Your Wounds
Time doesn’t heal wounds
to make you forget.
It doesn’t heal wounds to
A short poem may be a stylistic choice or it may be that you have said what you intended to say in a more concise way. Either way, they differ stylistically from a long poem in that there tends to be more care in word choice. Since there are fewer words people tend to spend more time on choosing a word that fits the subject to perfection. Because of this meticulous attitude, writing a short poem is often more tedious than writing a long poem.
Time doesn’t heal wounds
to make you forget.
It doesn’t heal wounds to
Very nicely done. I totally agree with you. I've used this same approach in my own life. I think sometime we pay more attention to what we're about to go through instead of how much you've...
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The plates will still shift
and the clouds will still spew.
The sun will slowly rise
and the moon will follow too.
This poem is really so good. I feel this poem; it's just amazing.
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.
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They come in waves,
my feelings for you.
And not pretty whitecaps
dancing at my feet.
Some feelings are shallow, some feelings are deep.
Some make us smile, some make us weep.
Some we love, some we don't.
I, too, have dealt with depression most of my life. I have learned two things. Feelings are just that. They are fleeting. They come and they go. I have also learned to rely on my rock, my...
Despite the storms,
beauty arrives like
it was always going to.
Despite the darkness,
Part of the last line says, "Keep living." I'm saying keep writing. I like your style and sensitivity. Excellent flow and structure. I really enjoyed it.
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Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Someday you will cry for me
Like I cried for you.
Someday you'll miss me
Like I missed you.
That's a wonderful recovery poem. I believe that if one does all they can to make a relationship work and it doesn't, then it's time to move on. And for the one who put their all into it,...
Tiny little secrets
Get buried in the dirt,
And if they were dug up,
Someone would probably get hurt,
I don’t know if that’s true, because sometimes it's better to hide the hurtful secrets because the world these days will probably laugh at you then do nothing for a few days then decide...
It is a terrifying thing
to watch love
walk in your direction
when you believe
Very well written and, in my opinion, very true. I like it and agree totally with it.