feeling lost

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it's a funny feeling havinga place where you don't hidewhere wordsthey droplike waterfalls;where rules do not abide  
I once had a dream That I could fly. I flew so high, Oh so high, Now that I think back That was a scary thing
Verse: Mist, in my eyes Ice, heart melts, freeze Dive, into ocean spacious as skies Lie, sea turned bed if dived too deep Still profound, unexplored Wonder, how change will give more
If only He made me a beautiful nymph, Though I do not mean to question my existence, But I do. You know who I love, What and who I want to love, As who I am for that lover,
I pieced all the evidence together and found that I, most likely, came from a ripped up piece of latex, one snowy summer night in a cabin down in New Mexico. Yet, though I came from broken things and with unexpected news,
The shadows creep in The light darkens She cries out Searching, Hoping for someone to hear But, no one hears There is only silence There are only shadows
No. She's not fine, She's not good, or ok, or fine. She's terrible. She can't stop the thoughts, she can't stop the swirling ideas. She can't even speak. The fear is constant,
stepped inside 
A little doll once walked through the sea shore From a long and sandy passage, it changed to a rocky highway It was a tedious process as she got hurt so many times  Different creatures guided her through the forest 
  In the wind I flow, anywhere is where I will go. Oh-so, soft and slow.   Tell me who I am. I am fragile as a lamb, but mean as a ram.   In the wind I flow,
Standing on the edge
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