Poems That Grip The Heart

I wrote this poem while crying at night and unable to go to sleep. Simply writing down my feelings calmed me. I was angry at myself for being so shy that I had isolated myself from those who loved me. I felt isolated, alone, and invisible. I didn't feel like anyone understood who I really was. I felt hurt because no one really took the time to get to know me. The ones who preached friendship to me ignored me... even on my birthday. Thank God, He is my comforter. And I had His Word that night.

I have been through hard times, I've struggled like everyone else to find contentment, peace, and an understanding of what life is really about. I believe age has everything to do with finally knowing what life is really about, which is who we are and not what we have.

Being left by our love is painful, but what is more painful? Leaving your love knowingly and seeing him fight for you. That's the most painful.
She knows it's her mistake. She knows she is giving him pain. She knows she can change it all but still can't and won't. She knows how empty she is without him. She loves him, but she can't express it. She has no one to express it to but her diary...

She is/was my first love. We have recently separated after a 7 year relationship. I still love this girl more now than I did when we first met. She is the most kind, loving, and thoughtful person in the world, and I wanted to share with everyone what she means to me. I'm hoping by sending this poem to her she can just understand what she means to me and how much I love her.

This poem is sort of about me and my demons, although I've never actually gone to a bridge to jump off it. I find comfort in writing about how I feel because generally it helps people to understand how I feel as well. It's hard to show people how we feel, so I choose to express myself through art, music and writing. I hope you enjoy my poem as much as I did writing it. Stay strong.

Both of Paul Laurence Dunbar’s parents were slaves, and he was born less than a decade after slavery became illegal. “We Wear the Mask” was published in 1896. Dunbar wrote about what it was like to be African American during the late 1800s and the pain experienced by the black community. In this poem, he writes about how the truth is not always what it appears to be when a mask is used. In addition to applying to race and society, this poem can be applied to any situation where someone uses a mask to hide the truth.

This poem is about the heartbreak of my wife walking out. We are in a divorce that I never wanted. Finally after two years I have accepted that she doesn't love me anymore, and this is my way of letting go of her.

I may only be a young teen, but I have created a false identity. It started in first grade. Everybody was picked on, so I became a stone. I didn't care about anything or anyone. Now nobody messes with me, but I want people to love me for me. I am older now, so I realize that not all people want to hurt you, but people only know my false identity.

No one understands how alone I feel. When you look in my eyes, you might see happiness, but inside, I'm falling apart.

I've struggled with self-injury, anorexia, bulimia, and have tried to commit suicide 11 times...this is what the void of depression feels like...