Own(A) Poems - Poems about Own(A)

... Angels are unable to handle these 'Sylvia Plath' sorrows, hiding their halos - mute to my concerns. Love has abandoned me, left me to decay in an open grave, where flesh eating insects ......Read the rest...

...And when healing has it's own beauty to embrace, I rarely like my past to be rephrased. Because in the past who I was I wanted to time stand still, and thought that my happiness would come bac......Read the rest...

...Her spring returns to me, in death, I shed a tear, alone, for the weeping blossoms, in the knowledge a moon will rise again, before the rhythm of her breath, turns out to be my own. ......Read the rest...

...I can't believe I thought that Gift wrapped my own brain For sentimental reasons And to avoid going insane Place thoughts in a letter Mailed them to a friend They sort out the odd bits Say......Read the rest...

...Years of tears I've shed those tears of my own doing in this world hurt......Read the rest...

... From mine chamber, breathless and perspiring upon the bed, I spy you there, out my window, looming overhead. Your gaze, a silent arbiter in the night, I cloak my naked shame, to veil my plight......Read the rest...

...In the vast field of beings, some are stars casting kindness, Somehow born with a mirage that drips mercy of its own accord. They traverse valleys and deserts, spreading, unwavering, their pure ess......Read the rest...

...Cloaked in misty judgments, we have dressed ourselves, Finding in condemnation a kind of sacred and dignified sport. An inert paradigm, where blame is like a talisman That people wear proudly, bel......Read the rest...

...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In the middle of a midnight song, came the parakeet, a bird of flame, a bird of deep indigo's keep. Into that blessed night, of its own song it gave, not born......Read the rest...

...The locked poem of my heart When unbound by its chains Will reveal it's frozen secrets Thaw them out again All that can be mustered Of this broken and abused soul If I bestow this gift P......Read the rest...

...Through the galleries of dreaming, where evening strings its somber beads, The echo of a twilight stifles discreetly on the plain bound for eternal crossing; Floating, floating over the velvet of d......Read the rest...

...Dandelions are breezily blowing Perky dots on lilies seem to be saying hi Spring needs her own adjectives for her feeling Refreshed, rejuvenated, regenerated, regrown These are but a start of the......Read the rest...

...I exist, though my presence feels seldom acknowledged. Fighting replays of tunes to woe is me, my own Ted Talk; that unconscious internal victims speech. At the same time I am holding a safe space in......Read the rest...

...In the garden of eternity, where the spirit blooms like a vine of mystery, We tread, unknowingly, on steps of time hidden beneath olive branches. As the lifeblood of our finished thoughts dwindles,......Read the rest...

...Why? Why? Why kill psychologists in my life? Why? They don’t see my sufferings and my life. They are just killing me. A long time ago I haven’t own a life. I haven’t lived. They just foll......Read the rest...