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Sally had been married for only two years when her husband left. He was a manipulative man and he did not love her, But she was still in love with him because he was her first love.
here is the plan you are prolly not used to this the old fashion of love im a 90`s hopeless romantic stuck in a twenty something body and a teenage mind,unfortunately.
I have so much anger. I have so much blame, so much doubt, and so much shame. I drown in malevolent actions, while I dwell on past interactions. I may ride on golden chariots but I always wonder if life is worth it.
Dear Future, There are too many words in my head, Yet I can’t get them down. They swirl, they jumble, And I begin to drown. There are too many thoughts in my head, That I can’t decipher.
Twenty third day of the eighth month He was in a programmePhotographing the various elements of itIn varied anglesVibe, vibe, vibe did his phone vibrate
I wish you called me baby like her. But as soon as your lips curved, The barely audible sound waves pierced the air, I wish you hadn’t. It’s just not the same and every time you do
If I could change anything You have to trust me I would But I don’t know what I’d change So I leave it to the Lord Plans of the timeless Being I trust in them like I should
Pencil to paper, Lead into words. Words into mind, Mind into birds. These birds take off and fling into dreams; Dreams that inspire, Strewn into steam; The steam of my efforts.
Whats a person to do when their down in the dumps? When is it time to stop all the cryin' and suck it all up? When do you tell someone they need to just laugh? What should you do if theirs no response to "Whadup?"?
God had a plan. From the foundation From the beginning When in his palms He formed a man. And that man Would stand in his image, Every part of him Perfectly fitted.
If you don't watch, I promise to slip out the back when no one's looking never return. I'll find a mushroom and a magic rabbit and spiral down a hole to Hell-- or was it Wonderland...?
Thoughts- they can either be a bad thing or a good thing. What happens when those thoughts involve a potential burial 6 feet under. I'll tell you what happens, those thoughts turn into visual scenarios.
You need to know how this is all going to go down. How the story ends. Because I… well, I don’t. I don’t have a clue And it scares me to no end.
Six thousand years Religion is still here A god still questioned A book full of lessons The future is planned By a very great man Over time I have learned The reason I have yearned