Falling Poems - Poems about Falling

Eye's closed fast asleep in a nightmare I am breathing deep Decending spinning never hitting the ground I am trying to Scream but I'm making no sound. Voices that taunt me they come from my past I can't see their faces as I am Falling to fast I reach out for something to help stop my fall I grab...

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It seems my life is spiraling Spinning so far out of control I feel as though I'm falling Deeper and deeper into a hole All around me is this darkness The drowns out all the hope So why am I looking for a way That I may be able to cope I'm lost and alone...

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Heavy rain in the middle of July The hot air has passed I sit and collect the coolness I slowly she summer end While fastly seeing a new life begin...

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Under the sky like an ancient parchment, etched with falling stars, I told her I would be the shadow of the tree under which dreams rest, I said I would be the place where tears turn into butterflies, That I would be the silence that embraces the echo of extinguished pains. But when she came, carrying a universe of...

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FALLING RAINS OF SPRING Spring rains are falling, hydrating thirsty gardens, water breaking fruits:-...

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The edge is close, my steps are slow, I shouldn’t look, but still, I know. I told myself I’d just come see But now the fear is holding me. The ground’s too far, my hands feel weak, My chest is tight, I barely speak. The railing’s there, but what if not? What if it slips? What if I drop? I take one step,...

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Just keep walking The words ringing in his ears He marches ever onward Trying to leave the memories behind Around each new bend A new start could await But all he finds is empty promises Nothing to the fill the void She left deep inside Each new path Every possibility tried He tries desperately to forget Not to taint others with her memory Comparisons aren't fair To...

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I turned fourteen, the world turned cold, The light I knew felt strange, controlled. They said these years would shape my soul— But all I feel is lost and old. I used to laugh, just ‘cause I could, Run wild in every neighborhood. Now I just scroll, or lie awake, Pretending none of this can break. The mirror’s cruel, my thoughts are loud, I...

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Born to make mistakes, they say. A truth that settles like dust on the edges of our triumphs. Not a decree of doom, but an echo in the chambers of learning. Each stumble, a language spoken by the clumsy feet of growth. A grammar etched in scars, visible only to the touch of memory. We are not born flawless, but with a boundless capacity to redraw...

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The Falling Away An angel that rebelled. Had it all but failed. Envy of the most high. The king of all lies. Rules over a lawless society. Don’t follow his ways. Cancer bleeding in the world. It lives in the dark. The Falling Away is here. Watching from everywhere. Want no part of it. Hold...

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First Russia fell, a vast land, Nine time zones, Stalin took command. Millions of Russians died due to his rule But Russians don't learn that fact in school. FDR called him "Uncle Joe," Mistook a tyrant for a bro. Churchill described what he could see— The Iron Curtain shielding tyranny. And North Korea - the U.S. let Russia install a communist regime, let it...

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from east, west, south, north we come together, and stay ~ we are and we'll be ...

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And when i climbed the mound of grass The sun set at a stop Birds came swirling round Outcrops in the light Waves crashed under, instability; Glass houses and rocks. I think i got there. I think i managed, because i could see so far out And when i set up my gear To yell out to the climbers I cupped my helping hands around...

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I have seen falling stars in the eyes of shadows, dancing on the dark sky of unspoken words. I have stood in ballrooms filled with sculpted smiles, hiding glass daggers in velvet pockets. I have shaken hands that seemed like contracts with forgotten spirits, promising loyalty that evaporates into subtle betrayals. I have seen good men bend under the weight of...

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If I made ends meet by meeting millions of millionaires in meetings galore, would you care to explore my heart? If I made up my mind to resign, and spend my time at a diner, behind the scenes, would you find a way to care about me? If I took up poetry, and wrote hundreds of stories, told in metaphor,...

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