Used Poems - Poems about Used

Under Appreciated I might as well be paralyzed. Just bury me and die. All the wasted time. Everything was a lie. It’s not even worth the hard work. And all the effort. You left me. You just walked away, no care if I...Read the rest...

In the live network of intricate design, layer on layer my mind was stratified. Within the strata of innate awareness aligned, many divergent motifs got unified. Many attributes of sole distinction gained access to the fold of secret...Read the rest...

It no longer worries me who i used to be, or want to be, I'm content with who I've become. Having made many mistakes along the way, I learned from each and every one. I have...Read the rest...

I used to be a little different from how I am today, especially in some beliefs and things I’d do or say. My mother was (and still is) fanatical; there was no true religion except for ours; I...Read the rest...

Who I used to be?  Not an easy answer - as I turn the pages of my life to the past and ponder,  feels like a wonder!!!! Blessed to be born in a blissful home,  cocooned by a fearless, courageous...Read the rest...

I used to be your person, I used to be your friend, Now I'm just a version, Of a faded trend....Read the rest...

I'm out of fuel, Engine seized, no oil, flat tire. Battery is dead....Read the rest...

A wandering soul Lost and confused An un-played role So mentally abused If I cry I seem weak A displayed lie Purpose, I seek I didn't live that life I found an exit Looked for light I held on, didn't slip Had a masked face Covering up disgrace ...Read the rest...

What time can do to a person, making a soul feel like an orphan. Once filled with goodness by the pound, now I am torn down to the ground. My life once was riding high, now has been rung...Read the rest...

She lived in shadows, where light felt too bright And joy was something spoken of, But seldom felt or experienced, something That most of the time, meant reaching for another, Another’s joy, though not hers, She hoped might, somehow,...Read the rest...

Looks so peaceful there upon thy grave where once these flowers never bloomed I think the concrete angel on your stone is lipping me a truth I've never known Up there in heaven where you...Read the rest...

You used to talk to me in a kind way that now it's all negative, talking. You used to have my back in all of my situations but that only lead,into hurting me in the long...Read the rest...

Nature in spring is like a box of colored pencils gently used...Read the rest...

“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.” Rumi Upon my quest for quintessence. I was an amorist, positive in poetic philosophies. Elysian and empyrean effigies, enlightened in an ephemeral existence. Life a fragile garland festooned with a...Read the rest...

I used to be able to run full steam all day with little sleep Now I can barely walk unless I have a little cat nap because I still am a fitful sleeper at night, up and...Read the rest...