Burnt Out Poems - Poems about Burnt Out

Algebra makes me feel stupid. Equations and inequalities, algebra makes me feel stupid. I could have an A in the grade book, but that doesn't mean that I understand. lost in class, barely turned that in on time. Algebra makes me feel stupid. So I drift into my own world. But at least in my world, I'm not alone. Algebra makes...

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There once was a gifted child, Through all their lifetime they smiled, But a bump in the night, Came as a fright, And now they are all but wild....

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Snapped like a stick, all has sprung away, The bottled up visions just start to sway. Each person enters through the exit door, But they don't know what is in store. The unsettling feeling as ghosts glide by, Blood stains the wall where the bodies lie. Scrunched up fists, fight versus flee, Gloves stretched on with a smile of glee. Clothes stained with...

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Like burnt-out logs on ice-cold firedogs nudge, emotions crumble at tentative touch. In Iambic Pentameter: Stressed syllables are in bold....

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You built me up made, made me trust you. But now you’re the nightmare that plays even in the direct ray of light. You make me fight not to call you because you are like a fire who made me burn so bright Your glowing Tyz – yeh nothing to do with me but the little fire I...

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Shining like a burnout sun The sun gets dimmer every time I wake up. I wish I could turn the brightness off all together If I was selfish I wouldn’t care I’d take my pills until the day was gone. Truthfully Somedays I’d rather be alone than here all together Pretty crappy thing to say...

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No one saw him come or go, he just appeared jerking around - a mute puppet on fire. His strings must have been thin too thin to hold a flame or maybe like his eyes, they were fire resistant. Some said he had been a great person, a man who had tried too little, but obviously was always above the heads of the casual...

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The Hearts burnt out with dying falls and cold, bone chilling winters. (Love is gone for the fall and winter) Just me, I stay alone who walks the slushed streets and I sleep in the dirt grimmed gutters. The hearts burnt out, but still a hint of love lingers in the cold evenings of the winter falls. The cold December nights are...

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Who snuffed out my writing spark? It used to burn so bright, Now notebooks, lay forgotten All, tucked out of sight. Where did the emotion go? My urgent need to vent, Now, when I crawl in bed at night My mind is simply spent....

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current girlfriend problems the dead one is far better than the live one if it were'nt for lying lips i think i could do better but one of those lies just happen to be i love you...

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The monologue of burnt out subjects ========================== The monologue of wind has stopped its hum a while admiring nothingness of this vale; there are stumps of trees where verdant has once been scalded by a famished forest flame. She sees the red flickers of light at the mute nights and choke them with pillows. The...

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Tryst with nano was like burning in hell. Headless body of truth, turning into invisible particles flaunts an absent God. The mist envelops a rag picker – sleeping on the payment. Hunger fresh grown will be served, when sun rises. Indelible ink an yellow pages bearing the burden of unborn grief inherits this globe, the ashes of burnt out words. SATISH VERMA...

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Happiness seems far from reach It used to be something kept near Lonliness has cast its darkened shadow upon me The warmth of love no longer has a place What has happened to make this flee from me? Is it karma...or curse? Maybe something worse... My heart ices over a little more each day Why has my love's furnace grown dim? It no...

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