Hurts Poems - Poems about Hurts

The morning sun is in the sky. The dog is in the yard. And I stand in the driveway With an aching in my heart. I’m watching all the people Driving down that highway. They’re all heading somewhere else While I am here to stay. I can feel that highway calling me ...

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I loved him I loved him with my whole soul I loved him I loved him until he became my blackhole He took and he took He took the color from my cheek He took the light from my eye He took my life until I became weak But I knew he was good So I gave and I gave I thought 'it's okay, maybe...

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The fire’s down to embers and the candle’s burning low And I cannot remember when we stopped watching the show The morning’s coming quickly but we’ve still so far to go ‘Before we have to greet the early morning light. Maybe just another drink then we can call it a night. The bottle’s on the table but that’s halfway ‘cross...

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Inspired by Black Hole Love (Max Frost) ************************************************************** I Shall Ever Be Who I Am ...

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THeir plan - in each oriface pour some Vaseline, KY and more... with rings of the bell they both had to yell, "Too greasy to open the door."...

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Far apart, heart to heart speaking The gentle voice, the air carrying Encouraging each other Creating happiness together We dream of crossing the horizon The distant sun is about to set We dream of crossing the horizon The lover’s voice whispers in the wind Love by nature will fade away Sweet love grows stronger each day We feel happy...

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My bones float over her, I'm glass Now on memories drunk I sip — Another sun that must be asked. My bones float over her, I'm glass. I gave myself, my skies; cup's pass A blue bookmark upon your lips. My bones float ~over her~ I'm glass Now on memories drunk I sip. ...

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," I felt my fingernails digging into his back during a profoundly charged moment. It was striking to see tears streaming down the face of this strong man—he was unguarded! He sighed deeply and reached his climax again and again. This was not just a display of sportsmanship; it was a clear expression of inner...

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In the quiet corners of her whispered fears, she carries a heart wrapped in shadows, trembling like the leaves outside, each gust a reminder of the storm within. Her laughter dances just out of reach, a melody sweet yet haunting, where the notes are soft, and her silences...

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Love is like a pulling feeling in our heart, it can make us feel weak, Weak to the knees, making us want it endlessly. Love can also wound us, leaving us bleeding in our heart and mind. Making our heart and mind and body feeling sick. Sick because our love is lost, and we feel...

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Like deep questions in outer space, Dwelling out there with troubling trails, Her Depts are undetectable, And questions abound. Born in neither heaven nor hell, She's more than a show and tell. Reckless ruin better describes her, An ever-consuming sinkhole. If ever she enters your heart, Forgive and bid her depart Lest you be swallowed up And filled with tombs of shame. None should be tempted to...

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All these thoughts trapped inside my brain. Visions, delusions, writhing in pain; As I scream out in vain. I keep calling your name, Only to be met by silence again. Why can't you hear me? I just wanted you near me. How can you not see? I'm not as bad as I seem. It just all fell apart, Almost at the start. As soon as I...

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grab your pail, we'll clean the sea fetch a comb to coiff the sand don't fall for burning cities, to be eternalized as a pinnacle of table salt pinch me, porfa! looking up/down—that's insurance perilous looking back psychics looking forward pronouncing words over tomorrow's world should you be dissolved by hands furious at future-telling feats well, you would have seen it coming... stay simple pick peppers plant cotton gin it for reason ...

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My love is a black hole, silent, vast, misunderstood. It doesn’t explode. It swallows. Soft things. Sharp things. Every memory. Every maybe. I give and give and still it spins, pulling everything in without return. I don’t know where it leads, only that it holds so much: letters never sent, touches never returned, hope that clings even when hands let go. People think black holes destroy, but I...

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I don't love you We can say I don't know you We can say I haven't given you a chance We can say that maybe love will grow if we are patient We can say there is hope But as of now, I don't love you What we can't say is that I don't know what love is I know...

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