Be Proud Of Who You Are
I come with no wrapping or pretty pink bows.
I am who I am, from my head to my toes.
I tend to get loud when speaking my mind.
Even a little crazy some of the time.
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.
I come with no wrapping or pretty pink bows.
I am who I am, from my head to my toes.
I tend to get loud when speaking my mind.
Even a little crazy some of the time.
I love this poem! People are always trying to fit in and be normal. I've always disregarded being "normal." What's the point? Why would I be someone I am not? I am perfectly happy the way I...
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Forever we remain oblivious to the future,
lost to the past and enduring our torture.
Forever we take chances to settle our scores,
losing some battles and winning some wars.
Very Inspiring and motivational. You can do anything you put your mind to. Keep having HEART!
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,...
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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...
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...
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Our life is like a thorny rose
Not perfect, but always beautiful
The thorns represent the hardships in our lives.
The delicate red petals represent the fun and beautiful things in our lives.
Lovely Poem. Life means struggling. We know we may seem like a rose, but some thorns are our weaknesses. Let's forget all the awkward moments and smile like a rose accepting the thorns for a...
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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.
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.
What are heavy? Sea-sand and sorrow;
What are brief? Today and tomorrow;
What are frail? Spring blossoms and youth;
What are deep? The ocean and truth.
It’s pure perfection, this poem. It couldn't have been said any better and yet be any more poetic and precise. Beautiful.
This poem shall stand the test of time,
For it's got so much...
Lord, hear my prayer oh so dear.
My heart is aching; my mind isn't clear.
My love has left me; it hurts my soul.
Without that love, I don't feel whole.
I know how you feel. My boyfriend left me last summer. Today would have been our anniversary. I feel so empty without him. I tried dating again, but he's always on my mind. I loved him, I...