Given Up Poems - Poems about Given Up

Glisten like the moonlight in my eyes Listen to the words of my mouth now I crumble, I stumble upon my speech I assume, I resume on like you’re out of my reach I listened to your lies… I am not through your goodbyes… I’ve given up on love… You’re still looking above Where do I rove? Where do I rove? Where do I,...

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She was on the ground Draped over a mushroom house Almost hidden under poison ivy I almost stepped on her with my hiking boots My singing stopped immediately I was concerned, but not surprised For I had run across them before In glimpses and glances This one had given up Her essence was draining quickly If a wolf had gotten her, she would have...

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I study my scowl in the back of a spoon As the Rumbletide ripples in a cup of Joe* The lap desk that holds it is vibrating, too… The window is shattered, my boots bumbletied The knife pricks my neck, right there in the ‘V’ And the fellow who holds the knife is me. __________________ * coffee (Just a note – this is...

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Do this Do that Take this Take that Avoid this Try that Come here Go there Don’t do this Don’t do that Giving up Throwing my hands in the air Drained Tired of it all Exhausted Partially burnt out All out of energy and drive Reduced to following directions So different from barking them Now just trying to keep up Barely keeping it together AP: 3rd...

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And who am I? Am just another man with another name With dreams bigger than his height Hopping for the best Trying harder to keep the faith But fire rains on him The man who prays for refuge Come tomorrow, lions still have craws Earth, doomed Humanity, cursed Sin, forbidden Peace, compromised Order, reversed Wealth, defiant Should I do the right thing? The world doesn’t favor the good I will still...

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Given Up All Hope Of things, Trump never understood the scope, While women, he would gather up and grope; Always mumbling; An idiot bumbling, And on him we definitely did give up all hope. Jim Horn...

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Lying around in the middle of the city Urine all over her skirt Flies enjoying the aromatic smell of it Shame no more bothering her She has given up on life. A woman whose beauty was once every man's dream Life has tossed her apart and left her to rot In the scorching sun Paralysed by the unpleasant situations of life Poverty prevailing. Tears melt...

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All I thought I had I have lost Just like the puff of powder, they’re gone At the top of my voice I cry out loud From my eyes are two fountains forming ocean City after city I have moved hoping Yet I am still in my wonderland waiting I am pulling out strength to make it It all melted like...

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Looking through the glass-- Should be better for us both; Years later I choke On tears of a faulty choice; “I have a mom, it's not you” February 25, 2016...

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I've finally lost my self-control. No longer hiding All of my anger. Or all of my emotions. Given up on everything . No longer going to Fake my happiness. No longer going to Act like I'm fine. Nowhere else for My demons to hide. After everything, my True self has died. So many scars mark My...

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I’ve given up the prospects of brick walls And smoke crawling out of chimneys Of white snowmen and Christmas trees I’ve given up hope of these I’ve given up on Oxford and New York times Places where people do things with their lives I’ve given up on seeing the Eiffel Tower Or travelling on planes to wherever I want to I’ve given up...

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I am giving up I am giving up slowly This may be the death of me Just have to get out of here I need to escape I been housing all these scars and insecurities The walls are closing in on me All the pictures and the windows and walls are closing in on me I don’t...

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Look at my face, battered, BRUISED U say I mean a lot to YOU? How can that BE? It’s hard to SEE Thru these black eyes of mine…… I cain’t COPE I need some DOPE I’m better now since I’ve given up HOPE I just don’t KNOW How I PROVOKE What you do to me…… I crave a PORT My time is SHORT Know what...

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The spirit that cares no longer, Has yielded for change. Without mind nor soul It seizes to remain the same. To rectify the times of the precedent: Would amend its existence. It’s a parrot’s broken limb, Useless in till cured. While the Parrot adapts to the break For it will eventually heal: The spirit, Is left alone once more. The misty figure, Wanders lonesomely Whilst longing for closure. Constantly hiding...

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When someone just has given up The spirit that cares no longer, Has yielded for change. Without mind nor soul It seizes to remain the same. To rectify the times of the precedent: Would amend its existence. It’s a parrot’s broken limb, Useless in till cured. While the Parrot adapts to the break For it will eventually heal: The spirit, Is left alone once more. The misty figure, Wanders...

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