Tearing Poems - Poems about Tearing

"It's not in the way that you use it" with the color of that money Made a "run" for it "Something is tearing us apart" A "Bad: influence took control But I "walk(ed)" away I am "hung up up on your love" I "take a chance" but flew away like dove "Holding on" for my own good Do I " miss you" Love "Holy Mother"...

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Find your love and let it kill you like a storm tearing the sky of your soul, let it burn like an unquenchable fire dancing on the altar of your heart, throw yourself into the arms of passion like an eagle soaring towards unknown horizons, and allow it to consume you completely, without fear of losing yourself, for true...

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The moon is a silver blade, tearing the veil of night into strips of light, Clouds shatter like the stained glass of a celestial temple, scattering sparks, I step through the forest of fire trees, their flames dancing, Shadows move like spirits whispering incantations to the invisible wind. Beneath my feet, the earth is a sleeping giant, awakening from...

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Because of you I have loved so deeply and because of you I have been bled dry, "Well, you don't really love him." she said to me (she gave herself away) in an instant I knew she lied. Not only to me. Walls, walls, walls, and only I can tear them down, But how, behind each brick I encounter my heart. You said...

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Lamet! is what she hears first him, screaming her second name as he descends upon her no time to process gravity a thud, tearing her core to shavings Maiweeeee! She is puzzled. His baritone dropping the 'n' agitation a wooden scrabble. Nothing is left between her and Pee, not a grain all’s crushed smothering their screams interlocking their groans. He is a pawn, no saphead giving it to her, a pounding her splinters putting...

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One of my favorite dreams used to be to rehab a Victorian painted lady But then a friend decided to do it. She begged me to come over and help I ended up spending two weeks there Tearing down wallpaper, stripping wood, Tearing down wallpaper, stripping wood Tearing down wallpaper, stripping wood Then we spent three more weeks Rolling out new wallpaper and...

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All the things he put you through but you still trust him You want his image to be bright, it sits dark and grim. You start to ask yourself if what he did was your fault All the dark memories he caused stored - locked in a vault Hidden from society, hidden from yourself You get so mad, so frustrated,...

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for crying out loud, / lick your own damn wounds before / they being to scab...

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tearing a page off the calendar suddenly older posted on July 15, 2018...

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TEARING SCREAMING EYES you have a blind eye yet instill you cry out loud green eyes screams tears up 7/14/18 ©2018 SENRYU CONTEST POETRY CONTEST SPONSORED BY : MICK TALBOT...

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Armies build great Walls Children with smiles make then all fall Embracing our children We shall see love never war When we mix like pink cocktails We will dance to all shores Our children will laugh, smile and trance We have only to follow and give love a chance Youth is happiness all in the mind It belongs to us all Yes all of mankind...

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Scars on my wrist, Stitches on my heart. Still, those voices persist, Tearing my mind apart They say i'm not good enough, They say i'll never be pretty. I Laugh and say it'll buff, But I know i'm just being petty. These words cut me, and bring me down, But no body can see, a fake smile always hides the frown....

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I could feel the tears rolling down my eye, It's Almost like I can hear my heart cry. I could still feel the touch of your lips, From the first time we had kissed. Now am down on my knees, And I can't describe how messed up It feels. Am seeing you with this other girl, Your teling everyone she's your...

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They're tearing down Saint Ann's As I shed a nostalgic tear Part of my childhood gone Where I spent my sophomore year It was September of sixty one Our very first week of class It was only a short walk from school To the Church where we attended Mass Coal region was different then We smoked on the morning ride Each town held something special A...

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The forgotten one, the lonely one fate has raised a knife against me The broken one, the chosen one I've been chosen to take part in the stars masquerade to indulge in being a puppet product of a star-crossed love with the seed of my family's enemy; just not an enemy of mine I've often wondered what gave my parents the...

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