Worn Poems - Poems about Worn

...Silence ! If you're quiet enough, You may hear the gossip of the Gods. Where your reflection well can listen, Between the myriad of facades. Now as the message comes to mind, You'l......Read the rest...

...I've toiled in shadows, my hands calloused and worn, Laboring silently, my spirit tattered and torn. For the promise of pennies, I've bent my back low, While the masters of plenty reap what I sow.......Read the rest...

...Silence gripped fear in a very dark room As two hearts converged in the night's embrace. One worn by time's relentless race, The other seeking solace in its lonely space. He envisioned a fleeti......Read the rest...

...Left behind enemy line waving a torn flag but I’m fine dirt on my face my boots worn bullets passing by me with the speed of lightning rapid friendly fire exploded my skull dust......Read the rest...

...looking into the horizon I see things as they once were all drawn in sharp colors and defined lines now fading as time travels from one point to the next I see all in my dusty history images ta......Read the rest...

... Forceful displays are never her intention, But she will constantly plea for your attention. Doctors should order silence long before Our lives are entangled in webs of disorder. Souls long ......Read the rest...

...CURTAINS Like all exhausted actors, I’ll fold and drop And will this endless production ever stop Do you understand, just listen to me I pray I play the lead in this, so I must have my say <>...Read the rest...

...Not ready to be thrown away, like those memories made it's not broken, long as it's loved. Can't you feel them? lands and grooves in circle's run.. feels I've known you since the day you w......Read the rest...

...In the dimly lit corners of her existence, She lingered, a ghost in the midst of persistence. From the womb, she was marked, a black sheep born, Destined to wander, forsaken and torn. In childh......Read the rest...

...Luminous miscellaneous adorn my crown, Frills and strawberries, Thorny circlet dusted with a light layer of twinkle, As my eyes hysteric with confusion muse on this loss. I gather the lumps......Read the rest...

... “Some Other Poet, White Iris” When I look in the mirror what do I see? I question existential questions and fiction, my eyes are the eyes of another staring back at me, ......Read the rest...

...Though the days may be long and the nights cold And I travel alone weary and worn I will not dwell on those memories old But bask in the light of a new day born My soul are waters that sh......Read the rest...

..."Marionette of Flesh in a Borrowed Dress" - Daniel Henry Rodgers The hourglass, a skeletal jester, mocks in the tomb's chill, Each falling grain an emaciated ......Read the rest...

...Do I remember when... Better breezes blew Cleaner waters flowed Teasing memory so... For I can hear them in quiet special times… can you? Softly now, in your own silence… hear them… ‘Are......Read the rest...

...Look to the horizon And see what's left of day, A quiet dissolution Of the thoughts that came our way. The past is etched in memory Like a sculpture in the sand; Slowly it is worn away By ti......Read the rest...