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Life is such a scare I mean damn it’s not even fair Living in this thing we call life Is just so trife
Dear mom I know that I am loved
Apathy inequality Philophobia; no peace The real person wanting to hide So no one can see their true inside Why Does One Make Their Life A Lie
You know the story of Little Red Riding Hood? The one about the girl who goes walking in the woods Well let me tell you something you never knew
America is great in the eyes of the believer. America is horrible in the eyes of a hater. In truth, there is nothing wrong with either. How you hate makes the difference. How you belive has its siginficance.
I slowly drift into sleep. The room around me is a world of pink. Neon stars above my bed blink, Sweet dreams. I slowly drift into sleep. My body heat warms up my sheets.
I'm in an apologetic mood, so I want to apoligize to you. Sorry to you all for posting all these things about me. I'm an addict for dramatic and it's not something you want to see.
Like Rev. Jesse Jackson Said " Hands That Once Picked Cotton, Can Now Pick Presidents".
They wonder why they cry
Love can make you feel on top of the world, But yet bring you down, It’s amazing when you feel the acceptance from love, But it’s devastating when you feel the opposite side, Sometimes you have the opportunity,
I am a woman who tries to be the best that I can be.
Bullets through the window, Betta get down quick.
Saw you again today. Made me insecure because I didn't know which I wanted to do more;
To be heard by many and to be head by the world Growing up where if your not heard your a nobody Flashing and Dashing watching the world past you by Doing all things to be seen as the world flashes past your eyes
I want you so much it physically hurts.
Faces of cursoriness, envy, hope, and excitement controls the room Wanting deeply to get the latest Some are trying to get a promotion on their first day Well respected eyes gleam of desire to be the one in all elitism
The first week of high school is always a bore,with syllabi and “getting to know you” quizzes, and “tips for surviving” lore.
The traitors of the past were never washed away They have procreated and created the haters of today They continue to feed of negativity And deter you from accomplishing any relative impossibility
"Is she always like this?" I'm asked time and time again The crowd always follows Even when they know nothing They're curious about her As only the physical is obvious to them
My mind speaks louder than my mouth Overloaded with plans and memories Trying to figure out a way out of this mysteries. I wish I could rewind And empty this mind I guess that what we call life
I'm a person too… I'm real also… I have opinions to speak… Why is it that I can't be heard?… Is it because you don't think I deserve to say a word?… Why do you get to decide?… No one is ever on my side…
What if these tears… Added up over the years… Could drown out the screams of the silence that now deafens us… What is they Could wash away the scars of all the battles we once before lost…
Truth is, I've known you were here all along, I just never acknowledged the fact that your power was so strong. So years went by and I learned to laugh and cry, but I stil never noticed you stood so close by.