Behind Poems - Poems about Behind

You asked me a question without saying a word. Could I ever love again? I couldn't find the answer. should I ever want to? The words that escaped my mouth. then you asked them to show you things you already knew to be true. So I obliged. No deflections or misconceptions to...

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The things she left behind Her tombstone stood amongst others who shared the same fate The air in the cemetery Heavy With the the weight of the souls it carries Her epigraph read: Beloved mother, wife, daughter, sister and friend Her family there to pay their respects Tomorrow they will lead a protest Her son left behind...

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I hold my silence like a sword, In battles no one sees me fight. My tears are ghosts behind closed doors, They only visit in the night. A smile’s the armor that I wear, Each laugh rehearsed, each word in line. No one suspects, no one can stare Into the cracks I call “I’m fine.” My throat is raw from swallowed storms, But still,...

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You said you didn’t want to hurt me, But you did it anyway, You said you loved me, But you put me through this. You told me you weren’t ready, And that you need time for yourself, But if you weren’t ready, Why’d you say yes? You break my heart, And then act like everything is fine, You expect me to be okay, But you hurt...

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The feeling I have and feel is hard to explain, I can see in your eyes you’ve been threw so much pain, but I want to know the little things. I wanna kiss you in the rain. I want to hold you and tell you it’ll all be okay, and I want you to believe the things...

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The world got caught under her breath They could never hear her precious mumbling, only realized when she left One second she was there One second she was floating in timeless air In a wisp of whimsical space She would show her elegant face A polaroid of a perfect smile Commanding regretful tears and remembrance of all the distant years Her blood was...

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You, who hide behind cold walls built of silence and stone, You, who sit at desks like sentinels of unseen worlds, I just want you to know that I see through your masks, through your porcelain smiles, For my eyes penetrate the invisible cracks of your perfect appearances. Behind closed doors and dusty windows, I feel your hearts beating, Like...

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It’s time for you to perform. Your big smile’s painted on. Smile, oh, clown, keep smiling. You can do it. C’mon! Hold your tears till later for when the make-up's off. Right now give no reason for anyone to scoff. Your job is to be funny. Give them all some chuckles though you’d rather give them a sandwich with your knuckles. They – who do not really...

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I did not leave I'm behind the glass That you cannot see And you cannot pass I did not leave I'm still so near But you cannot feel And you cannot hear I did not leave I'm next to you But you can't tell And you walk right though I did not leave I chose to stay Please don't think That I went away I'll wait for you Just behind...

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I'm searching the skies for a ray of light, But all I find are thick clouds creating night. I believe there is a silver lining behind the grey, I wish I could find it today. I breathe the air and it feels thin, I need to fight though it seems impossible to win. Even in the dark I need to hold...

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Sometimes they may appear, As though they have thick skin, But little do we really know, All the demons they fight within. They constantly try so hard, Not to let their family down, So they hide away their truth, And try straighten up their crown. When it never rains only pours, The days are long and cold, No matter what may happen, They don't give...

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For Joseph's Contest A Rondelet is a French form consisting of 7 Lines It has 2 Rhymes and one refrain. 7 lines only Rhyme Scheme: AbAabbA, where A is the refrain The refrain is 4 syllables, The other lines are 8 syllables Behind the taint there lives the truth we seldom speak Behind the taint hidden realism that we feint and life illusions...

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The crowd roars loud, the lights all gleam He plays the fool inside their dream A painted smile, a flawless part But no one sees his breaking heart He makes them laugh, he draws the cheers But hides a flood of quiet tears A silent weight no one can guess Behind the jokes, the loneliness Each night he wears the same disguise A thousand...

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In the halcyon hush of twilight meadows, a clown carves laughter from hydrangea elixir, his smile — a fuchsia epitaph, hidden behind a dazzling white glow. Sparkling countless orbs drift from his broken pockets, ghosts grow wishes in splotchy shade, each sangria song he sings splinters against the opalescent...

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The red bloom behind the lids, not blood, not quite, but a memory of sunset pressed too hard. Then the shapes begin, amorphous wanderers, sometimes sharp edges emerge, a fleeting geometry untethered from the world. Faces flicker, unbidden guests from yesterday, a smile, a frown, eyes that hold no judgment now. Landscapes shift like dreams, a forest of purple trees, a river of liquid light, places the waking mind could never quite...

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