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Amanda Broomhall Poem
Alone.
Silence fills the lonely particles that surround me.
The whispers of the wind fill the void of the fallow surroundings.
I call out to you, you push me away.
I stand here with my arms empty.
I call for the comforts of a friend.
But you are not there.
One of the only true friends that I desperately needed, is no longer wanting me.
But I pretend not to care; I put on my fake smile hoping that one day it will become real.
But the way things are now, my heart is shattered, my happiness destroyed.
You continue to be happy without me, as I am left in the dark to try and fend for myself.
The hurtful company of lonely voices call out to me, so I silently accept its sweet
embrace.
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Amanda Broomhall Poem
Please look me in my eyes filled with tears
What are you hiding from me, my love?
You're looking down sobbing, my dear
My heart is hurting like an injured dove
Your shame is intensely scaring me
But I am trying not to hurt
And thinking we may no longer be "we"
Feels like you're stomping my heart in the dirt
Please tell me!! The suspense is killing my heart!
You whisper the words, and I put out a whole bunch of whys
What you just told me, shattered and tore me apart
Now I understand your averted eyes
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Amanda Broomhall Poem
Warmth. The sunshine radiating on my caramel brown skin. The gentle breeze
caressing my body so tenderly that I feel like I could soar. The sand penetrating the
cracks of my pruned toes.
Oh how I love summer!
The way the salty waves roll, crashing against the shore with its rabid foam. The
way the summer air seems to awaken the season of romance. The bright hues of
the sun setting over the glistening waters of the Earth's swimming pool. The palm
trees shading two lovers making memories, the sun dimming as if to give them
privacy.
Oh how I love summer!
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Amanda Broomhall Poem
Pain. Sadness. Happiness. Excitment. Shock. Hate. Love.
Emotionless from being broken down all these years.
I Smile to show everyone that I'm ok.
I pretend to be happy... but the truth is, I don't know what I feel.
I don't feel anything.
You look at me, I look at you.
You love me, but I don't know what love is.
People have told me that they loved me all their life.
But does love mean you abandon and forget about me.
Love him!
Hold him!
My heart screams for attention.
But my mind, it won't hear what my heart is pleading for.
All it hears is NO!!
Don't get hurt!
Do NOT let someone get close to you!
And that is all that I hear.
I am the follower of the mind, I refuse to let someone near my heart.
My mind always conquers at chasing people away.
In the end, I am alone.
And safe.
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Amanda Broomhall Poem
I can't trust you
You always seem to hurt me
You can see it too
We weren't ment to be
You were pleading
Begging on your knees
My heart is bleeding
But I am the only one who sees
It's like a shot to my heart
I feel like I'm under attack
If we aren't to be apart
Give me a reason to take you back
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Amanda Broomhall Poem
See my face.
The swollen eyes, the raging tears. Your deadly words are my greatest fears. You
spit them in my face like one does to the rotting hell-bound earth; your violent arms
thrash me against the wall to prove of my deficient worth. My hateful eyes see only
you, your words like venom that poison what’s true. Your tainted hands have
touched my heart. And now forever broken, to always be apart. You dirty, rotten
man! Touch me one more time!! See what will happen, because you will never be
mine.
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Amanda Broomhall Poem
I am like a free spirit.
My soul twists and tangles like the wind weaving through an endless meadow.
It gallops across the never ending memories of my fate.
My spirit rumbles strong as thunder rolling in a storm-filled night.
It leaps into the air alongside the flopping fish going upstream.
And through a rainbow, with its colorful spectrum of dazzling light.
My wild spirit bounces off the walls of my imagination.
The words scrambling on a page like a sugar rush.
My free spirit allows me to transform anything into something
beautiful, breathtaking, awe inspiring. I am free.
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Amanda Broomhall Poem
My eyes have seen the unimaginable
So horrible that they've kept me up for weeks
The whispers and screams of a loved one
The child's tears stream down, resulting a weep
Running to grab an outstretched arm
Only to fail and fall to your death
Screaming for one who will not come
And dying as you breathe your last breath
Knowing that you will never be loved
And you wear your heart on your sleeve
And only to be take advantage of
While you die inside as you watch them leave
None has felt a pain like this
And no one will ever know
How painful this life lesson is
To not let emotions show
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When we get older, weak and grey
We will look back upon the day
When we were young and full of spring
An oh the happiness it will bring
All of the memories, but the most precious yet
Was the very first day that you and I met
You were too shy to even hold my hand
And we would both look down, as we walked in the sand
At that night, you kept staring right at my lips
You kissed my so gently while grabbing my hips
The night could not hide your cheeks full of red
The light in your eyes was strong enough to raise the dead
My dear, I will always know that I love you
You were the very first true love that i knew
And till the end of time I will always say
That our memories and past, make us who we are today.
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There must be something wrong with me
I can't breath
I can't think
I can't sleep
Nor can I get you out of my head!
When someone says your name
My stomach knots
My heart aches
My mind daydreams
When you're mentioned, it's overwheming!
I always seem to be smiling when
I think of you
I'm next to you
I text you
I just love this wonderful joy!
But more than anything in the world
I love you!
I love you!
I love you!
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