Cliché Poems - Poems about Cliché

...My plate is always piled yet my fork has nothing on it, beamed up by sensory overload onto a different culinary planet. Please don’t think me rude for leaving most of each meal, it’s simply an ......Read the rest...

...It’s a world of contradiction And the truth is hard to see. Yes, the path is full of dangers Leading where I would not be. I’ve been wrong in my decisions When my thoughts were not of you. And ......Read the rest...

...It’s funny to look at creatives, painters, writers, musicians and such, look back across their bodies of work, and laugh at how much of it is luck, that things they put their whole soul into now......Read the rest...

... My voice was mute like featherless songbirds, without vocal chords to sing doting tunes. Sleeping spirit yearned for amorous words, composing twin flames to ignite from fumes. Glance ......Read the rest...

... more … more than I’ll ever know … that’s how much you love me (just spoken) but what the hell does that mean? how do you know that I’ll never know how much you love me?? I mean, thanks … ......Read the rest...

...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dawns a courtroom closing in on midday, and a cheery sun uncovering its place being less demanding--a sage who dons sufficiently in her vocation ......Read the rest...

... Is the ship still in its bottle.. Have your lips become dry, tired from yearning. Do you still wear my sage shirt. Are you still crying, are all those tears for me.. Are you still ......Read the rest...

...I’m stuttering on this facile analogy Like I’m tripping on dubious morality I’m lisping on my plain quizzicality Like I’m limping on roads to tonality I’m damaged. A marred good with no r......Read the rest...

...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I saw ewe in the meadow today, Saying Ewer beautiful is more than a cliché In the heart of the pasture, ewe stand alone. Ewe are queen upon a grassy throne. A soft......Read the rest...

...“You try to be faithful And sometimes you're cruel. You are mine. Then, you leave. Without you, I can't cope." Rumi in the kingdom of love, nothing is simple, not even musings, so tel......Read the rest...

...Every step feels like a hurricane or twister, and it’s not child’s play I keep letting go of the notebook, guess it’s time to review the frames You can never walk on water if you don’t first crawl ......Read the rest...

...Starting of each day with her not so fancy and cliché morning routine, I mean school, home, church, work, was as far as she could imagine, She is consumed off by her daily girly pop playlist wh......Read the rest...

...When I finish this course called life, I'll die; and be glad, for no more must I be sad; for I'll know that I gave it my best try, my best attempt, my all, all that I had. Until that ......Read the rest...

...Another poem About being alone. Unoriginal, Repetitive, Old. A poem scattered Within many more. Yet the poem is still alone. A sheet of music Flying in the wind. A cliché, A ......Read the rest...

...Greed feeds the cliché: nice guys finish last, there is little appetite for the truth. And do-gooders are constantly harassed, a lesson taught to intolerant youth. Facing a future ......Read the rest...