Tag Archives: PAIN
Read Poetry: PAIN, by Carmen Silva
Category: Pain Drown, drown, drown in pain As it floats out of my own soul; Deep, deep, deep down into the earth it goes As it pours out my mouth as overflows. Deep, deep, deep my fingers dig the ground As I try burying the hurt; Choke, choke, choke with the dirt, myself can’t breathe As too deep down I go, I go, I go. By Carmen Silva Written Nov. 1st, 2017 Email: carmensilva@yahoo.com Twitter: @Carmen_Silva2 IG: @carmen_silva_actress Website: carmensilva.net
CONFIDING, Poetry by Isabella Destrades
Genres: Life, Reflection, Dreams, Introspection, Pain, Living, Contemplation. She laid down on the carpet in the living room because she wanted to understand… It wasn’t that she didn’t know what was happening or why she was feeling … Continue reading
Oberon, Poetry by Robin Goodfellow
Genre: Pain, Life — Unborn leaves dance to sounds of a bell’s hymnals, echoing through May Day’s eve. Amongst the light-rilled mist and through the golden pavement, upon a shore of stained glass sat the shadow of a man, whose … Continue reading
YEARNING, Poetry by Kapil Joshi
GENRE: DESPAIR, LOVE, LIFE, LONGING,PAINFUL, RELATIONSHIPS YEARNING by Kapil Joshi a long cherished dream perceived,protected through fallacies of perception… protected,perceived by the walls raised through the fallacies of a dumb mind…. an enemy and a friend at the same time embracing … Continue reading
YESTERDAY, TODAY, TOMORROW, Poetry by Eve Noel
Genre: DARK, PAINFUL, HOPE YESTERDAY, TODAY, TOMORROW by Eve Noel His eyes are ocean blue, wide with excitement. He loved me. He cherished me. He laughed with me. Wanting to touch his new friend. I hunger for him. His … Continue reading
Bitter-Sweet, Poetry by Angel Victoria
Genre: Love, Pain, Sad, Romantic, Friendship, Hurt Bitter-Sweet by Angel Victoria Never thought that I’d fall for you Though I kind of wish that I didn’t knew Cause I know you won’t ever look my way And it pains me … Continue reading
The Ultimate Misunderstanding, Poetry by Stephanie Marie
I could never seem to grasp the concept of a parent disregarding the life of their very offspring. What could possibly be so enticing that one feels the need to abandon such a personal creation of art? Continue reading
