Greif Poems - Poems about Greif

If only I knew What all this would do I never meant To be broke and bent I try and try But its never enough And just like that I call their bluff Im broken and hurt Blown off like dirt But I hide away The emotions I face As if put on a hidden display And the only one who will ever see Is...

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Pitter-Patter, Pitter-Patter, the sound of little feet, though you are lost, I know you are not, My baby we'll meet again, my heart was broken for you, I'm sulking the child I'll never meet, pitter-patter, pitter-patter the sound of an angels feet, pitter-Patter pitter-patter, my Baby one day ill meet....

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My dad brought home this cheese once. I hated it. It reeked. Everyone enjoyed it except me. It's been five years now. He still brings this cheese home. I’ve started to use it in my dips. It tastes better when it’s drowning in mayo and spinach. I walked in and I could smell it....

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Sometimes for no apparent rhyme or reason A sort of sinking feeling dampens the mind and heart Not exactly, but somewhat similar to a nervous breakdown Everything appears twisted, strangulated, and distorted Extra show of kindness sometimes turns painful and killing Sadness soon turns into the hysterical sobs Turning the victim into a grief-stricken wretch The face is an index to mind,...

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When I was 16 I lost my best friend I started to grind, smoking weed and drinking Hennessee 'n' Gin Then my clientele blew up I'm 16 making bands feelin' like I grew up Poppin' pills and chewin' em' up Buying pounds of mid as I really started movin' up At 17 I had hustled up a selection of drugs like...

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When I was 16 I lost my best friend I started to grind, smoking weed and drinking Hennessee 'n' Gin Then my clientele blew up I'm 16 making bands feelin' like I grew up Poppin' pills and chewin' em' up Buying pounds of mid as I really started movin' up At 17 I had hustled up a selection of drugs like...

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Learning a heart beats makes life go fast My heart beats twice as fast as you think and half as fast as I remember When the rainbow came out over my grandmother's wet face in the rain in a crowd of nervous spectators I graduated again under the gazing admiration of a bunch of sappy critics also known as my family I was sad...

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The Rocky Road. . The path that life has given me Is a rocky uneven winding road With many steep hill to climb And I carry such a heavy load A cruel unforgiving wind Often stops me moving forward Upon my painful unpleasant track Battered and bruised sand lashed I aim for home always alone But get blown back Disheartened disillusioned Trapped fearful Like a struggling cat in...

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She weeps, tears of sadness...anger...confusion and pain. All the good in her had sprang from the love given to her by her mother, not by birth but by choice. Now mother had left the earth, and she questioned her identity. Never fitting into predestined labels of grandchild...or child. How obvious it was now, she would fight...

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(I found this poem that I wrote in my first year of high school, it brings back memories so thought I'd post it) He wears what was once a fine suit. Brown, travel-worn trousers, a white, broken-buttoned shirt, and leather shoes that look as though a hundred chalky footed mice have scrabbled over the toes. ...

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