"abondoned" poems - Hello Poetry

how many times did we come here with the intention of never leaving the car. and now i'm here staring out at the abondoned building we called our home. and i wish you were here just to hold my hand.

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Jan 21, 2015

Jan 21, 2015 at 12:02 PM UTC

harlee-kae

woodlawn st.

how many times did we come here with the intention of never leaving the car. and now i'm here staring out at the abondoned building we called our home. and i wish you were here just to hold my hand.

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Cheers to those who loudly scream, but are turned a deaf ear to. Cheers to those who patiently beg for concern, yet are turned a blind eye to. Cheers to those whose hearts are broken and ache in silence. Cheers to those having no more tears to cry nor a heart left to suffer. Cheers to those whose life ***** and smile, though. Cheers to those who love deeply, and aren't loved back. Cheers to those who keep stumbling, and getting back on their feet. Cheers to those whose days are alike, yet they are used to them. Cheers to those who are in constant search of something they have no clue about. Cheers to those having their faces buried through their phones day and night. Cheers to those who are always aimelessly wandering. Cheers to the poor who still believe that money doesn't create happiness. Cheers to those who keep failing, and never surrender, and cheers to those who surrendered as well. Cheers to those promising and never keep their promises. Cheers to those trying their best to find a way out of their misery, and never succeed. Cheers to those seeking attention, and never get it. Cheers to those who appear strong publically, and lose that strength in private. Cheers to those who fear, but always claim bravery. Cheers to those desiring to change their lives, and have no idea how or where to begin. Cheers to those undergoing hardships, and expect no aid. Cheers to those who are lost and await no one's guide. Cheers to those who vow to leave, and never dare to depart. Cheers to those who have been abondoned, and left behind for no reason. Cheers to those who never lose faith, no matter what, and cheers also to those who've failed keeping it... Rachid Oulamine

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Mar 17, 2018

Mar 17, 2018 at 7:43 AM UTC

little children are abondoned by thier parents, left to raise each other on their own, learn to survive in the streets, forced to live under the influence of drugs and earn a living from mugging. Mothers forced to labour with children on thier backs, they rather sleep with empty stomachs sacrifising only for their children. Man begging for food,they nolonger know how to give. They wear shreaded clothes and survive from the tiny bread crumps thrown into trash cans. They sleep under the fierce weathers, the wind cutting through thier skin and all that keep them warm is plastic bags. What ever happened to my country is surely brutal South Africa can never be the same again unless we change it.

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Apr 12, 2015

Apr 12, 2015 at 5:08 PM UTC

nolwazijoubert

the poverty within my country

little children are abondoned by thier parents, left to raise each other on their own, learn to survive in the streets, forced to live under the influence of drugs and earn a living from mugging. Mothers forced to labour with children on thier backs, they rather sleep with empty stomachs sacrifising only for their children. Man begging for food,they nolonger know how to give. They wear shreaded clothes and survive from the tiny bread crumps thrown into trash cans. They sleep under the fierce weathers, the wind cutting through thier skin and all that keep them warm is plastic bags. What ever happened to my country is surely brutal South Africa can never be the same again unless we change it.

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Weep no more my child I can see your eyes worn out with wailing Your heart bursting with argony And an exhaustion of hopelessness dwelling upon you Weep no more my child For I knew upon my death You would be shattered within Floating in a river of unanswered questions Crashed by waves of regret and sorrow Looking for a way to make it all stop Perhaps hope to wake up And realize it was just another dreadful nightmare Weep no more my child There is nothing more you could have done To stop the jaws of death From claiming my life For my time had come But I depart with overwhelming joy and satisfaction Knowing you were there up to the very end Weep no more my child For I made sure you could stand on your own Am confident the strong person I've groomed you to be Can face the tides and storms of this world And the morals I've instilled in you Will see you through all things Weep no more my child For you're not abondoned Even though they now consider you an orphan For through your character and every aspect of your life Am visible to those who can't see me And within your heart I'll forever live What a beautiful place to stay! Weep no more my child In you am alive I feel my blood running through your veins My strength radiant in your muscles I see my courage in everything you do And in your reflection I see myself So weep no more my child For am still here within your own self.

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Nov 21, 2017

Nov 21, 2017 at 4:56 AM UTC

kaggwa-nantongo-josephine

WEEP NO MORE MY CHILD

Weep no more my child I can see your eyes worn out with wailing Your heart bursting with argony And an exhaustion of hopelessness dwelling upon you Weep no more my child For I knew upon my death You would be shattered within Floating in a river of unanswered questions Crashed by waves of regret and sorrow Looking for a way to make it all stop Perhaps hope to wake up And realize it was just another dreadful nightmare Weep no more my child There is nothing more you could have done To stop the jaws of death From claiming my life For my time had come But I depart with overwhelming joy and satisfaction Knowing you were there up to the very end Weep no more my child For I made sure you could stand on your own Am confident the strong person I've groomed you to be Can face the tides and storms of this world And the morals I've instilled in you Will see you through all things Weep no more my child For you're not abondoned Even though they now consider you an orphan For through your character and every aspect of your life Am visible to those who can't see me And within your heart I'll forever live What a beautiful place to stay! Weep no more my child In you am alive I feel my blood running through your veins My strength radiant in your muscles I see my courage in everything you do And in your reflection I see myself So weep no more my child For am still here within your own self.

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Truths twisted for the conveniece of others all assumed trusts abondoned much invested, non respected much love given but nothing back when will they see how horrible they are when will they see what they have done they know not of any other who has ever done what they have making up stories in their heads and saying it so much to themselves and others that they believe its true phone calls of deception, testimonies of lies framed, defamed and misnamed one little voice believes even in the face of all so knowledgeable one lttle voice knows the truth thank you little voice

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Aug 2, 2012

Aug 2, 2012 at 1:09 PM UTC

faith-rex

Little Voice

Truths twisted for the conveniece of others all assumed trusts abondoned much invested, non respected much love given but nothing back when will they see how horrible they are when will they see what they have done they know not of any other who has ever done what they have making up stories in their heads and saying it so much to themselves and others that they believe its true phone calls of deception, testimonies of lies framed, defamed and misnamed one little voice believes even in the face of all so knowledgeable one lttle voice knows the truth thank you little voice

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Loving him is so **** hard When I don’t know what we are anymore I wish that we could go from the start When everything was free and fun. Smoking till I couldn’t walk Lying in the car with him As we waited for the others The days when I was his doll And everything I did he thought was adorable. Now all that is abondoned I want to regard him with contempt But I can’t I am not that way And I hope that he is not either But I never knew him so I can’t tell I just want to talk to him Have him answer my many questions Tell me why he left But he never will and I will never know I will never be able to talk to him never get the answers from him No matter how much I implore He will never talk to me again. He will talk to her from now on And never to me But I understand and accept this pain It’s better to have her happy than me I was born to suffer in order to allow other’s happiness They are happy And I am not And that is how it is supposed to be And that is how it will always be As a healer I must be the sufferer to know how to heal others And I am learning that I was never meant to have him He was a lesson that strengthened my belief That I’m destined for solitude and exempt from intimacy

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Oct 26, 2014

Oct 26, 2014 at 9:09 PM UTC

hope-marie-ross

Destined for Solitude

Loving him is so **** hard When I don’t know what we are anymore I wish that we could go from the start When everything was free and fun. Smoking till I couldn’t walk Lying in the car with him As we waited for the others The days when I was his doll And everything I did he thought was adorable. Now all that is abondoned I want to regard him with contempt But I can’t I am not that way And I hope that he is not either But I never knew him so I can’t tell I just want to talk to him Have him answer my many questions Tell me why he left But he never will and I will never know I will never be able to talk to him never get the answers from him No matter how much I implore He will never talk to me again. He will talk to her from now on And never to me But I understand and accept this pain It’s better to have her happy than me I was born to suffer in order to allow other’s happiness They are happy And I am not And that is how it is supposed to be And that is how it will always be As a healer I must be the sufferer to know how to heal others And I am learning that I was never meant to have him He was a lesson that strengthened my belief That I’m destined for solitude and exempt from intimacy

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Just watching to see Just coming to breath Just listening to be Just living to explore What is behind that shore? Each moment brand-new For me and for you All roadmaps abondoned I am on my own Being guided by NOW Seeing what's gonna show.

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Apr 28, 2025

Apr 28, 2025 at 11:54 AM UTC

silvervi

Just now

Just watching to see Just coming to breath Just listening to be Just living to explore What is behind that shore? Each moment brand-new For me and for you All roadmaps abondoned I am on my own Being guided by NOW Seeing what's gonna show.

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So many hurries .. So many worries. So many notion.. None can console my emotion. *Feeling tired and hurt.. No one look at me I detect. Difference of one day.. Till day before yesterday.* People were suppose close to me.. Now don’t find way around me. Till yesterday they do not hesitate to meet.. Now with cold handed come to greet. *Every one looks up without any expectation.. Keeping mum, so many emotions. To see people passing by.. Bare mind wish to cry.* So many hope all tentative.. Some positive mostly negative. May be i am like a used piece of paper.. Zigzag lines twisted taper. x-x-x-x ©deovrat 'अयन' 01.08.2014

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Aug 1, 2014

Aug 1, 2014 at 8:09 AM UTC

deovrat

Abondoned

So many hurries .. So many worries. So many notion.. None can console my emotion. *Feeling tired and hurt.. No one look at me I detect. Difference of one day.. Till day before yesterday.* People were suppose close to me.. Now don’t find way around me. Till yesterday they do not hesitate to meet.. Now with cold handed come to greet. *Every one looks up without any expectation.. Keeping mum, so many emotions. To see people passing by.. Bare mind wish to cry.* So many hope all tentative.. Some positive mostly negative. May be i am like a used piece of paper.. Zigzag lines twisted taper. x-x-x-x ©deovrat 'अयन' 01.08.2014

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. A week in my mind, My body carelessly toured My home And the world through a screen. I have been acting a moth on a wall Repelling any movements, An itch on my nose Or a flutter of my devilish wings. I drifted through the rooms, Making a few grunts in response, Words typed into measured boxes, And my eyes cast down. But on my wings, Were two massive hidden eyes Dressed as black spots, Almost as if they were torn holes. So things I saw, I overheard, I observed And I scoffed at- Two little glowing suns Blinding, lay in a pile of meat. Two little birds That never got wings. A digital document Defining accomplishments of my life, One big lie I can't seem to correct. One platform lined with A millions dreams and secrets spilled. That shuts down Comes up but the dreams are tired. One big assembly of happy feets A roar of laughter at me. An hour of lesson will be forgotten, I was a case study. One small group of broken souls And delusional hearts To keep up my past, I abondoned. One thin book Parted in the middle, Upside down I can't seem to finish. Two sore legs And heavy thighs, Chipped off nails In an attempt to shed. Given up ideas on paper Stacked inside a drawer. Dried off paint, Major white spaces. A swollen sky, A blistering land, Wilted plants. Rain since morning today. An unmed bed, Pile of shirts in the chair, Wires tangled on two tables. A corner left to sit. One dear friend, Some unsaid words. (I am a mess) No point made (?)

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Jun 13, 2017

Jun 13, 2017 at 4:55 AM UTC

shanath

Miscellaneous

. A week in my mind, My body carelessly toured My home And the world through a screen. I have been acting a moth on a wall Repelling any movements, An itch on my nose Or a flutter of my devilish wings. I drifted through the rooms, Making a few grunts in response, Words typed into measured boxes, And my eyes cast down. But on my wings, Were two massive hidden eyes Dressed as black spots, Almost as if they were torn holes. So things I saw, I overheard, I observed And I scoffed at- Two little glowing suns Blinding, lay in a pile of meat. Two little birds That never got wings. A digital document Defining accomplishments of my life, One big lie I can't seem to correct. One platform lined with A millions dreams and secrets spilled. That shuts down Comes up but the dreams are tired. One big assembly of happy feets A roar of laughter at me. An hour of lesson will be forgotten, I was a case study. One small group of broken souls And delusional hearts To keep up my past, I abondoned. One thin book Parted in the middle, Upside down I can't seem to finish. Two sore legs And heavy thighs, Chipped off nails In an attempt to shed. Given up ideas on paper Stacked inside a drawer. Dried off paint, Major white spaces. A swollen sky, A blistering land, Wilted plants. Rain since morning today. An unmed bed, Pile of shirts in the chair, Wires tangled on two tables. A corner left to sit. One dear friend, Some unsaid words. (I am a mess) No point made (?)

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Ocean of sounds, lights are forever, Gods, are forgotten, while man, is forever, like a lost letter, like an abondoned car, like a kiss, like her eyes, that Sailors and jail keepers, carve her image, onto wood, Ocean of thoughts, storm of eyes, palm of hope, palm of destiny, as we all, sigh, reminiscing.

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Feb 6, 2013

Feb 6, 2013 at 5:34 PM UTC

savio

written by wine and cigarettes

Ocean of sounds, lights are forever, Gods, are forgotten, while man, is forever, like a lost letter, like an abondoned car, like a kiss, like her eyes, that Sailors and jail keepers, carve her image, onto wood, Ocean of thoughts, storm of eyes, palm of hope, palm of destiny, as we all, sigh, reminiscing.

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Pictures frolic like wild horses Painting portraits in the distance of human touch and raining luck I came across a satellite, Abondoned from telecom and burned to pieces The atmosphere shaped the light blinding circumstances Causing jewels of denial I’m on my way to lonely death The way the noose and Juice call for acceptance For not long this craving Is waiting to escape These thoughts traverse circles Of wild red woods admitting their age

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Jul 1, 2018

Jul 1, 2018 at 1:32 AM UTC

_trf

the jewels of denial

Pictures frolic like wild horses Painting portraits in the distance of human touch and raining luck I came across a satellite, Abondoned from telecom and burned to pieces The atmosphere shaped the light blinding circumstances Causing jewels of denial I’m on my way to lonely death The way the noose and Juice call for acceptance For not long this craving Is waiting to escape These thoughts traverse circles Of wild red woods admitting their age

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Inhale Exhale I watch you as you walk with your shoulders and your head held high So much confidence you leave in your footsteps the smile you give to the world and the 'Feeling' you leave with people in your absence I hear the way you speak, Your deep baritone with so wisdom in your voice like you've been living on the earth for 100 years instead of 18 You didn't think Id notice but when you were walking I saw the falter in your step, The way your head kind of sunk low and you walked as if you had the weight of the world on your shoulders Instead of confidence in your footsteps I saw the cigarettes in yours tracks leading to the abondoned shack where you scream your suffering to the world, I remember hearing you speak to the people and they heard a smart man speaking but I heard a man who was confused and scared that he might not make it to see the next day, You've been living on this cruel cruel world for 18 years but you wished that you haven't witnessed not even 1, Your sad, your scared, your hopeless but your not alone. Oh sweet sweet boy, how you thought you tricked the world.

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Apr 5, 2015

Apr 5, 2015 at 5:45 PM UTC

insane

Untitled

Inhale Exhale I watch you as you walk with your shoulders and your head held high So much confidence you leave in your footsteps the smile you give to the world and the 'Feeling' you leave with people in your absence I hear the way you speak, Your deep baritone with so wisdom in your voice like you've been living on the earth for 100 years instead of 18 You didn't think Id notice but when you were walking I saw the falter in your step, The way your head kind of sunk low and you walked as if you had the weight of the world on your shoulders Instead of confidence in your footsteps I saw the cigarettes in yours tracks leading to the abondoned shack where you scream your suffering to the world, I remember hearing you speak to the people and they heard a smart man speaking but I heard a man who was confused and scared that he might not make it to see the next day, You've been living on this cruel cruel world for 18 years but you wished that you haven't witnessed not even 1, Your sad, your scared, your hopeless but your not alone. Oh sweet sweet boy, how you thought you tricked the world.

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