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What good is it to first love you When love was never dealt? Why should I seek to put you first If the same has not been felt? But who am I to make that call, And desire to receive,
In the road walked a woman with a bleeding soul her heart was dragged into a ditch her mind was stuck in a dark pit walking the long and lonesome roads her eyes stared into the naked woods
All around the floor scattered pieces lay, Pieces of red, white, and black. Tear running down my face, My body limp on the floor. I pick up the pieces, but they all shatter at my touch.
This past year has taught me a lot, And its safe to say it hasn't been easy. No, its been anything but. I started it off happy. New state, new school, new faces, new me.
In The beginning it was difficult to go on my own, momma held my hand thru everything, days went by momma got ill and one morning she left me to fly to heaven, no troubles for her ,cause she was at peace, now were does that lead me?
From the day we are born in our lives are in danger.From the moment she took her first breath,Her fate had been decided.She never even made it home.Straight to the chicken farm she went.
Flashes of fun as they hang here The cold, rusty bars never seemed so near As the soft, soothing breeze sways the chains Now withered and rusted from the passing rains
As I aged It faded fast Although I wished It would last One foot forward One foot back Now memories are Of the past Piano, Forte Fast, Slow What I did was stop Instead of go
Drowning in dissassembled faith literary clemency All I am rekindled
The misconceptive claim That all men are the same Hurts males as a whole Because of the toll These women take From a manipulator’s mistake You know the intentional act To screw a girl over