Poems on the topic: word

Poems on the topic “word” on Poets.by.

AnxiousC.C. Hawthrone

Ruminations

There are so many things I have to say But my body is a cage I dropped them off along the way And called myself a sage I really wish I could have stayed Or waited just a little while But I'm frivolous Ostentatious Presumptuous Sick I'm going to be sick
Anxiousbubbletaetae_

paranoia

years later and I'm still too shy to tell you how I feel i hide behind timid smiles and soft hellos i'm afraid if I ask you "what do you think of me?" your reply will be "i don't. "
Romanticbubbletaetae_

you

I've spent hours contemplating the words to say to you but no combination of twenty six different letters could ever accurately capture even a sliver of what this feeling is.
SadBrokenAngle

Broke me down

No love can hold me back No words can reach me now No hands can comfort me now No lies can get me out Cause Your love Your words Your hands Your lies ONLY BROKE ME DOWN!
ContemplativeStephen Jonas

Poems of Myself & Other 3

Memory mother of the Muses: "I remember, I remember", that was my father "and when you are older" holding on/to words for fear of losing his mind, --meaning words " you'll be sorry one day" But I was on a roller coaster and the rides on the house. The question mark was too far out for me nor did those jewels arrayed along the shelves
ContemplativeD Alexander

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went & going noise create a swell in ground audible in walls surround us mapping of words heard thru water thru sound sounded to a state of going : fish in water presage movement a passage hole cut in wood that fish in birch shd look happy that looking shd be seeing as a fish is being
Sadamone

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it's not something you did It's something you said that will always be stuck in my head
Anxiousamone

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The words aren't flowing because I'm not sure if it's alright to say what I'm thinking
SadAbbie

Last words

I never had my last words, I was in the middle of sentence, in the middle of text, in the middle of composing my thoughts to say...
ContemplativeAbbie

Silence 7

When star explodes, its billion times brighter than a sun. But that big supernova is how the star dies. I guess its the same when a soul with too much words explodes, it cause an utter silence.
ContemplativeAbbie

Silence 6

They were amazed how she never speak and try to show off all her beauty. So words adorned her. Oh how words adored silence!
Sad453hatbatarm

Apology

As word's Hurrytumble I want to apologize For everything I have ever done

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