Enough Poems - Poems about Enough

We are fire in the rain never really getting anywhere But we are also two flames in the wind, can't survive without each other I'm jealous and tired and torn but you are my home. This is messy, but I won't leave — Because love lives here too We're drowning, but you keep me afloat. We're a storm, but you're my warmth. I may...

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Life, in its cruelest joke, gives us only enough time to discover ourselves, we toil through the years of uncertainty, forging identities like soul blacksmiths, sharpening our talents, enduring betrayals and broken hearts, reaching the peak of self-possession only to be ready to depart. This is the irony of life, where maturity comes hand in hand with obsolescence, wisdom, that...

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Goth mood’s not right, not bright enough. Fountain of sea, rapt in darkness. Crepuscular ink blocks sunlight. The cursive waves doth strain the wrist. Fa-la-la rhymes, leaping and lowing. Counting the black sheep - times not slowing. Fountain of sea, deep in darkness. Coarse keys, ivory black, musing. The cursive waves doth strain the wrist. Resist of playful sounds - thirsting. Fa-la-la rhymes, leaping and...

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You said you loved me, But you still left me, And you took a piece of me with you, And I want it back. I gave you my heart, But you broke it, You took a sledgehammer to it, And left me to pick it up piece by piece. If you really loved me, You would’ve accepted me, If you cared enough, You’d still smile at...

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You were just a heart, an organ that beat enough, to feel the need to raise a wall of stone, a fortress around which the wind whispers forgotten memories, and when the rain sheds its tears over the cold stones, you remember you were also flesh, a body that felt enough, to wear an armor of steel, gleaming under the...

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I discovered www.poetrysoup which lists styles of poetry This site shows you examples of haiku, senryu, alliteration, monorhyme Diminished hexaverse, acroustic, shape poems, rhyme, and much more The first day I discovered this site I wrote eight poems; all a different style By the time I branched out to www.allpoetry, I was a bit more confident I believe that now...

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They’re never happy, The world’s selfish hands always expect more, I’m never enough, And I probably never will be. I just want to be loved, Without being asked to change, They’ve all let me down so far, I’m not enough for them. All of them eventually turn their backs on me, My heart has been broken so much, That the words “I love you “, Are...

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'Would thou wert clean enough to spit upon', I would not piss in your ear, if your brain was on fire. For what you have done defiles mercy's dung. For on your face, the stain of wrongs is drawn, indelible, And your words, beget bitter, pointless heartless disdain. So soiled is your soul, and all grace is so far gone, Forgiveness is...

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I'm beautiful enough for a quick smile, but never enough to be the favorite face, Beautiful enough for late-night talks, but not enough for morning promises, Beautiful to be noticed in a crowd, but never sought when I disappear into silence. Beautiful enough for gentle words and compliments, but not for love that stays, Beautiful to be desired when...

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"Have lived thousands of days; Have loved a hundred loves; Have written thousands of words; And this has been enough." ...

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A gilded cage, bars unseen, spun of silk and desire. More. A whisper, a gnawing, a phantom limb. Screens flicker, a deluge of curated lives, each a polished shard reflecting back, a hollow echo of more. The feast laid out, a grotesque abundance, yet the palate remains unsated. A hunger that stretches, a void that expands, a bottomless pit lined with fleeting pleasures. We...

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I found a poem the other day By someone I knew well, A lady of grace and beauty beyond Anything my mind could tell. We were all but friends out on the fringe Between true love and something less, She was a princess from another world And I, a pauper in distress. She spoke like an angel from heaven And didn’t...

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Visible but not seen Trying but viewed effortlessly so. Scar's visible regardless of the hard work Put to conceal them. A feeling so unknown Yet painful to contain. Spreading like a disease, with a motive to bring one down. How I ask myself. How, do I fight against the befallment of such Clouds? But unanswered I shall remain, Infected I shall remain, And without an antidote Am as...

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Every 20 February, I am reminded Unwanted Rejected Unloved Every 20 February, the dagger twists Impossible to love Difficult child A duty not a joy Every 20 February, I am reminded Living mistake Born a stranger Resented existence Every 20 February, the dagger twists Never good enough Not deserving Never worthy Every 1 September, I am reminded I am love I am strength I am enough By Cathrin Stuart ...

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Am I good enough for love and happiness? I love fiercely and honestly, with understanding and compassion. I have been broken too many times to count or remember. I always question and second guess everything, I can’t help that. I’ve been lied too so much, I hardly trust myself with the feeling of love showed to me I can’t...

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