Stong Poems - Poems about Stong

...sitting in silance on the ground.. with the best raggesd used cloths i own.. that was worn by someone before... yet thats all i have to dress me up.. to cover and to represent myself.. as a huma......Read the rest...

...As I take my poetic pencil to describe, birth,      death ,                 earth                        and life. I see a young Jason coming, screaming Loud, loudly in the presence of tho......Read the rest...

...19,years old, she valued her life ( u k corp ) Weilded the knife, found quite sane by Psyciatrists two.' Yet the (n h s ) obstructed And a judge hit her too.' I only know her as S T, its all the......Read the rest...

...Your hairs are grey, and too are mines, with the same scent, they still remain divines, We had a life, a really great one, enjoyed together the rain and the sun, we laughed a lot......Read the rest...

...The front rank hold stong, from where does come the strength? pushing forward, one step, another, Keep pushing you red. Swords, spears, axes, striking home, black with enemy blood, All weapons ......Read the rest...

...I’ve chased love before and I was wrong And that’s okay Sometimes, I completely embarrassed myself for love And that’s okay Things have a way of working out in the end The light at the end o......Read the rest...

...Be strong at heart Keep your mind involved In things positive To receive the Lost You must look from whence do you come And all that you gain You should remain positive choice Not......Read the rest...

...Dreams dreams, Midnight blood Tastes sweeter Than the suger coated pain; Midnight blood, Came to me like a midsummer rain. Midnight blood, Showered the lone desert with sun rays. Midnig......Read the rest...

...People always forget every good thing you do… Even after you go out of your way to help them.. With everything you have and everything you got… Without thinking twice.. They will let you down… We......Read the rest...

...Please, I don't want to be weak. I don't want to be the one who relies on others. Who uses another to help with my feelings. Who needs others to survive through the night. Please, I want to be......Read the rest...

... Aroma Of Coffee The aroma of stong brewed coffee lured her strait to the kitchen......Read the rest...

...Lost Heroines Anna K. had her train Virginia her river Ouse Emma B. chose poison And Janice heard and succumbed to the false seduction of her lethal needle. So many distraught, gifted s......Read the rest...

...I hear it though a friend and my knees begin to bend. "It's Sasha" My eyes grow, the world begins to slow. my heart stops beating logic is fleeting Hands quiver, a gut-wrenching thought ......Read the rest...

...the dreaded phone call came before seven on a cold Monday morning my daughter calmly told me my three grandchildren were in a car crash on their way to school cold and icy the road spun them out......Read the rest...

...Reality strikes Almost in a dreamlike state Slow motion However sudden Indifferent to any other Dreams turned to nightmare  instantly I feel so worthless For some time now A whore A sl......Read the rest...