Home » Poems » Best » Tornique Smith » Best Tornique Smith Poems

Best Poems Written by Tornique Smith

Below are the all-time best Tornique Smith poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

Details | Tornique Smith Poem

As a Woman

As a women were taught to act like a lady,in front and behind close doors. 

As a women were taught that if you cry, its a sign of weakness. 

As a women were taught not to curse,but to used or words less effective. That way we don't sound so, dramatic.

As a women were taught we've been our own, worst critic of ourselves. 

As a women were it seems to be hard for, some of us. To not hold onto or well on our negativity  thoughts. 

As a women its imperfect  not to be ourselves, around a group of people. 

As a women we put up with too much pressure. By looking the part, either we read or see it on tv, in a book. Or in a music video  that we have this one thought thats, how I'm supposed to look like. 

As a women our body is our temple. And should not be disrespectful by a man or any men, that calls us a faul name or names.

As a women why can't we lift one or all, of us up. Instead of bashing one another  just to impress,  a guy who really isnt that interest in you, or. To make yourself feel a whole lot better. 

As a women  we are Beautiful, Smart, Goddess,and unique in our own ways.

The end.

Details | Tornique Smith Poem

I See and Hear You

I see you fighting your own battles with your depression.

I see you out here  trying your hardest to stay alive,  on the streets or better yet in your own state of mine.

I see you  standing tall wearing your crown on  straight.

I see you hustling out here trying to make a living in any surt of way, I'm  not mad at you.

I see you  as my best friend and most importantly my love, of my world.

I see you trying to  get through the struggle of everything,  that  has made you this amazing  strong man.

I see you and I'm  here  for you my love  you aren't alone, and never will be alone fighting  your battles,  I'm  yours and you are my mind.

I see you,  I  also hear you  saying that your out here trying to become a better you.

I hear you when you say that you just want me to listen to you. 

I hear you when you say   that you got me/ us.

I hear you when you silently cry into your pillow. 

I hear you when your heart crys out for come and save me, from the demons that you're  facing.

I hear you baeb  I  got you/ us no matter what i believe in you and us.

Details | Tornique Smith Poem

Write My Name

Write my name onto your body so you'll never,forget about me.  On the attachment we've grown for one another.
Write my name on your hand with a smile on your other hand.
Remember that I can make you laugh wherever i,might be. 
Write my name that one  name that brightness up, your day till the next day.
Write my name down because I'm hard to forget, but easy to love.
Write my name in your book of your next,chapter. 
Write my name on the mirrors of your house,  so whenever. You feel lost I'll be,in your thoughts to guide you out of harm. 
Write my name in the history of all history, of staying true to you. 
Write my name on a tree that's in the backyard of, your great  grandparents home. Beside there tree, and your parents tree.
Write my name on a necklace  or on a Rolex.  With my beautiful face  so if you get, lost. You won't be alone I'll be there, to help you out of your own time of thoughts.
Write my name on your napkin and keep it close to, your pocket.

Details | Tornique Smith Poem

What Hurts the Most

What hurts the most is giving all of my love, affection, support  and kindness.  To you thought you'd be different from the last relationships. Instead you are exactly the same  what hurts the most.  Is that i trusted you more then I  shouldn't have I should've, listen to my gut. What hurts the most is that your like my farther.  In so many ways  you never see how this is part of, your fault. And like him you lie your way I told you that I love you, i should've known that  i didn't meant it. Just like you because, what hurts the most. Is being played like a fiddle and your, the con artist.  While I'm on your tip of your fingernails  like an, puppet.  Being maunplutead, abuse, along with exploration  by you. What hurts the most is that I  wanted to be loved, but not like this by a con artist like yourself.