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Someday, Someday, I will be a representation of my generation because I will stand up for those within it. Someday, I will be loving to everyone who feels unloved.
The time we spent memories we Made Faithful friendship hearts have made Forever apart Nothing between us Always there when One of us need us
I’m waiting on forever The stars told me you would be there My heart rests easy knowing You will be there Though now may not be our time
Hushed are the mornings, not one chore yet to do. The wind wafts over from my open window, cool and light. The solid hardwood on my bare feet,
Someday the distance between us will be gone.
Someday I will become that person- That person I want to be. That person I am striving for, Someday that will be me. Someday I'll be an author. I will write books and have fans.
I was at the beach,And I thought of you
Someday you will see See that I was the one The one right by your side Right by your side when you were alone Alone with nobody caring about you The real you who you try to hide
The Place I'll Go Someday
I try to please you. I try and try. But somehow I don't shine as bright. I dull in comparison but you can't see, my strength to try is fleeting. I just keep thinking I'll prove my worth.
You claim to be human, then put yourself down. How dare you believe you should not be around. Your mind is a labyrinth, your looks intriguing Yet you still think you would be better bleeding.
We was arguing again, My parents and I, They locked me in my room, He left a bruise on my thigh, She blacked my eye, It was over the dog, They said to blame it on a cousin,
i look down my toes are wiggling nurvously, as the blinking number between my feet is not where i want it to be. i close my eyes. tight. tighter.
Someday, We'll Be In The Clouds And We Can Say We've Made Each Other Proud By The Fact That We've Come So Far After Traveling For So Long In The Dark. We'll Be Happy That We've Finally Reached The Light
So lay down next to me, Just put the world away, Tell me what you really mean, Say what you need to say, Tell me youll never leave me, Tell me youll always stay Tell me who youre gonna be no
Barefoot dances on summer nights
Monday: Day of New-beginnings, clean-slates, a constant reminder of another week of school.
she looks at herself in a mirror she looks at her face at first glance she is relieved she feels okay that this is who she is and in okay with the fact that she cant change that
stared at her The girl I loved And she stared back As tears glistened In her deep brown Glossy eyes She took my hand With hers She took my hand
One... Two... I love you and I don't know what to do Three... Four... Fear is at my very core and you can't escape this hot war Five... Six... I don't have a bag of tricks and I'm sorry, there is no fix
"Tell the story of your life, and tell it well," they said.
Is it a thought or a truth Is it life or is it death Is it love or is it hate That drives us ever forward In one eternal motion Just a simple push Was all it took To make us ponder our somedays
so many reasons to hate myselfmake for so little time to sleepsilent Insomnia frequents my bedsideshe echoes each secret I keep
(poems go here) Poverty, hunger, corruption Declining wages, mass production Billionaires looking for more While others, so poor
Someday you'll love me Someday you'll care Someday you'll treasure the moments we've shared. Someday you'll learn, love is not a game. then you'll realize, I'm not the same.
When thoughts fail, or words do not come Though all alone emotion remains I should not be guided by this But I can get divided by this So what then
The eyes do see Like shadows in the night Every move I make I am not alone The eyes do see For reasons of their own A creature far from pure Is always on my mind
You pay women to dance, while your love is at home. Two Viking babies asking when daddy is coming home. How familiar is my name, For daddy’s the one to blame... Your ice cold look is really just a new flame.
Look at all these presidents, They're all the same kind of gentlemen. Wearing their suits and ties. I wonder where are their wives. Sitting at home? Perhaps, I don't know Because they can't tag along.
Equal people, same in hand and face, but outcast quickly when not the chosen race. Die for beliefs that should self explain, that treatment you beg for, hope to gain. Scream and battle with tooth and fist,