Crybaby Poems - Poems about Crybaby

Everybody have something they crave to get , All shall face disappointments or even worse through their pursued of happiness, at the deep end of it all one might lose aura and the best of all shall put into work ending up surviving! but You kept on crying, crying so hard you lost sight that ...

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My mood has been anything but jolly lately Winter I've had many, must be way past eighty Back in hibernation, I go Had way too much snow Enough for ten lifetimes, do I sound like a crybaby...

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I guess I'm a crybaby because I cry in my poems I can make you feel alive with my words, but I died in these moments I struggle to smile, I struggle to feel, I struggle with everything I'm a crybaby because depression poisoned me with it's deadly sting I cry without shedding tears I can't live until I...

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They call me crybaby 'cause I cry all the time Can't hold back my tears When I'm not feeling fine Give me my milk I'm raising my voice Don't you wanna play With me and my toys? I hurt my head Won't you come running? I'll scream even louder When I don't hear you coming Gently caress me And hold my hand Won't you follow me Into playland?...

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Crybaby… Painful and tired crawling in mud; Weeping and seeking heavenly bud. Nothing is near, cannot see far. Colors are dying, dying in tar. Where am I going? Into a hole Losing my body, losing my soul! Nothing is certain except the light; Sunrise and sunset full of delight. What else is here? Except the...

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dear all ive harmed and all i will i know you wont listen to my one truthful spill but im sorry for harming you and i always will think back to the days when i was a boy and twelve years came to pass took my innocence,my joy broke all my bones took my heart and my soul and held them all hostage then killed them...

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I cry for no reason I don't know why My emotions, my feelings there is no shy Friends and family laugh and joke as far as being human My tears spoke...

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(This is a fictional poem) My seventeen year old son has been getting his ### kicked. When I learned who is whooping him, I felt sick. It's a six year old girl who is giving him his beatings. My son is a wimp and he allows these whoopings to keep repeating. When I learned that my son is a coward,...

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