Cry For Help!
I thirst for help before it's too late.
I stand alone in the darkness as I lay.
The might of his fist feels like burning coal.
The power of his kick ordains the soul.
I thirst for help before it's too late.
I stand alone in the darkness as I lay.
The might of his fist feels like burning coal.
The power of his kick ordains the soul.
I'm 14 and it's in the past, but this reminds me of an abusive parent/person whenever I read this.
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He's the hunter of utterance of destruction
He sleeps when I'm awake
I long to hear him whisper
To give my ears a break...
That poem was so deep and thoughtful. I can tell that the author put much effort into it to write it. It inspired me because I have been verbally bullied before and I like to write poems...
Where do you go when the cold wind blows,
and you're lost in the woods at night?
The snowflakes fall and a lone wolf howls,
and your soul's consumed by fright.
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Closing in on my emotions, I fear unforgiving consequences await me,
The portrait of a man distressed by his own solitude.
The calm before the brutal inevitable,
She walks alone in the dark.
As she looks back there are sparks.
She can hear the whispers,
The steps, the jumps.
The winds are wild
The lightning strikes
The thunder booms
The storm is coming
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You tell me you love me
I tell you the same
I don't know who I am
it's a shame it's insane
This poem has touched me in more ways than one. It's the knowing that I push the people who love me away because I feel I don't know how to handle being loved from the scars I carry from the...
It's not time to worry yet;
not even as screams loom above ash.
It's not time to worry,
not even as bullets splinter glass.
Such a pretty poem, darling. It touched my soul.
She rode on my wings,
shared her dreams,
and lit my life with such a glow.
I was her protector, teacher and friend,
I loathe this time of year:
A time intended for celebration,
But instead I detest.
All I hear is "Happy Birthday"
I used to think just like that, fearing time passing by, flying by from age 13-14... until that day, where dear people around me vanished into thin air without warning. I saw old relatives...