock. I felt a rush of fear as the sea enveloped me, but when I opened my eyes the water was clear. I could see green algae covered posts.
Saying Good-bye
Saying goodbye is one of the hardest things to do. It’s letting go and trusting that it won’t be the last time Often goodbyes are not forever, it’s an ending sure, but not a finalization.
Emily PartelloPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Thoughts Inside 💭
You told me that you went back Back to her My mind started racing Going a thousand miles a minute My pulse escalated
Johnae RosePublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Yard
Looking at this made me think. Something so beautiful That was once full of life Kids running around of all ages Having fun and playing with pretend guns
Deangelo Hines-AganPublished 7 years ago in PoetsShut Out
Alone in my thoughts my mind rebels, heart feels broken feeling frail. Trust I gave you; you split in two turning your back is what you do. Thinking and praying that maybe I am wrong, insecurities surface feeling like you're long gone.
Angela HughesPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThings I Don't Want to Remember
I don't want to remember how your eyes saw me differently, specs and swirls of purity and evil, and you wondered how such a thing could even exist.
Sharlene AlbaPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Departure
I rather be broke than a slave to an identity, shuffling and jiving only this time in well pressed clothes cleverly cloaking my pain, my authenticity
Wyld Tha BardPublished 7 years ago in PoetsBreaking Heart
Wasted moments feelings hurt, things left unsaid, bridges burnt. Promises spoken but never kept, memories remembered but always spent.
Angela HughesPublished 7 years ago in PoetsStronghold
I am a tree in winter. I have lost the leaves that touched the sun and shrouded me in colour when the days grew short, I stand alone atop a tall hill and I am howling,
Miranda MercerPublished 7 years ago in PoetsI Don't Believe It
Ma I wanna be a poet But I don't wanna be like Dad I ripped up all the writing I'd done Cuz you said he was famous for journaling