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Haha, well guess who is listening to sad songs while typing this? I am :) not that I’m SAD or anything… I’m just really hating all of this time that I have to myself to think. You know, your mind really can kill you if you let it. I hate it.
The only person who can ever take away your humanity is you. So don’t let them. You are more than what you tell yourself you are. The world never stops moving, but you’re allowed to every once and a while.
Stars that waver in the night Its cold exterior rippled by the comets shed The aurora night sky blooms in unknown emotions The cosmos is all she weeps for
This brain is far from empty, For my demons lodge here too. This body's getting heavy. This soul's ready for the tomb. My body is a shell. a husk of what once was, My mind makes lodge in hell,
I have tried in a desperate manner to be all you want me to. capable of love. capable of fun. but I am not. you may dream of fun times on beaches and bright sunny places, adventures to cities,
I feel numb inside Detached from myself and everything around me No amount of love or comfort Could thaw this heart of mine. I feel like a ghost
How do you feel? What if you were never told how you’re supposed to? What if no one told you to feel sad or feel glad or get mad, is that bad? Would we feel at all?
I knew you never thought . Presumed that you could feel. Never assuming the worst of you. It was a baffling tale to reveal.
Yes I am broken, but I am not defeated. I am like a salmon breaking through the surface of the water in order to fight the current. I am a glow stick breaking in the hands of a child on a summer evening, spreading my light.
I'm afraid to feel nothing I am happy to feel tired If that is the one thing I am Then I am tired Say it as my first name As my title I embrace the fatigue I do not want to be empty
Empty It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise.
Part to whole Less of a whole Just filled with holes Filled with parts that don’t fit. What part am I If I’m not even whole?
I fill my life, with worthless stuff, knowing full well, it's never enough. others seem happy, so why can't I? I fill my lungs, with another lie. swallow the grief,
Pressure keeping me in a state of mind Though it's not fine Desperation in my eyes
All smiles All happiness But I don’t know why Are they making me happy? I tell myself yes I think I’m trying to reassure myself
Her face is broken with tears, Her heart is shattered with grief. Holding no sympathy, his face was blank. His heart is cold and dark. Love destroyed them,
Heart of stone has I None may ever Pull the strings Of quartz That is beating In my chest of lead At the sight of
I’m jealous of the clouds, that are full of rain, how they must feel when they pour down, everyone knows that they are sullen, my empytyness is hidden by a smile.
No one wants to be friends with the depressed kid Or the one with crippling anxiety That poor child who was traumatized, but Everyone steps away when she needs help When the evil Dark
starvation is such a funny thing empty out the stomach allow both ears to ring a death wish is so useful
Skipping meals, once again how does this happen, how is this a trend? it isn't trendy to starve oneself yet here I am
Can you remember who you were before the world broke you down?Before you became nothing more than an unfamiliar face in the crowd.Slowly you have allowed your inner demons to control you,To own you,
There I sat in the darkness. Nothing but the hum of a speaker and The sound of my stomach choking on its own emptiness It’s poetic In a self loathing type of way I feel my room holds a sadness
I stare at blank pages and earbuds with grinsI open rum bottles like I do ink pens;Eager & callow & begging for answers to crawl from their depths,
I love the way the Trees Break up the Sky Like the shattered glass Of our hearts.
Dear Sam, Sometimes I'm not sure if I miss you or the way you made me feel. Sometimes I'm not sure if I can live another second without feeling the way you made me feel. Sometimes I'm not sure how you really made me feel.
Dear empty white space on my paper I wish I could fill your every crevice with words that meant something to us
11:30 PM 12/22/17 If I paint myself like this,
To whomever - I wonder, sometimes If others feel it too When there are people who 'care', But not the right 'who'. That one can feel empty,
I lay awake. With nothing in mind. I feel so empty. No feeling. No thinking. Watching the time. Blinking. Breathing. Heart beating. As hours fly by. I feel empty. No thinking.
For all these years, Thin like organdy, I’ve wandered under Some sickly guise Some sickly guise That I hailed as an apex of truth
Because I Love You, my heart skips a beat When we were together, I felt complete. This strange new feeling that took over me, It made me blossom like a cherry tree Now that you’re gone, its left me lost.
It's 1:36 am And my mind is fixed On the memory Of how your body Latched itself onto mine And how your words Made their sweet way Into the thoughts That were once plagued
Each and every snowflake is different from the others. There is something calming about standing outside and watching the snowfall.
I learned the secret to success Is to push on when you can't. But my brains are battered My soul is wet. My hands are tired, Please don't forget, That I tried harder then ever To no good effect.
Cut me open tear me apart, This life wasn't chosen, so rip out my heart. Replace it with stones so that I may turn cold. Only then will I not care and still know
There is an empty reality for men in this world. Taking all they had. The pastors, politicians, and bosses. They remove a man's heart. And they don't fill the spot with anything. They just leave it. Empty.
I suppose the only truth i have found, Is that nobody is in control of anything. But a lot of people are good at pretending. We choke the life out of our children. We say things like, "you need an education"
In the quiet hours before death. all men must come to terms with their lives. all the parts, and all the seasons. they must observe it, regret it, and be proud of it. depending on who you are,
my eyes won't get any less redand my heart won't get any less deadif you were to buy me everything in the world,or lay me down in bed
My body is no longer tied down to this rugged earth by limbs too weighed down by darkness. I'm floating. unfeeling, nothing but air. The usual chaos has stopped its storm
I stood in the spot where we'd make out in my kitchen; where my parents couldn't seeI felt the loneliness in the lack of your presence and couldn't help but think How did we get to this? I thought what we had was love I thought you wanted
Sometimes I want to feel Things a great deal. Other times I want to be Completely empty and free.
I'm still baffled as to how I've made it this far. I'm alive. I'm breathing. I have everyone fooled. These people think they know me. They think I'm all fun and games. The laughter is a lie.
Empty is more than just my heartIt is the blank pages meant for artThat in your absence I've torn apartTo erase the ending before the start
I see an empty body I see empty eyes I feel the cold skin I hear desperate lies He sits too still His car in park His telephone buzzes Flashes light, then dark
With a broken heart and an empty soul, you will always need more.
Our lungs full of oxygenOur heads full of thoughtsOur bodies full of energyYet I feel so emptyConversation seems pointlessThinking proves difficultSleep never happensWe are full of many things
It's never is your intention But it happened nevertheless. Now your joyous arrival Leaves me in distress. I am angry with reason I am sad with distress I am disappointed with hope
I am so over things being aesthetically pleasing. I am so over someone choosing one thing over another because they think it is more beautiful. We are all culprits. But since when is symmetry all that we care about?
This place is hollow Musty lamps ignite the room The only thing to fill up space Is noise of eating chewing on bread
I don't know what to do anymore I don't know who to talk to anymore I don't know how to love anymore I don't know how to live anymore....because you're gone.
I am solid, but my lips... They are writhing, flowing, alive. I am to create, To breathe life into the death Pervading my world. But I am still. Mouths create words, create phrases,
“Nothing” written for those who think that there is nothing to love. Nothing never disappoints because there was never anything to compare it to.
i guess this is what happens when people get too close they see i am too much i am nothing but suffering i consume the love i try to give gets engulfed back into me with the brutal force of rejection
I've shed so many tears, I have no more, And all that is left is a shell. A shell of a girl that I used to know, The girl that I still show. But no one knows what happens,
the day everyone leaves my side is the day I die inside with no one left could I survive on my own?
The pale cloak The gentle rain the empty home So full of pain was once a castle but it didn't last long the foundation was rattled so it no longer stands strong
How do you think that way? Not owning a thought in your head Like a parrot, repeat what other’s said Believing in lies Worried if you don’t, the spotlight dies
Something lives deep inside me Something that hungers Something that burns Something dark and hot It smolders A rumbling deep inside When I grow cold and empty That’s when I feed it
Here there lies An empty head Where hopes and dreams Once were instead. The blankest stare From vacant eyes Should by this point Be no surprise. The screams and prayers
Who am I, what am I? Why do I feel so empty? The tears, they sting my eyes. Why do I feel so alone?
Why does this happen to me? All at once Torn apart- I’m in so much pain. I ebb and flow Melting into a pool of my own sorrow I want to wallow away from these people.
He calls me an "old soul"
"What if I can't love?" the boy whispered to the old man, "What if mom and dad are right? and I can't feel anything within?" "I know what you mean," the old man sighed.
Those who dream... Do you dream of relief? Do you dream of happiness? Do you dream of another world? Do you dream of acceptance? Do you dream of release? Those who dream... Those who dream...
1. I am haunted by It.
The standard brand Walking through hand in hand Clad empty stares Hair tucked behind ears Self and Clone You are never yourself No one can help you Yourself and your clone All alone?
My heart is empty The lies they tempt me Make me believe It’s just what I need So I tell myself maybe it’ll work
Write when you are empty. Spend your days burying your thoughts in print, allowing the words to take you deeper than your feet could ever wander. Write of the rains of November, of bruised sunsets,
You are toxic You are poison to the people around you You are manipulative and twisted and sinister You do not feel You love with your mind, not your heart You are cold and calculating,
I cant find a way to live this swollen life,
I remember when you told me "please always be happy" and I said " I will be as long as you stay." Look at us now, we walk past each other like we never even met, l
Here's to the empty human bodies who are numb to the feeling of their soul To the empty-headed, who I
When a house is dirty, we clean it. We sweep away the dust and scrub away the stains until there is nothing left to remind us of the wreckage
The winds that awakened the stars are blowing through my blood; The universe resides within,
I was blind but I'm starting to see All this time you've been lying to me You picked my brain just to find My idea of a perfect guy Then everything I said to you You took in & began to do
The stale white walls are caving an emptiness chilling to the skin
It is futile to cling to something so fictitious. The world fades away. White.
I have a healthy fear of lying To myself and those around me Often these lies They won't die No matter how hard I try I just feel like I'm dying.
Yeah I know. This is supposed to be hard. This ridiculousness Has to get me Thinking I really miss this thing I felt. She Ain't gonna be my missis
I would like for you to think of me When you're bored or lonely or cold Not because I'm vengeful Or jealous Or evil (though I am all of these things) It is because I want you To feel this too
A room as empty as the heart SHots of pain like a dart EMotions ragging in THinking of a deadly sin Water lays on his face Not wanting ro leave a trace Roarig coming from the window besides him
i can't tell you how i feel
Silence is deafening when I'm alone The hum of nothingness's tone Not a pin drop nor a mouse's scurry Not a scraching or a tapping to be heard The sound is frightening, Like a sentence of torture.
I have a hole in my right breast? What can feel it? Money, tenderness, the coo of a three-month old child? Can conversing with the cold wind, an old acquaintance
I am a she
Death is inevitable. Alone in the universe with nothing. The end is vague. Not defined, or labeled, individual. Beliefs, religion, gods, Designed to soothe. From the Earth, and back.
"You are literally the happiest person I know!" "I love how I can always count on you being happy." "I swear, every time I see you, you're always smiling! It makes me happy just seeing it!"
I am full. My skin is bursting. These organs are bloated, my brain is water-logged.
Symbols never die... Their meaning never fades, Meanings though, change But they still stay Everything stands for something, Yet I don't know what I truly stand for Bravery, Courage, Truth
"What does it feel like
Knowing that you are alright my future always looks forever so bright
I wish i could write about nothing at all. wouldnt it be interesting to describe nothing? we couldnt say a color, How would we know what color it would be? We couldnt say a shape,
I'm running Trying to catch up Trying to get a hold But you slip right through
I was so naive So blind When it came to you I was a complete fool
In a silent night, In front of the cold computer's screen,
Living in an empty world full of empty minds that try to hinder my possibilities. HATE ME, LOVE ME, I DONT CARE. Where were you when you were supposed to be there?
Hiding behind a mask is what I do on a daily bases. I act like I am a person who is welling to do what it takes to go far in life and be what I want to be.
Sleeplessness encapsulates my thoughts Riddles holes into confident Tarps Roofing Windbreakers Breaking wind all over my Overjoyed Overstimulated
(Before I was saved, This was me) --------------------------------------------
A sky above me, full Of spaces between stars. Of more questions than answers. Of a life of hurt, unheard and unseen. Of the voices of millions, praying and wishing on deaf stars that fall.
I've been strong for too long.
ive got no words to describe this feeling inside but ive got paticence to tell you what's on my mind i have to find all these reasons to get out of bed each day and it seems that one of them
Little Did I know That Though the World May seem Bright and pretty, It is a Piece of Blown glass- Hollow On the Inside.
Past is a flask Once filled and drunk, Now bare of its liquor Only the scent lingers on
I'm a fountain of blood in the shape of a girl that hoped one day that maybe she could be loved. You told me I was beautiful. You taught me to talk. You told me I was your princess,
Old structure stands solid of stone Old structure sits all alone
I dream of being in your arms, Laying my head across your chest. I slowly wake up and, half asleep I can still feel you as you rest. We're together, just us two I hug you tight and won't let go,
What’s in the glass? Is the glass half empty or half full? Pessimism versus Optimism Both have their pros and cons
I feel empty, we fought again. We played our game, he lost all his lives. He no longer 'lives' or 'talks'. He said he's not hurt, and he is out with friends. I am the one thats hurt.
They both sit in the dark room bathing in silence as the tension starts to build.
Listening to every depressing song on the radio Praying for stregth to recover from you being gone My memory is so clear Life is supposed to be longer In an instant I watched you disapear
Your eyes so beautiful, Reminding me of a warm mocha coffee on a chilly, cold day, Your smile so radiant,
The wind dances through my bones like chimes,
A glass set before me;
A (messed-up) brute has my heart Friends have run my self esteem dry That stranger smiling through the dust, he has got my eye. My parents have lost my respect My teachers have taken my hope
I write for you. The one who is always on my mind, The one who always seems so close. I write for you. My love, my one, my only, My life, my drive, my soul. I write for you.
I feel like that. That pale greyish wisp of ash that crumbles beneath the slightest touch, That's been consumed by a ravenous fire that first caressed Then incinerated every fiber of it's being. I feel like that.
I’m 15 and I dread waking up e
I see you. You see me. Our eyes meet, But out mouths don't speak.
I'm so confused The hurt inside me is so surreal I can't escape it It just follows me constantly Growing, growing I feel myself suffocating I just want to be good enough
Out of limbs Can you deliver to me? Little trim From thee from me Can you deliver to me?
In a way we’ve all become dull Our mundane lives make sure we’re all the same I’m still not full From the daily lull Of our differences being our shames
like a cup without coffee empty. like a child without mommy empty.
I wanted love I wanted freedom I found my love, it didn't last
Alone is one of the worst things to be When all you feel Is tired and empty. You can cry You can weep. You can shut off the light And beg for sleep. But it won’t come And you’ll still be
Roses are red Violets are blue. I'm not at all jealous Or angry at you. I'm just hurt from the truth That everyone told me So now I just want to Make sure you're not near me.
I cry at night when no one heres me, no one listens to me anyways. I yell in the day but no one heres still. No one knows the pain I'm in, no one knows anything about me.
A rose placed upon shattered glass. Her cries are heard from afar, But no one listens.
And it seemed That all at once The beauty in her life was gone The flowers in her heart died The sun in her eyes set The dew on her lips frosted The warmth in her smile melted
Forbes publishes “top jobs,” and the sport of Googling can easily yield endless lists of “best careers” of any given year, even those that have yet to come. These labels are slapped onto underrepresented fields,
Numb, so numb My heart breaking into so many tiny pieces would not affect me in the slightest. so numb a paper cut is less than a scratch. num, absolutely so.
The "men" walk across these halls as if the king, Treating their special girl like the queen they deserve to be. Mother nature did not come back, The king had decided its time to flee.
Peer into my eyes, really, look, What do you see? compassion you say Are you sure? Is it sincere? No? I thought not. Care to try again? empathy you say
Drowning in the sky No clouds; big blue empty space My mind wanders off
home is not lost but can not be found home is not destroyed but can not be saved home is where you feel welcomed but also feel lonely home is where you are free but also are imprisoned
Oh sun, Oh sun How he does rise To watch the cheerful play, See him illuminate the skies, And hide before each day, Oh sun, oh sun What warmth he brings, To ever leaf and flower,
You're not right for me. No one is right for me. I'm not saying it out of pity. I don't pity myself. I'm not tired. I can't even say I'm depressed anymore. I'm empty. I'm void.
Yeah…It’s that hurt. When you look around, and you realize Damn it, you’re alone. You live where your heart is But you don’t have a home. So you just stay there where your house is,
Why can’t I just be ok? Why was I cursed with ability to feel too deeply? When I could just be oblivious. Why must I hurt too deeply? When others are just fine. How I wish to be shallow,
My brain is empty you see, where has it all gone? Four years of high school wasted because i loved to "Get it in" I didnt do drugs i was just lazy, sexed up so many girls, a few had babies
The man who lived all alone inside without a woman by his side or a conscience to confide in and realized that even the blind had eyes and that the deaf could hear his cries when he tried his hardest just to try
I have plans for greatness but sometimes I feel like I can never reach it. And I really would love it if everything I said was poetic. But I guess I am more crude than I thought.
Everyday, I wake up but nothing ever happens. I've been pushed here, there, and everywhere. I feel alone, so alone I just want to end my own life.
I like to eat sleep and be alone empty messages, no missed calls on my phone Walk through the streets contemplating on life no one to go on dates or make me their wife Old friends and family call to hang out
I used to believe in 11:11 wishes, Used to dream of midnight kisses, I believed in these things and much more, But all that was in a time long, long, before, Before the boy ripped at my chest,
my body convulsesShaking andWrenchingteartearteartearStreams down my checksOverflowing
Your love is true, but this "us" does neither you nor I any good. 'Cause, In the end, this big house is still empty and I remain alone, in the silence,
My world is empty, taken by youMy life is frozen, held by a bindMy mind left wondering, until I find youHeart broken, you left me behindStar Struck in an instant, because you saw my face
Where's the good in goodbye Because when it's said My chest feels soo empty That it just might collapse But that's okay Because I can't breathe anyway When I see you around With her
"Don't die!" she gasps. "Don't leave me!" she pleads as tears stream down her face. He knows his fate. She denies it. His heart slows. His grip on her hand weakens as she grasps his tighter.
Speak to me Softly Hold me near Stroke me gently And wipe away fear Hold me close As soft as a dove Give me a dose A dose of you're love I'm addicted
Have you ever stood on the edge of a cliff? Have you ever looked over a precipice? Did you feel strong and tall? Or did you feel small and weak? Have you ever stared into the night sky?
Here I sit, ah this black chalice so alone, and silence embracing my every thought,every emotion.
I sit alone inside this empty room, And find myself some time to hurt and think; Just wondering if I will break down soon, Because these days have passed in one quick blink. Each day is spent in busy distraction,
Time and time again we all come we all smile and grin cause isn't this a blast? we all come again and again every once in a while there is a "How've you been?" "Fine" "Better" and even "good"
Blank document, is the best way to describe my mind as this very moment. Disconnect this USB, full of confusing thoughts, to calm down this process i have going on
I’ll cry silent one more day Hide my tears behind this mask Move the broken shell of a body And pretend I’m not shattered I’ll laugh so you don’t see And I’ll cry silent one more day
Sadness floats around me Hovering Always with me. Like mist, It creeps over me Settles down and suffocates me. The fog of depression hides the sight of happiness. The shadows are dark,
Numb is always my emotion I've become so bland nothing effects me anymore I only cry to know I'm still alive and because I know they're right.
She’s cold and isolated The demons lurk beneath People think they know her But the beauty’s just skin deep And she wants to run away From the hurt and the pain No one sees the shackles trailing,
You didn't remember
Get away from me. I don't want you to visit again. Last time nearly killed me. The pain; the crying. The worthlessness.
My spirit cuts through me to reach you. A red, ridged line follows its breakthrough. So watch me as I fall, grasping for reach. I land, with every moan, a twisted speech.
A dark hole called home, but it's not even mine. Not living only existing, no hope, no worth, dealing with what I've been dealt. Keep it all inside, the words inside my mouth. We'll all be the same, lying in the dirt.
I know you are scared, Hurt and unhappy. But you don’t have to be— Not another week, not another day. I will still call you my sister, no matter How hard you try to push me away.
Take away my lifelines Watch me fade away I am the Gravity Killer Wake me up with nightmares Fill my head with ash I am the Shadowman
you see the pain in my eyes you see my tears that I cry you see my blood soak the floor and I say what a world you ask why I did it and all I say is that I couldn't bear it
And this is the way I walk The hallow faces of the student shells. They were once human, just as I. The taps of sneakers, heels, and flats We are all locked in, by our own free will.
Mama always said there'd be days like this// The way things can switch and change like this// Friends become foes in the turn of a wrist and now things'll never be the same like this//
the rain is pouring an old man sits on a bench in an open field and looks up at the sky he reaches for the shovel he begins to dig
I look deep within the mirror at myself. My mind sinks and wonders into a place of utter darkness. How my pain intensifies into complete depression. The torture of past events replay from my childhood.
Life feels empty When you're not there. All the twinkling stars So full of despair Life feels tragic When you're not around, No hope, no happiness, Head facing the ground.
Tell her you love her. Go ahead. Do it. Tell her ten times a day. A hundred times. Until she believes it. You’ll know because she’ll cry at the idea of losing you.
Fuck love, I’m tired of trying. Feel like I’m dying. A black hole where my heart used to be, Since you took it from me. You ripped it straight from my chest, Made it hurt in the most torturous ways.
Emptiness is all I feel, without you here. I walk past your room, searching for you. How can you be gone so soon? A life taken before its time. You're my sister though, why don't they understand.
As I walk, I see the bridge. I smell the musty white rails. I hear the heartbreaking whistle of the train. I feel the embrace of her through the wind. I taste the tears as they roll down my cheeks.
"Go away," the guard says to you. But you beg and flatter your way in any way. You look around, beaming at all the shining pieces. You pick them all up, pouring out complements as you go.
The door is shut again I'm the one that shut it. They are the ones that started it How can you live in a home like this? I can't, so I shut the door.
i try to act real i try to feel push and push words onto me you push feelings i don't want to see no longer will i try to hide the feelings i will NEVER feel inside