Poems With Analysis

Published: May 2018

Poems With Analysis Of Form And Technique

54 Poems With Analysis Of Form And Technique

Are you looking for poems with a certain technique, or do you want to learn about techniques such as using rhyming, metaphors, and personification? You'll find an Analysis of Form and Technique box that showcases poetic techniques used in these poems and provides links to articles further explaining those techniques. Are you looking for inspiration and a format to write your own poetry? Check out the Try It Yourself articles, complete with PDFs to print and begin using for your own writing.

1 - 20 of 54

    Maya Angelou is one of the most influential women of our time. Her writing pulls on the hearts of many readers. In addition to her proliferous writing career, Maya Angelou has been a civil rights activist. This poem shows how even though someone is not beautiful on the outside compared to society's standards, there is an inner beauty that makes a woman even more beautiful.

    Phenomenal Woman

    in Famous Inspirational Poems

    Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
    I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
    But when I start to tell them,
    They think I'm telling lies.
    I say,
    It's in the reach of my arms
    The span of my hips,
    The stride of my step,
    The curl of my lips.
    I'm a woman
    Phenomenal woman,
    That's me.

    I walk into a room
    Just as cool as you please,
    And to a man,
    The fellows stand or
    Fall down on their knees.
    Then they swarm around me,
    A hive of honey bees.
    I say,
    It's the fire in my eyes,
    And the flash of my teeth,
    The swing in my waist,
    And the joy in my feet.
    I'm a woman
    Phenomenal woman,
    That's me.

    Men themselves have wondered
    What they see in me.
    They try so much
    But they can't touch
    My inner mystery.
    When I try to show them
    They say they still can't see.
    I say,
    It's in the arch of my back,
    The sun of my smile,
    The ride of my breasts,
    The grace of my style.
    I'm a woman

    Phenomenal woman,
    That's me.

    Now you understand
    Just why my head's not bowed.
    I don't shout or jump about
    Or have to talk real loud.
    When you see me passing
    It ought to make you proud.
    I say,
    It's in the click of my heels,
    The bend of my hair,
    the palm of my hand,
    The need of my care,
    'Cause I'm a woman
    Phenomenal woman,
    That's me.

    Poem Details

    Share your story! (12 Stories )

    Latest Shared Story

    Phenomenal Woman By Maya Angelou this poem is a Classic that deals with every women in the world. This poem shows that beauty is compare by what society thinks a woman should looked like,...

    Read complete story

    Share your story!

    I met a girl in an unexpected place, and I never thought I'd fall in love with her. Getting to know each other, I realized we just share a lot of things in common. We both come from a sad past the broke our hearts. But I found home in her. I wrote this poem for her to let her know that everything's gonna be all right from now on. Just let me take care of you from here on out.

    Let Me

    I Will Take Care Of You

    in Romantic Poems

    Let me take care of your broken heart
    and show you how to fly.
    Let me hold you gently by the hand
    and kiss your tears goodbye.

    Let me lead you to tomorrow's light
    and out of needless rain,
    'cause all I want right now
    is to see you smile again.

    Let me sing you all the songs I wrote
    'til you sleep in my embrace,
    and I'll keep you safe and warm until
    the sunlight strokes your face.

    Let me bring you up the mountain's peak,
    and I'll let you touch the skies
    to remind you of the strength I see
    when I look into your eyes.

    Let me kiss and show you what is love
    and the happiness it brings.
    You'll sail again like a butterfly
    endowed with pretty wings.

    Let me do all these to let you see
    our fates are intertwined.
    You're the accidental precious gem
    I've waited long to find.

    The earth and sky conspired to make us meet.
    They knew we both belong
    to each other like words and lovely notes
    give life to every song.

    So fly with me, my beautiful one.
    It's time we leave the past.
    I'm yours to keep, and you are mine.
    We're finally home at last.

    Poem Details

    Share your story! (8 Stories )

    Latest Shared Story

    Love is the true inspirational force. It motivates, encourages and strengthens the resolve to achieve the achievable. True love neither expects nor demands anything in lieu. It only believes...

    Read complete story

    Share your story!


    Hi I'm Lesley, a retired teacher enjoying my three grandchildren. I started writing poetry seriously when my eleven year old daughter, Heather died suddenly in the Spring of 1995. I was able to express my feelings through verse and this helped me come to terms with the massive hole that she left in my world. So a lot of my poems mix sadness and happiness. Nature and friendship are also important to me, the beauty around us and within us.


    • By Lesley Elaine Greenwood
    • Published: March 2013
    Painting A Picture With Words

    in Beauty of Nature Poems

    If I could take a brush and paint the mountains and the moors,
    I would splash the hillsides yellow and cover them in gorse.
    I'd take the finest needle and the darkest thread of green
    And sew a line of bracken along the landscape. In-between

    I'd lay a purple carpet of wild heather in the dells
    And fringe the edge of all the woods with their pretty lilac bells.
    I'd merge the bracken with the heather, mix their colours like the sea,
    A green and purple ocean on my own rich tapestry.

    Then I'd take a ball of soft, white wool and stitch a mass of daisy chains
    Around the lush green meadows and up the sides of winding lanes.
    I would stencil on the marshes, just like pure white china cups,
    Some fragile water lilies and by the ponds, sweet buttercups.

    I'd mix orange, reds and yellows planting poppies wild and free
    Onto nature's coloured canvas, my own rich tapestry.

    Poem Details

    Share your story!

    Why I love my sister...

    The Importance Of A Sister

    Why I Love My Sister Poem

    in Sister Poems

    A sister is someone who loves you from the heart.
    No matter how much you argue, you cannot be drawn apart.
    She is a joy that cannot be taken away.
    Once she enters your life, she is there to stay.

    A friend who helps you through difficult times,
    Her comforting words are worth much more than dimes.
    A partner who fills your life with laughs and smiles,
    These memories last for miles and miles.

    When she is by your side, the world is filled with life.
    When she is not around, your days are full of strife.
    A sister is a blessing who fills your heart with love.
    She flies with you in life with the beauty of a dove.

    A companion to whom you can express your feelings,
    She doesn't let you get bored at family dealings.
    Whether you are having your ups or downs,
    She always helps you with a smile and never frowns.

    With a sister, you cannot have a grudge.
    She is as sweet as chocolate and as smooth as fudge.
    Having a sister is not just a trend.
    It is knowing you can always turn to her, your best friend.

    Why I Love My Sister Poem, The Importance Of A Sister

    Poem Details

    Share your story! (70 Stories )

    Latest Shared Story

    I was 9 when I first found out I have a sister. I remember I would dream of knowing her and that someday we would met.

    I used to watch other children play with their sisters and think to...

    Read complete story

    Share your story!


    I'm in love with a girl, but she doesn't see it, and I want her to, so I wrote this.

    My Melody

    Love's First Words

    in Girlfriend Poems

    Amazing and beautiful,
    not a flower or a tree.
    Much prettier than that,
    and only I can see.

    Loving and caring
    right down to the core.
    Filling me with happiness
    and so much more.

    Eyes are so stunning,
    cannot look away.
    Gorgeous and shining
    all throughout the day.

    Here in your arms
    is where I belong.
    The beating of your heart
    is like a beautiful song.

    Love's First Words, My Melody

    Poem Details

    Share your story! (14 Stories )

    Latest Shared Story

    Beautiful poem. I love it. One of my favorite poems from Familyfriendspoems.com .

    Share your story!

    From his hug to his touch, his kiss, his smile, his stare, his warmth, I love everything about him.

    What I Love About You

    in Boyfriend Poems

    The sparkle in your eye,
    The warmth of your skin,
    Your breath on my neck
    That shakes me within.

    The touch of your hand,
    The smell of your hair,
    The naughtiness in your smile,
    That strength in your stare.

    Your kiss on my lips,
    Your body near mine,
    The stroke of your touch,
    Makes everything feel fine.

    The compassion in your touch,
    The power in your face,
    The beating of your heart,
    That we may never end our embrace.

    The beauty of your kiss,
    And that magic in your touch.
    It is for all these reasons and more
    Why I love you so much...

    Poem Details

    Share your story! (15 Stories )

    Latest Shared Story

    This is a lovely poem. Choicest words, correct rhymes, tender but intense feelings. The writer not only wrote but also lived his emotions. What a grand way to introduce the beloved. Very...

    Read complete story

    Share your story!

    I wrote this poem the first time I fell in love with someone. I then came to know what love is and how it feels. I decided to write it down so I could express my views.

    The Meaning Of Love

    in Romantic Poems

    To love is to share life together,
    to build special plans just for two,
    to work side by side,
    and then smile with pride,
    as one by one, dreams all come true.

    To love is to help and encourage
    with smiles and sincere words of praise,
    to take time to share,
    to listen and care
    in tender, affectionate ways.

    To love is to have someone special,
    one on whom you can always depend
    to be there through the years,
    sharing laughter and tears,
    as a partner, a lover, a friend.

    To love is to make special memories
    of moments you love to recall,
    of all the good things
    that sharing life brings.
    Love is the greatest of all.

    I've learned the full meaning
    of sharing and caring
    and having my dreams all come true;
    I've learned the full meaning
    of being in love
    by being and loving with you.

    The Meaning Of Love

    Poem Details

    Share your story! (19 Stories )

    Latest Shared Story

    Love is the thing that keeps you up all night because you'd rather talk to that person than sleep. Love can be the best feeling in the world and also the worst. It can bring you higher than...

    Read complete story

    Share your story!

    Caged Bird By Maya Angelou was first published in her book, "Shaker, Why Don't You Sing?" in 1983. The poem is a Metaphor illustrating the differences between African-Americans and Whites during the civil rights era. The author, a black woman who grew up in the South during this era, is expressing her feelings at the discrimination she faced during her life. Her first autobiography published in 1970 is titled, "I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings"

    Caged Bird

    in Famous Inspirational Poems

    The free bird leaps
    on the back of the wind
    and floats downstream
    till the current ends
    and dips his wings
    in the orange sun rays
    and dares to claim the sky.

    But a bird that stalks
    down his narrow cage
    can seldom see through
    his bars of rage
    his wings are clipped and
    his feet are tied
    so he opens his throat to sing.

    The caged bird sings
    with fearful trill
    of the things unknown
    but longed for still
    and his tune is heard
    on the distant hill for the caged bird
    sings of freedom

    The free bird thinks of another breeze
    and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
    and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
    and he names the sky his own.

    But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
    his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
    his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
    so he opens his throat to sing

    The caged bird sings
    with a fearful trill
    of things unknown
    but longed for still
    and his tune is heard
    on the distant hill
    for the caged bird
    sings of freedom.

    Poem Details

    Share your story! (5 Stories )

    Latest Shared Story

    I remember this poem from my guided reading class in 5th grade. I remember it well. This poem really touched me, and reading it again just made my day. This poem, I remember it being about...

    Read complete story

    Share your story!

    A haiku describing nature for each of the twelve months of the year.

    Haiku Year

    Haiku Poem About Months Of The Year

    in Haiku

    Delightful display
    Snowdrops bow their pure white heads
    To the sun's glory.

    Fresh green buds appear
    Indicating spring will soon
    Energize us all.

    Lambs gambol in fields
    Frisky with the joys of life
    Bleating happily.

    Bluebells stand so proud
    Beneath trees so sparsely dressed
    Fresh green leaves unfold.

    Much awaited sound
    Echoes heard amid dense trees
    Cuckoo has arrived.

    Parks and gardens burst
    With sounds and vibrant colours
    Perfect harmony.

    Beaches become full
    Of families having fun
    In sand and big waves.

    Ripe golden harvest
    Burning sun in azure skies
    Labours rewarded.

    Swallows congregate
    On telephone wires ready
    To migrate down south.

    Red and gold leaves fall,
    Crunchy as cornflakes beneath
    Feet on a crisp morn.

    Frosty webs sparkle
    In the early morning sun
    Brightly bejeweled.

    First few flakes of snow
    Dust gardens like icing on
    A chocolate cake.

    Poem Details

    Share your story! (2 Stories )

    Latest Shared Story

    I love this poem sooooo much! Can't stop reading it. I am in love with the absolute perfect descriptions of each month...great job Paul.

    Share your story!

    I wrote this poem when I was in 6th grade when I started to fall into depression. As things got worse, I kept changing the poem, and now this is what I have left. I think many people can relate to this.

    I'm Tired

    Poem About What Suffering From Depression Feels Like

    in Depression Poems by Teens

    I'm tired.
    Tired of the constancy,
    the constancy of judgment.
    Tired of hiding,
    hiding who I really am.
    Tired of trying to stay strong.

    I'm tired.
    Tired of pretending,
    pretending to be happy when all I want to do is cry.
    Tired of not being able to let go,
    let go of all the pain and emotions that consume me.
    Tired of feeling worthless.

    I'm tired.
    Tired of being put down,
    put down by the people I felt closest to.
    Tired of dreaming,
    dreaming of a life I will never have.
    Tired of not being good enough.

    I'm tired.
    Tired of remembering,
    remembering how I used to be so happy.
    Tired of the blame,
    the blame I put on myself daily.
    Tired of the anger.

    I'm tired.
    Tired of crying,
    crying in the shower so nobody can hear.
    Tired of the fear,
    the fear of being judged, hurt, and alone.
    Tired of failing.

    I'm tired.
    Tired of holding on when all I want to do is give up.
    Tired of being tired.
    Tired of being me.

    Poem Details

    Share your story! (14 Stories )

    Latest Shared Story

    I lived in an abusive household for the first nine years of my life. Suffering sexual assault, beatings, starvation, all at the hands of the people who were supposed to protect me. When I was...

    Read complete story

    Share your story!

    Loneliness...it can destroy people. People pass you in the street and won't look twice. This poem is for those who have ever or do feel alone inside.

    I Wish I Weren't Alone

    • By Jo
    • Published: June 2011
    Loneliness Hurts Poem

    in Alone Poems

    Once when I was little,
    I was happy and carefree.
    I used to run around laughing
    Until it was time for tea.

    I used to play games
    And smile all the time.
    I used to feel on top of the world.
    I used to feel fine.

    It's amazing how things change
    When people let you down.
    And how that once happy face
    Turns into a solemn frown.

    You search and search
    For someone who cares,
    Anyone who understands,
    Anyone who dares.

    Loneliness, it hurts.
    It kills you deep inside.
    It makes you feel empty.
    It stops you in your stride.

    You cry yourself to sleep,
    Hugging your pillow tight,
    Wishing for someone
    To hold you through the night.

    Once when I was little,
    I was happy and carefree.
    Now my life's full of sadness,
    Pain and misery.

    Once when I was little,
    I was never on my own.
    But now I pray at night,
    "I wish I weren't alone."

    Poem Details

    Share your story! (25 Stories )

    Latest Shared Story

    I was bullied at school because I was an ugly kid. Mum and Dad loved me for what I was. I had a failed marriage due to domestic violence and verbal abuse at me. I was locked up for defending...

    Read complete story

    Share your story!

    This was a poem originally composed by my loved one as a child. When she showed it to me, I immediately fell in love with it, so we worked on it again. This is dedicated and should be accredited solely to her. I love you.


    Poem About Wearing A Mask That Always Smiles

    in Alone Poems

    I was once sad and lonely,
    Having nobody to comfort me,
    So I wore a mask that always smiled,
    To hide my feelings behind a lie.

    Before long, I had many friends;
    With my mask, I was one of them.
    But deep inside I still felt empty,
    Like I was missing a part of me.

    Nobody could hear my cries at night,
    For I designed my mask to hide the lies.
    Nobody could see the pain I was feeling,
    For I designed my mask to be laughing.

    Behind all the smiles were the tears,
    And behind all the comfort were the fears.
    Everything you think you see
    Wasn't everything there was to me.

    Day by day
    I was slowly dying.
    I couldn't go on,
    There was something missing..

    Until now I'm still searching
    For the thing that'll stop my crying,
    For someone who'll erase my fears,
    For the person who'll wipe my tears.

    But till then, I'll keep on smiling,
    Hiding behind this mask I'm wearing.
    Hoping one day I can smile,
    Till then, I'll be here...waiting.

    Poem About Wearing A Mask That Always Smiles, Mask

    Poem Details

    Share your story! (79 Stories )

    Latest Shared Story

    I know you don't know me, but I want you to know I care about you and what you are going through. I know how bad bullying can be, and I also know how dear a Gran can be. Mine won't be with us...

    Read complete story

    Share your story!

    I've had my share of troubles in life, though not as much as some have had. But I've discovered that happiness - or a lack of it - never really comes from my friends or foes. Although they do influence it, it's really up to me.

    The Choice Is Mine

    Happiness Poem

    in Meaningful Poems

    Life may not let me choose my lot,
    But whether I'd be happy or not...
    That is my choice.

    To leave hurtful memories behind
    Or allow them to bother my mind...
    The choice is mine.

    To fret over a mistake when it's done
    Or learn from it and move on...
    The choice is mine.

    To be bothered by all that people say
    Or ignore them and go my own way...
    The choice is mine.

    To hide my feelings, pent up, unspoken,
    Or say my mind and ease the burden...
    The choice is mine.

    To enjoy what I've been able to gain
    Or ungratefully regard it with disdain...
    The choice is mine.

    Sometimes I won't get to pick my lot,
    But whether I'll be happy or not
    Will always be my choice.

    Poem Details

    Share your story! (4 Stories )

    Latest Shared Story

    I really loved this poem. It is simple but lovely, the sort of thing you could hand to anyone having troubles with life. The choice is theirs to let things worry them and spoil their lives or...

    Read complete story

    Share your story!

    People only see what I let them see.

    Inside Out

    in Depression Poems

    Outside lives a girl with a smile that will brighten up the room,
    yet inside hides a girl with a frown full of despair.

    Outside lives a girl with eyes of joy that bring you to ease,
    yet inside hides a girl shedding tears of sadness.

    Outside lives a girl with a beautiful laugh that's contagious,
    yet inside hides a girl screaming her lungs out in unwanted anger.

    Outside lives a girl with the personality everyone envies,
    yet inside hides a girl full of insecurities and shame.

    Outside lives a girl who is fearless and tough,
    yet inside hides a weak girl who lives in fear.

    Outside lives a girl full of life,
    yet inside hides a girl full of pain, wanting to die.

    Outside lives a girl with a perfect image,
    yet inside hides a girl with regrets and mistakes.

    Outside lives a girl of innocence,
    yet inside hides a girl with tremendous guilt.

    Outside lives a girl with goals and aspirations,
    yet inside lives a girl lost in confusion.

    What you see on the outside is my personal disguise.
    What hides underneath, you can't even begin to imagine.

    Poem Details

    Share your story! (42 Stories )

    Latest Shared Story

    Wow, just wow. That's me exactly. I go through my church doors with a smile always on my face, so much so that the youth group nicknamed me Smiley McGee, and I'm so nice to others. I guess...

    Read complete story

    Share your story!

    A poem to her dad from a daughter who is slipping away before his eyes.

    Last Chance

    • By Stefanie
    • Published: August 2008
    Poem To Dad From Angry Daughter

    in Father Child Poems

    My heart aches, Dad,
    For the things you won't do.
    My soul breaks, Dad,
    For all that we've been through.

    I fear it's too late, Dad,
    To mend my broken heart.
    I'm so full of hate, Dad,
    I don't know where to start.

    You took away my hope, Dad,
    That I would ever be loved,
    And now I'm left to cope, Dad,
    As I watch you love your son.

    I want to scream and yell, Dad,
    But I fear my voice will crack.
    I want so much to tell you, Dad,
    That I can't always take you back.

    Please listen to my words, Dad,
    For they are all that I can say.
    I want you to treat me like I'm yours, Dad,
    And not just throw me away.

    Poem Details

    Share your story! (19 Stories )

    Latest Shared Story

    My dad is a substance abuser. He is abusive physically, emotionally and mentally in every possible way imagine. Since I could remember he has degraded my mum, my brothers and me. My mum...

    Read complete story

    Share your story!

    I wrote this after having lost a baby. It would have been our second child (and first daughter). We named her Casey Lynn.
    A quote I love always comes to mind when thinking of her:
    "An angel in the Book of Life
    wrote down my baby's birth;
    then whispered as she closed the book -
    Too beautiful for Earth."
    Fly high on angel wings, my love! (12-4-07)

    Tell Me It's Okay

    • By Tiffany Underwood
    • Published: August 2018
    Healing After Loss

    in Mourning Poems

    Tell me it's okay
    To just want to cry.
    Tell me it's okay
    To never say goodbye.

    Tell me it's okay
    To be afraid to be strong.
    Tell me it's okay
    And that you're comin' along.

    Tell me it's okay
    And that you're staying by me.
    Tell me it's okay,
    And that this life is meant to be.

    Tell me it's okay
    To feel how I'm feeling.
    Tell me it's okay -
    The way that I am dealing.

    Tell me it's okay -
    That there is a reason for it all.
    Tell me it's okay,
    Even if I fall.

    Tell me it's okay
    To lose control today.
    Tell me it's okay.
    Just tell me it's okay.

    Poem Details

    Share your story!

    Originally from England, Laura Barnes has lived and worked as a teacher, trainer and life coach across four continents. Laura now lives happily in Gilbert, Arizona, and is the Owner/Founder/Chief Coffee Maker at Your Potential Power, a heart-centered life coaching practice. Laura is also an online instructor at the Southwest Institute of Healing Arts in Tempe, AZ. She is currently in training for her June 2012 climb of Mt. Kilimanjaro for charity. Laura would love to hear from you.

    I Am Not A Victim Of Breast Cancer

    • By Laura Barnes
    • Published: August 2013
    Poem Of Overcoming

    in Inspirational Poems

    I am not a victim of breast cancer. I am experiencing breast cancer.
    I am not dying. I am living.
    I am not curing. I am healing and restoring.
    I am not fearing. I am loving and trusting.
    I am not fighting. I am ceasing all hostility and conflict.
    I am not weak or diminished. I am strong and whole and complete.
    I am not coping or hoping. I am giving and receiving, creating and conceiving.
    I am not crying. I am laughing until the tears run down my leg.
    My body is not my enemy. My body is my loving friend, my gentle guide.
    My life story is not history. My life story is legendary.
    I am not powerless. I am powerful beyond measure.
    I am not a drop in the ocean. I am the ocean in a drop.
    I am not scattered. I am aligned.
    I am not being destroyed. I am building my sacred stature.
    I am not trapped or caged. I am as free as a feathery fledgling.
    My body is not a muddy puddle of despair. My body is a hallowed temple of spirit.
    I am not filled with shadows. I am filled with illuminating light.
    I am not a passive puppet. I am an active advocate and enthusiastic participant.
    I am not tired and bested. I am tied and invested.
    I am not without a voice or meaning or purpose. I am an angelic messenger.
    I am not discarded. I am needed.
    I am not descending, dragging or faltering. I am consistently inspiring and uplifting.
    I am not dwelling in the reflections of the past or the projections of the future. I am joyfully dancing naked in the unfolding mystery of the present moment.
    I am not alone or abandoned. I am infinitely connected by the soft, silky vibrational threads of love.
    I will not forget. I will remember.
    I will not burn out. I will sparkle forever.

    Poem Details

    Share your story! (3 Stories )

    Latest Shared Story

    I am a two time cancer survivor. I had a wonderful doctor. The first time I had a lumpectomy and radiation. The second time was five years later and I had a mastectomy with radiation and...

    Read complete story

    Share your story!

    I wrote this March 29, 2009. I was in a good relationship and nothing was wrong at the time, but the poem just kind of struck me. I liked the idea, so I wrote it out. Now I am no longer with this guy and am now in a relationship with a guy from my school, and we are doing very well.

    I Tried So Hard

    • By Whitney Barton
    • Published: December 2009

    in Heartbreak Poems

    I tried so hard.
    I tried my best.
    I gave you my all,
    And now there's nothing left.

    You stole my heart
    Then tore it in two.
    Now I'm falling apart
    And don't know what to do.

    Divided by decisions,
    Burned by the fire,
    Confused by your words,
    Tempted by desire.

    I'm living in the present.
    My mind is on the past.
    Not knowing what I'll lose,
    Not knowing what will last.

    Blinded by fear,
    Drowning in doubt,
    Struggling to be free,
    Looking for a way out.

    Poem Details

    Share your story! (46 Stories )

    Latest Shared Story

    He was my first love We started dating while I was in high school. He was at university. We were so much in love, promising each other that we would be together forever. He taught me how to...

    Read complete story

    Share your story!

    The excellent use of structure and repetition in this powerful poem contribute to the strong emotional reaction many people feel when reading this poem.
    When a loved one doesn't return from war there will be many unresolved feelings. Don't wait to tell the important people in your life how you feel about them, do it right away. You never know if you'll get the chance again.

    But You Didn't

    • By Merrill Glass

    in Famous Death Poems

    Remember the time you lent me your car and I dented it?
    I thought you'd kill me...
    But you didn't.

    Remember the time I forgot to tell you the dance was
    formal, and you came in jeans?
    I thought you'd hate me...
    But you didn't.

    Remember the times I'd flirt with
    other boys just to make you jealous, and
    you were?
    I thought you'd drop me...
    But you didn't.

    There were plenty of things you did to put up with me,
    to keep me happy, to love me, and there are
    so many things I wanted to tell
    you when you returned from
    But you didn't.

    Poem Details

    Share your story! (12 Stories )

    Latest Shared Story

    This poem truly moved me. I am waiting for my husband to come home from hospital. He has been there for four weeks now and is still in intensive care. He was admitted with sepsis, and so much...

    Read complete story

    Share your story!

    I wrote this emotional poem when I started thinking about the things regarding my sister Mencia Gawanas that I took for granted. I thought that she'd always be around, so there were all these things that I thought I would always have. I thought she'd always text me, or smile at me, or call me. I thought I would have her in my life forever. Alas, God had a different plan for us. I just wish I knew that I would have her for so little a time, for she was only 20.

    If Only I Knew

    • By Sennette Gaoses
    • Published: February 2014
    Emotional Poem About Death Cutting Young Life Short

    in Sister Death Poems

    If only I knew that our time would be so brief,
    Spoiled you rotten I would have done.

    If only I knew that would be our last phone call,
    Just to listen to you speak, held on longer I would have done.

    If only I knew that would be your last text,
    Kept it in my inbox I would have done.

    If only I knew it was the last time I was seeing you,
    Called you back and hugged you tight I would have done.

    If only I knew it was the last time I would see you smile,
    Stood longer and watch you smile I would have done.

    If only I knew that I was seeing your face for the last time,
    Memorize all its features I would have done.

    If only I knew that God would take you away so soon,
    Spend all my time with you I would have done.

    There are a lot of things I would have done differently
    If only I had known.

    Poem Details

    Share your story! (2 Stories )

    Latest Shared Story

    May 2, 2016 I lost my little sister who was only 45. Every day brings the challenge to go forward.

    Share your story!



1 - 20 of 54

Back to Top