Suffocated Poems - Poems about Suffocated

...I wake up at the break of dawn. the sun light fills my room I look out at the wonderous view and its glow that feels so warm. and then I remember we used to share this wonderous time of day ......Read the rest...

...Through the prism of the soul, a mysterious alliance of reflections is bound, Pieced together from shards of worlds lost under bare soles. Streams of betrayal trickle over the skin, constructing ru......Read the rest...

...How can I perfect me, if I let the actions or the words of others affect me, since a child God muted my prayers & neglected me, she said she loved me but she showed it through telepathy, abuse, & pro......Read the rest...

... “My tears are testimony of my devotion to Beloved; and from those tears white lilies will grow that speak the truth.” Rumi I had heard the legend of her tears, silent drops of sorrow ......Read the rest...

...O, why did I fall for you, O' sun, When my soul is nestled in the deeps? Agape and afraid, my eyne mosey deeper still; they run, Yet on the colder current your warmth invitingly sleeps. The dis......Read the rest...

...Delicate fingers gripped the slender neck firmly- after soft, full lips caressed cold, wet flesh desperately- whilst deep breaths were taken forcefully; yet suffocated moans and screams pierced di......Read the rest...

...My whole nervous systems fried There's a day I haven't cried From the feelings I've bounced all around--it's like you pounced On a heart you suffocated That can't be resuscitated My life force ......Read the rest...

...Timid Man The ridiculed mind of a man stands between two lines, To stagger in thought, Never to vine. My slivered emotions, As they wither away, Are left to wallow in past decay. To dig at......Read the rest...

...I beg pardon, I'll try again, to gather From your verse the voice, to align it with my own song, May words flow in a magic pulse, under the clear moonlight, Swaying in metaphor and dream, until I ......Read the rest...

...I moved South from Seattle's rainy haze, To Atlanta's charm in the early 80s days. They called me a Yankee, a foreign soul, But Southern living soon took its toll. Sightseeing spots, reminders ......Read the rest...

...Bricks through windshields, Darts through hanging pictures of me And cracks in the photos, framed on the shelf But they're not there physically My trust makes a run for the hills As the rumor......Read the rest...

... The green sun sheds silent bloody tears. Black sunrise often tries to devour a beauteous, naked hill. ......Read the rest...

...Fall, Fall And keep on falling until You splatter and drip On the head of a man in a chequered shirt. He's bin scraping, picking ......Read the rest...

...Driving to the hospital, you crack jokes. Jokes about hate, and wanting to leave. Those aren’t really jokes. The truth is so easily heard. I didn’t even have to say anything. The silence suffoca......Read the rest...

...Subtly significant for the cause, Ripped apart by men, Revering the reign of the lord, Fools caught up in the act, Making change prosper, Or an effort toward it the least. What failed was ago......Read the rest...