Diary Poems - Poems about Diary

River’s Diary March, 2025 She walked past me today. Her gaze hollow, her pace a ghost. I can see crimson threads weaving down her arms— not gloves, no. I think she’s going to the Cliff. I wonder if she’ll return. Most never did. April, 2025 She sat at the bank all day and stared at my ripples— It is what I’m proud of the most. I tried to sing...

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Monologue of a Cliff March, 2025 She visited today, I’ve seen her kind— in a silk white dress, and a pair of scarlet lace gloves. Something soaked my sparse grass. Tear or blood? I’ve never learnt the difference. April, 2025 Her steps were particularly unstable tonight. We watched the tides together, sometimes I envy how they flow— No tears were shed tonight. (A tragedy for my grass, but good for...

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My hasty steps echo on the cracked stone tile, before the bus door hisses shut—Late again. "It's a wonderful life," the clouds sing in chorus. Their church choir harmony almost offensive, if I didn't know, they truly believe life is lullabies and steaming apple tea. Swear-soaked hair clings to my neck. I call these ember days: when smoldering urban air chokes— Yet the clouds drift, marshmallow white— Like porcelain...

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The Diary Letter to Beatrice (A lone voice whispers, as the right hand, takes careful notes) In the deepest of silence I always walk Deep in thoughts, into my own created Maelstrom of Defiance As memories of you appear slowly, like a wild moorland winter fog Which slithers, rolls and returns With a soft hint of a time that was...

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OHH DEAR DIARY, I lost another friend It's an another end Maybe it has now become a trend! They come and they go, like a turbulent flow Fast is the time, the bond became slow Let me be unknown, now I don't wanna know If this is adulthood, I don't wanna grow OHH DEAR DIARY, I know it's not always better...

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the pages of my diary hold the memories- memories of you being cold and warm, memories of that mysterious smirk, and the day you deserted me i unfurled the white flag and surrendered on my knees you started this war and kept on stabbing me this war is our love affair illicit from the moment it began yet, i believed in you and 'this love' still...

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Dear Diary I am self-destructive and alone, no matter how many people surround me. I dislike people with my head but love them with my heart. I always try my best to help others and put their needs above my own—even to my detriment—because I never want others to feel the way that I do. Unfortunately, this...

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Scent of tea arose knowledge is my obsession sealed like a locket. ...

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Thursday, 2025.1.16 Happy birthday to my sister. She turns a mile stone at the new corner. Now she earns the title of being a senior. Congratulations to you, my sister. Congratulations to me too. Today, I was introduced the Poetry's world. I started to post my poems, Few days later, my first piece of work, Was listed in "This Week's Featured poems". It was read...

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Why worry after life Worry what you do today Yesterday was a lesson For today is the action Tomorrow is uncertain Live life one day at a time Do the right thing You will be praise the same Our life is but a fleeting Care what you have right now Let God wrote your diary See to it that it's nicely written Your story is well portrayed And...

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Beneath a Tree - Diary Entry Winter Equinox 1670 upon the twelfth hour of Winter's gail, for a moment a glorious splashed painting appear.... as the sullin clouds run...run onward toward the east.. in a misty breath of distant dreams, I remember Basho an old friend of mine. Fugi lying silent....a summit to be reached A wind...

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Diary from 1984 I witnessed thee unthinkable this resulted in the fbi warning me my life was in danger my children lives were in danger that's when I began wearing wires pregnant buying weapons and drugs from corrupt junk sick officers for many years I was tormented suffering from mental illness in silence ashamed...

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Society sure has a lot to say on how middle-aged women should behave. Who dares to sanction that fire still alive inside? In this her fiftieth year, she curses her sex-drive. For she has prayed for years for someone to love, Imposed voluntary abstinence to honour the Man above. Perhaps, she shall marry at sixty-five Until then, the fight continues...

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Dear Diary words When I first started being a Poet, I always wondered how my words sound? Was I meant to be a Poet? Do I have the need and purpose to write? It was a life learning situation Finding my own observation The courage within Determined then Knowing writing wasn’t a sin Inspiration always in doing words transform That’s the norm It took a little...

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Date May 2051 Hey Diary I'm happier now. I've been On the pizza palace patrol Parole For a few weeks now. The month Of May is winding down. A few days To go. June 2051 I'm oh so nervous about tomorrow. Diary I want this job! Oow. It's 12:55 In the morning! I should go to...

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