Worn Out Poems - Poems about Worn Out

... Oh, trees of once so forest green now shrouded to me in pale hues as my hearts reflection of blues mirrors a lifeless figurine Pray hide from me sunbursts of glow for the sky is o......Read the rest...

... If only you knew Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Silent One Rumi Quote: “If only you knew what bliss I find in being nothing.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~......Read the rest...

...After numerous threats on our lives after the domestic violence with my abuser after I returned from Tampa testifying in a murder trial I was finally healing several therapist home visits my......Read the rest...

...Sort of morning that Though dark jubilates in blue, A worn out welcome.......Read the rest...

...Incense whispers drift skywards Echos amid the memory boxes. Prising lids off revealing recollection relics - Fragments labeled and categorised. I run my hand over each: Exploring the worn gro......Read the rest...

...Incense whispers drift skywards Echos amid the memory boxes. Prising lids off revealing recollection relics - Fragments labeled and categorised. I run my hand over each: Exploring the worn gro......Read the rest...

...In the sunset eve of my life A recurring thought plagues my mind: How can I like a parting soul, Discard one day and leave behind My shame, as shoes put off in porch, Prejudice, pain like clothe......Read the rest...

... My Innermost And Fervent Desire for Solitude Has Unleashed the Taurus Beast Mortally Weary are My Bones That Pre Exist My Existence Worn Is The Sound of My Granted Title Weighed With Accolade......Read the rest...

... If only you knew the struggles I have had, many were very sad. My kind and loving dad, knew I was never bad. I should have kept a notepad, about the people that made me mad. If only I......Read the rest...

...Skin of Terror - Daniel Henry Rodgers (Lights slowly rise on a lone figure, MICHAEL, hunched over a steering wheel. His knuckles are white aga......Read the rest...

... I'm tired, but tears still do not flow. Craving to sleep forever, but afraid of nightmares, I remain 'opened eyed.' I can't believe I thought that I had to always be strong, so I became a......Read the rest...

...We picked out the crops and then set the seeds; We prayed for the rain that they would soon need. We battled the winds and fought with the weed; Just kept on thinking of w......Read the rest...

...Sebaceous glands connected to follicles secrete an oily substance called sebum With a title deeply rooted in subject matter iterated above invariably makes for hair raising poem, though I immed......Read the rest...

...Two people are on the screen which one is your dream? Two dresses are hanging on the door which one did you picked up on the shore; two cabs are waiting at the gate which one is your date? This place......Read the rest...

... Tired, worn out and sapped The lonely man waiting for the day to end The night is better, kind and comforti......Read the rest...