Short Wounder Poems
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mentally
broadsided
subconscious
unrestrained
causes
habitual
relapses into
vice regression
each time the
conscious mind
starts to wounder
My body shaking
my bones aching
Will I ever learn?
I feel good so good but it only lasts for a little while
then I start to wounder when I'll get my next BIG SMILE
ashamed i feel as i sit and wait. This is my life. My daily fate.
Form:
I am who I am
I wounder if
Love could Ever die
I hear the beautiful music
I try to keep us from
Falling a part
I wish all my wish come true
I dream that I wil
Always be with u
I see the stars in
The midnight skies
I hope I stay for ever
In u'r eyes
Muse
As I sit here I wounder what it could be,
this blank void of inspiration?
Your beauty eludes the masses,
as your spectral light penetrates my lobes
an electrical energy vibrates my cerebrum.
Do I deserve such attention from such ethereal beings?
she cries herself to sleep at night
she want nothing more then for the pain to end.
she stuck on the past
she doesn' t know how beautiful she is.
she doesn't ever give up
she wounder if anyone out there for her
she is a god sent angle
she is the best teacher
she the greates friend
Form:
a lovely day I see,
everyday I see kids play and make
me happy.
Once a day always a day,makes me
play.
Water falls that fly out the clouds and
rainbows that shine above.
Angels sing in the sky.
I fly so high I can touch the sky.
I wounder why oh why......could it be
me or is it the lovely day i see tonight..
Smile e' heathery peaches,
though snow be falling softly.
A fuzz to yer texture touch-
yer coating turns leathery.
Ail is yer juice- wine within-
O frozen peach numbs 'y tounge.
Thoush winter be calling now,
yer wounder wind will wipe e down.
Lying peaches- a lean pink
smoothing to gray softness-
freezing ail underneath yer skin.
And I seek and loathe yer wetness.
Form:
Oh for the joy's of are beautiful world has in-store
Mother nature Earth has so much wounder to explore
amazing, divine peace in nature with its sweet delights
even cloudy day's are enlightened in her way's
pristine beauty in harmony, natures conveys
filling the heart with wonderful joy's
arming the soul with praise
giving you such great magnificence to enjoy.
They say silence is Golden
But your silence makes me feel broken.
Alone and forsaken my heart won't stop
Aching..
I lay here and wounder why I'm made to suffer
For showing you love,I guess just to much?
another day pasts with no sign or a word,
Your silence ain't golden its just cold
And foreboding.
If time is a healer then why do I feel her
Still Tearing my heart completely apart.
I miss all the gud times we had, seeing ur face made me glade, i luk n ur eyes knoin wat we
had was real, that there was compasion n love n our heasts. I never 4got about u i still think
bout u and those sexy eyes lukin at me. I miss our kisses and hugs, seein u every day, and
always laughing. I miss wat we had and wounder if u would ever change cuz u was untrue,
but kno i still luv u!
Form:
I am unique.
I wounder why I am so different.
I hear sobing.
I see the darkened sky.
I want a good life.
I am unique.
I pretend to fly
I feel nothing.
I touch darkness.
I worry about my family.
I cry to myself in darkness.
I am unique.
I understand that nothing is perfect.
I say there is nothing that can help.
I dream of perfection.
I try to forget.
I hope to forgive.
I am unique.
PICTURES OF YOU ,
THEY ARE GOOD TO HAVE
PICTURES OF YOU ,
THEY ARE ALL I SEE
PICTURES OF YOU ,
THEY ARE HARD TO LOOK AT
PICTURES OF YOU ,
JUST MAKES ME CRY
PICTURES OF YOU ,
MAKES ME THINK OF YOU
PICTURES OF YOU ,
MAKES ME MISS YOU MORE
PICTURES OF YOU ,
MAKES ME SMILE
PICTURES OF YOU ,
MAKES ME CRY
PICTURES OF YOU ,
MAKES ME WOUNDER WHY
PICTURES OF YOU ,
MAKES ME LOVE YOU MORE
Form:
deep in wounder, my eyes gaze upon the horizon of your selfishness
loathing the warm embrace of your coy witty charms, and loving eyes
flustered i walk along the temple of your being, engulfed with the envy of your shy and
witty alure
costly visions plunder my heart when i gaze upon your tender and suttle eyes
rapture of life is caught seething through my hands like sand slithering down an hour
glass for which there is a endless worp of time.
Form:
when we were together
we had it all
now i sit, and wounder why
why cant we still be
but it never hurt to ask
to ask you if you still love me
now i sit and look at the clouds
hoping that someday we can make it through
now you're gone, i wounder
i wounder what happened
why have we bane as tray
you were my best friend
my only true love
and my heart
now i sit and think
and say
i'm sorry i do still love you
now if you can forgive me
that would be great
just only if you knew
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