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Failure

She sit's alone in her room, in the dark and gloom.
Getting lost in her thoughts, of pain and doom.
She see's a failure in the mirror, an image that cant get any clearer.
So far away that I cant reach, why wont she let me be nearer.
 
I cant understand why I'm a failure.
I don't understand why I'm cursed this way.
Cause I cant understand that I'm a failure.
Will it be like this till my last dying day?

She lie's alone in her bed, her face white and her eye's blood red.
In a mist of the unknown, image's and dreams running through her head.
Another world of desire and fate, wont turn back because it's too late.
Why does it always happen so fast? Too quick to love so it turns to hate.
 
I cant understand why I'm a failure.
I don't understand why I'm cursed this way/
Cause I cant understand that I'm a failure.
Will it be like this till my last dying day?

Copyright © Kevin Pawul | Year Posted 2008



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Real and What Is Not

These feeling's inside are so twisted and broke. Can't make sence of all the 
thing's I've spoke. I want to love but something inside fills me with fear, so I hide. 
Every time I love, it fall's apart. Not even sure what is in my heart. I say these 
thing's I think I feel. But not even sure if it is real. Not playing game's, though 
that's how it may seem. The thing's I do are like a bad dream. It's been a long 
time since I've felt right. Not sure of myself, can't trust the light. A withered heart 
will never be the same. To be a lover is just a name. Labeled a fool, messed up 
this call. Every time I stand I always fall. Every time I love, it falls apart. Not even 
sure what is in my heart. I say these things I think I feel. But not even sure if it is 
real. I left myself behind a long time ago. With everything I have done, I have 
nothing to show. I feel so empty, nothing to give. A hollow shell, but still, I live.  
Every time I love, it falls apart. Don't even care what is in my heart. I say these 
things I think I feel, but cant even tell if any of it is real. Every single time.

Copyright © Kevin Pawul | Year Posted 2008


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