1. Time
Tick tock...tick tock...
Life is counting down on your internal clock.
Memories that feel as if they occurred yesterday
Life is full of challenges. Economic difficulties, serious illnesses, family problems, and political unrest plague people on a daily basis. How a person faces each challenge that comes their way however, says much about their character, who they are on the inside. Some people draw strength and inspiration from the experiences of others. Many famous poets from both the past and present have helped and inspired people to face and overcome life's many challenges through the words of their poems. Such poems help people to see they are not alone in their struggles and that it is possible to overcome their problems.
Tick tock...tick tock...
Life is counting down on your internal clock.
Memories that feel as if they occurred yesterday
It’s not that we forget to live. We always have this thought in our mind, but the sad reality is that even after knowing how precious our time is and realizing our limited time on earth, all...
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I'm from a country which is famous for its literature. And it's Iran. So we, Iranians, know what a good poem is. I really like your poem. It teaches us never give up. It teaches us if birds...
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I, too, sing America.
I am the darker brother.
They send me to eat in the kitchen
Sometimes I can't find the words
That fill my messy head.
Can't find the effort to smile
Or get out of my silly old bed.
Few words to explain me. Thanks, dear. You are not alone.
Sometimes you just have to push yourself just to get out of bed.
You stay up 'til 2am just wishing you were dead.
You ask yourself, "Why can't it be someone else instead?"
You get tired of all the thoughts in your head.
I'm tired of listening to the sound of my tears,
Tired of constantly battling my fears,
Tired of struggling with challenges that continuously reappear.
There’s so much I have built up inside, so much I need to share. I was robbed of everything, and can’t put my thoughts on paper. The man who physically and mentally abused me should be doing...
The wind whistles past my ears.
Closing my eyes, I lose all my fears.
The waves crash into the rocks.
Out here there is no time on my clock.
Life is full of loud shouts of distractions and contradictions while the sound of focus is but a whisper. Nature, fortunately sings this silent tune of focus to ears that would seek her. The...
You look at me and only see the cracks,
Fractured, like a piece of glass.
Some are shallow and straight,
In all chaotic beauty lies a wounded work of art.
Beautiful but torn, wreaking havoc on my heart.
Camouflaged by insecurities, blinded by it all.
I love the way you sit there and barely notice me at all.
With death being the only certainty of life, life is just a bit too short for regrets.
Let's live while we're alive.
Let's love while we're alive.
Let's live and not just survive.
Did you tackle that trouble that came your way
With a resolute heart and cheerful?
Or hide your face from the light of day
With a craven soul and fearful?
Mirror, Mirror, on the wall,
Why aren't I thin, pretty, or tall?
Why don't you show the perfect me?
The one that everyone pretends to be.
It's hard to trust someone who always lied.
It's hard to love someone who made you cry.
It's hard to care when you want to die.
It's hard to believe when you have no pride.
This is LITERALLY the story of my life. Well put!!
I feel as if I'm teetering
High above a dark, black hole,
And it's taking everything I have
Not to lose control.
I see people laughing and joking all around,
but on my face there is no smile; instead there is a frown.
I never laugh anymore; instead I cry,
I can't bring you back, I wish I could. The moment you took your last breath I went with you. I look in the mirror, I no longer recognize who I see. I am not longer me without you. My son,...
Who am I, you ask?
I am a lion who comes off as a lamb.
I am an ocean with waves big enough to drown.
I am a roller coaster of emotions.
My face is the place
I hide my pain.
My face is a place
Where raindrops fall hiding the tears that have been there for so many years.
My face is the place that hides my pain.
My face...
Young, carefree, innocent,
You sing, laugh and dance,
Taking in all Gods' glory
At every single chance.
I been scarred and battered.
My hopes the wind done scattered.
Snow has friz me,
Sun has baked me,
This poem was in a textbook of mine from the sixth grade. As a child, it resonated with me. It inspired me to write poetry. As a child, educated by white folk, I had no idea who Langston...
Wind whistling,
Snow glistening,
We try not to,
But we're all listening.
Another update for anyone who is curious. I am going on 21 years of age and as more time passes, I see more and more how my poem fits the world, especially now. In the time since I have made...
Life and death; without one there cannot be the other.
For some, it's short, but they live it like no other.
For most, it's long, and to be happy they don't ever bother.
Life cannot be lived without the love of others.
I found out last year that my best friend is dying. She's young and a mother to a beautiful little girl. She is smart, beautiful, and full of life. Watching someone I love die slowly has been...
It was raining the day you told us,
And ever since I feel like it has not stopped pouring down.
I wish I could stop the rain falling,
And hold your head up and not let you drown.
My mother had cancer and just reading this tugs at my heart, and I start crying because I had the same experience as you. Just don't ever give up, things will get better. Just smile.