Fourteen Poems - Poems about Fourteen

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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She enjoyed the joy of motherhood once; for nine months: Two hours, fourteen minutes. she held him his entire life and tried to give this tiny, unformed...

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Q When did Jesus's earthly ministry actually end? A During the Feast of Pentecost,when the Holy Spirit, was poured out on 120 people. And they were filled with and were baptized by the Holy Spirit by tongues of fire appearing on their heads. And began speaking in actual...

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Always Remember ...summer kisses, moonlit nights, strolling by the sea...and me. First and Last Our last times, gone, but our first times, always in memory.   Music Box A garage sale music box plays, "I will always love you".   From the Sky She tumbled from the sky - what a lucky lad was I. One Eye Blink Heaven sent, no time to think, she was...

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Moses and the burning bush Exodus 3:15-19 (part two) God also said to Moses,"Say to the Israelists,'The LORD, the God of your fathers-- the God of Abraham, the God of Issac and the God of Jacob--has sent me to you. This is my name forever, the name by which I am to be remembered from one gene ration...

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In case of article fourteen Quite a problem could have been Solved completely, setting free All from tribal pedigree No prejudice would take place Based on nation or the race No one meets with deprivation Well protected by convention Be it truth, we could have been Living in most fairiest dream Ever dreamt about, or heard Magic of the written word Would reach out the moral...

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Fourteen is yawnful and staring, Lying around in pyjamas at noon, Wondering, ‘What to do?’ Then scooping and gulping some sludge From a tub in the fridge – Until a parent full of peeves, aged around forty, Comes fuming and growling, Banging and slamming Until each glooms In their room. Fourteen and forty – Leaving the cleaning-up For tomorrow. ...

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Fourteen murdered bunnies Naked, in plain view. Heads all in a bucket Staring back at you. Fourteen headless bunnies Haunt me in my dreams. Raising hairs, these hares; I still hear them scream....

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In a wireframe dress on a drooping pedestal She is pretty and pink and easy to digest He calls her sadness art Smooths out all the sharpness of her She is easy to look at He grabs her wrists, nail bitten fingers lacing up satin shoes in the back of a grey room In front of the mirror, on the subway He says, I...

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She has fourteen ticks on her back And she is still alive I thought she would be dead by number five How many ticks is it going to take to kill this old broad, do I buy a snake? Ticks on her back. How many do you see? I wish this old crone was anyone except me....

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Fourteen to go, he says. I hear it and smile. I am one of the fourteen. Or maybe not. Maybe they forgot me and that is okay. I do not mind. I have been forgotten before today. He is the IT from central headquarters. He is replacing all of our computers with new ones. Or maybe not all, maybe just some. No one knows except...

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Hollow hand led shallow world your grave you dug for me. To keep in sleep. When deep within your hole I live, and breath. Then die again once more each day, I am. Must I see, the tearing yes, give in to pain, that bore the best, too him, I am your grave, lest I forget your life within my sun, it's blinded...

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If you really feel someone? You ache for the memory of moments with them while they are happening....

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Into my sleep, I did slip off, too, Into my dreams, It sure turns out to be true. I'm calling your name; let me feel you deep inside!? We haven't held hands for fourteen years now, Babe, You are not here; sometimes, it brings me to tears. We haven't kissed good night, Either, Just in my dreams do I...

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If you treat life like a battlefield You will survive...

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