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There are hours of the night when time stands still. Most of these hours lead to the gray light of dawn, the sudden realization that a new day has come to wear still more on my patience.
I remember being youngcareless, not a worry in the world I was so happyI was that kid running aroundtrying to race everyone never feeling alone
Once upon a time there was a girl named Cinderella, She thought that she met a really nice fella He held the door and left her wanting more. Her step-sisters warned her
She didn't want roses, Or chocolates, She didn't want a knight in shining armour riding in on a galant steed, She didn't want sweet nothing's whispered in her ear, Or a romantic glass of wine on the beach,
Life Taken By the Gun By: Miracle Strong The rain began to pour As I walked across the shore His arms bleeding leading to his destination
The weakness of being taken. I can't be taken from unless I am taken by. I can't be taken from somebody until I am somebody's to be taken from.
What to do with all the hurt? When inside you're fit to burst. You're supposed to be so strong. You're supposed to not be wrong. Put a face that betrays the truth. Give an air of being aloof.
As I drive, I suddenly feel the need
I still remember the day that I first saw you You where standing on the opposite side of the hallway You where short, so you stood out a little bit You laughed and had no conscious of me staring
It shouldn't have happened It was one time too many. Like a flash you were gone Like a flip of a penny. You suffered, I know You showed your bravery.
If I close my eyes, I can hear them The quiet mumbling of the crowd Voices mingling into one loud whisper
A shiver creeps across the spine As if lifeless hands were playing it like a grand piano. Words are spoken in the hushed tone of a eulogy Dripping off of chapped lips like a venom-spitting snake.
You can take away my items, you can try to break my heart. But the one thing that you can't replace, is what gives me that spark. From the look within my eyes to the words that I speak.
It'll just be a Tuesday.A Tuesday, normal to most.Just another day on the calendar. It'll be just another day of the week.
We thought of you again today, Reminded of the pain. I think about you everyday, As tears fall like rain. I'll often feel an emptiness, From somewhere deep within, It's not the same with you gone.
I wonder if the place where my mom is, is as beautiful as the stars in the sky on a cool summer night or the rain on my window pane. I wonder if it's as peaceul as a Sunday morning drive or is it better than being alive?