Author: Unknown
The mind has the ability to erase all pain
but deep within where the heart resides,
it remembers the severity of the sting
and cannot, like the mind, set it aside.
They say time heals all wounds if patient
though for some it still may loom,
the heart can still recall it all in detail
while the mind stays dormant in it's tomb.
It's not so easy to move past the heartaches
deep set wounds don't' seem to heal as easily,
while the memory may slowly fade with age
the fragile heart still feels the wound severely.
While we do our best not to repeat past mistakes
chances of finding someone now has all, but disappeared,
too many times, the heart has been wounded fatally
dreams of finding love have been forever seared.
LynnC1955
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Posted: Jan 2010
About this poem:
The wounded heart!
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Author: Unknown
sitting in a corner silent and alone,the mind is like a ticking bomb waiting to explode,how can i escape this fury of love hate and fear,only to be free again and to live without a care.
people talking all around i can hear everything every sound,while deep inside my head it feels like pound pound pound,let me escape for once and feel my feet on the ground,as i am only human once and want to live it sound.
so open up the clouds for light and show me how it feels,as i wish to better my life and open it futher a field,show me the path of talk that leads me all the way,as the path which i walk is bending and moving far away.
i want to wake in the morning time with my face holding a smile,i want to smell the air so clean and feel my spirit rising high,life is good life is bad but one thing i wud say,is keep that head held high and push on trough your day :)
well just decided to write as it came haha always liked to write poems,its sounds bit deep reading back and deffo aint me but iv an imagination so thats how im able to write stuff like that,ill do a nice happy one soon :) feel free to leave comments,or if ya wud like me to do a poem for you just post the topic and ill give it a shot ;)
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Posted: May 2012
About this poem:
just a poem i wrote as it came
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WHY DO I CRY
MY TEARS SO DEEP
IS IT JUST ME
MY SOUL CANT SLEEP
IV PRAYED SO HARD
I GAVE MY SOUL
IT HURT SO MUCH
I LOSE CONTROL
SHE BROKE MY SOUL
HARTS TORN APART
IT PUT MY LIFE BACK TO THE START
SO NOW I KNOW NOT WHAT TO DO
CANT STOP THIS MAN FROM LOVING YOU
SO ME I,AM HERE BEEN LEFT BEHIND
BUT AM NOT FREE MY SOULS BEEN TIED
AND HERE ALONE I SIT AND CRY
I SIT AND WIST FOR ME TO DIE
TO MUCH SADNESS TO MUCH PAIN
PLAYED MY HART JUST LIKE A GAME
KNOW NOT WHAT TO DO OR WHAT TO SAY
SO HERE I SIT AND CRY IN PAIN
SO HERE I SIT
DONE NOTHING WRONG
BUT HERE ILL SIT
TILL I GROW STRONG
XX
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Posted: Dec 2013
About this poem:
THANKS FOR READING
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Author: Unknown
midnight woman
is that all you are
ever spinning
a thoroughfare
midnight woman
in the cold night air
wanting love
searching everywhere
someone to need you
someone to care
midnight woman
shes out there
come the night
shes not alone
wakes in the morning
he is gone
hard to find love
seems to be
wish that it
easy to see
winner looses
play the game
midnight woman
wins again
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Posted: Aug 2010
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all alone it seems
all alone just me and my dreams
no one to share them with
no one to share bliss
all alone by myself
all alone no one else
nobody seems to understand
the way of thinking of this man
no one seems to desire
the warmth of this mans fire
all alone quietly
all alone for the day
all alone far away
all alone
nobody around
all alone
nobodies sound
all alone
All Alone
nobody gets it
all alone
whilst is can be great
all alone
needs a date
all alone me and you
in the wilderness under the sky blue
or grey or wet
but together alone is best.
all alone by myself
all alone no one else
all alone is how I feel
I don't want to be alone
I want somebody real!
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Posted: Jan 2020
About this poem:
literally just wrote this off the top of my head. but is expresses how I feel right now. alone. lonely and my strong desire for real female companionship.
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Oh! How I abhor the grandeur that is war,
'tis but little more than a politician's wasteful score,
who, dice dealing with aspirations fire,
make mute Aeolian harp or minstrel's lyre,
War! Mankind's disease and curse,
proud destroyer of this universe,
such empty smiles and hollow vows
speak of 'just war', that howls
like thunder foul spoken, defame honour's name,
black pernicious deeds that would a serpent shame.
Isolated, ivory-towered, they scarce know
of battle's carnage and its attendant woe
bourne by gallant youth who pray
one last breath of fragrant yesterday.
As self appointed monarchs, they never wooed
the senceless slaughter of youth's multitude,
and with little more than wistful sigh,
tell that honour lives, whilst youth must die.
With ill bound signature and callous nod,
cancelled treaties, created by a caring God,
immune to historic dirges rolling onward by,
cunning guile erupts from an immoral sigh,
such the earthquake of man's dry-eyed undertone
of murderous whispers, history thus has shown:
such, the avalanche of sin a silence brings,
like as Autumn leaves fall o'er lifeless things.
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Posted: Jun 2012
About this poem:
War the provider of wealth for the few, death and disfigurement for the many, have we not got enough 'war cemetaries'?
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I wish you were near
You were hear
In this dark blue night
After the wind is blown
Bringing the soothing rain
Where the air is cool and cam
When the breeze brings
The scent of moist earth
When the rain drops falls
Cracking on the ground
Just like drops of glass
Rhyming slowing with my
Heaving heart
When I listen to the night birds singing
In the distant trees
As songs of of lost love
That rings in my heart
When I try to embrace dreams
But Awakened to
Soft hustling sounds of rain
When night fades
Smeared in my tears
I wish you were here
I wish you were near
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Posted: Apr 2021
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Author: Unknown
why can't people understand the homeless we the homeless are human too it's not our fault for being down the government messed everything up the government is not using the money right to much crime around town why can't this be stopped alot of these criminals don't get caught the police needs to get them not the innocent for this is why people also become homeless yes some do a crime and do time but yet it's about surviving alot of us are dieing share what you have offer us a job turn our live's around so we don't be feeling so down
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Posted: Oct 2010
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this is about me and the other people that are homeless right now how we get treated being on the streets and not get help
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before times changed
each gift was given
by those who thought possible
such things as now
fly away to be shunned
placed beyond reach
delicate gloved hands
parry the cold
out from the waves
on past blowing winds
people that once were saved
sell their outer shells
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Posted: Aug 2017
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I'm in a trap
It's been a blast
i knew it wouldn't last
i have to go
if you don't know
this is my last
I have no way
my time is up
i;ll be living my life
as my first post says
i can't explain
i'm a shamed
it has a grip
it won't let go.
i have lost
never to be the same
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Posted: Nov 2010
About this poem:
i have lost control of my life. i need to figure it out. my heart is empty. my last posted poem.
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