"enrooted" poems - Hello Poetry

You made me feel so desperate, I was just the girl who wanted to live a simple life, Fall in love, Have kids, Settle down. You came- and showed me things I could have never envisioned, You- made me dream, You- lifted me up the chair I was stuck onto, You- showed me the world that lived out of the little cubicle I was trapped in, You- showed me the kind of love that made me feel light, Thanks to the butterflies you caught in my tummy. You- showed me love, Then, You- snatched it away But, But, you snatched your love away, Mine is still enrooted within me, My feelings, My desperateness, My dreams, All of it is hovering- in the new cubicle you have locked me in. I’m suffocating, I can’t breathe without your love, Despite it being completely bogus. You have made me weak, Weaker than ever, Who gave you the power to make me weak? Then I realised, It was me, It was me who gave you the power, I- let you in, I- accepted the ‘love’ you offered, I- let you haul me out of that dark cubicle I felt less vulnerable in. I let you destroy me.

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Jan 30, 2017

Jan 30, 2017 at 10:07 AM UTC

Ashwarya

POWER TO DESTROY ME

You made me feel so desperate, I was just the girl who wanted to live a simple life, Fall in love, Have kids, Settle down. You came- and showed me things I could have never envisioned, You- made me dream, You- lifted me up the chair I was stuck onto, You- showed me the world that lived out of the little cubicle I was trapped in, You- showed me the kind of love that made me feel light, Thanks to the butterflies you caught in my tummy. You- showed me love, Then, You- snatched it away But, But, you snatched your love away, Mine is still enrooted within me, My feelings, My desperateness, My dreams, All of it is hovering- in the new cubicle you have locked me in. I’m suffocating, I can’t breathe without your love, Despite it being completely bogus. You have made me weak, Weaker than ever, Who gave you the power to make me weak? Then I realised, It was me, It was me who gave you the power, I- let you in, I- accepted the ‘love’ you offered, I- let you haul me out of that dark cubicle I felt less vulnerable in. I let you destroy me.

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All nutrients stopped our connection is lost, dead flowers on show it's cost has grown old. The shell still shines but insides seem so rotten, are problems afoot now foundations have gone? Invested energy transferred in a team to entertain, the state of fans patience often the last to remain, others in charge soon slip down to be replaced. Restrictions enrooted are cause for concern, training affirmed to restart from step one, whilst some mistakes are made to be learnt from. The clarity of a curtain call can affect us all, when feeling the woe at the end of this game, no one likes to be played with in poor taste.

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Nov 12, 2021

Nov 12, 2021 at 11:10 AM UTC

PoeticTetra

Severance

All nutrients stopped our connection is lost, dead flowers on show it's cost has grown old. The shell still shines but insides seem so rotten, are problems afoot now foundations have gone? Invested energy transferred in a team to entertain, the state of fans patience often the last to remain, others in charge soon slip down to be replaced. Restrictions enrooted are cause for concern, training affirmed to restart from step one, whilst some mistakes are made to be learnt from. The clarity of a curtain call can affect us all, when feeling the woe at the end of this game, no one likes to be played with in poor taste.

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I could write a million words about a failed family Tons of poetry could be composed Describing the hurt Telling the challenges Explaining life growing up in an environment where the enemy is your family This however ain't that Poetry It's me writting about a lovely childhood The waves of bar beach Parents laughter with love in their eyes Esther scared of the horses and typically every animal or insect The burial events we organised for our rats Shifted responsibilities in the midnight hours Dad always making my recipe for my daily bed-wetting The journeys to new states Mom's baking Mom's absence ****** movies we had access to Mom's presence being like Santa's coming Many starvations The candy i asked from Dad after 1yr of separation Dad's smile weak and tainted by sad wrinkles The wolves in sheep clothings How they took advantage Karma stricking; yeah it goes round Loosing the family again Brutality enforced by siblings Hatred deeply enrooted Life's too much of a ***** Try as you may:the worst memories are ever so glaring Being oblivious to the obvious truth: thats the escape route To hell with forgiveness To hell with rising above To hell with fantasies My demons made me fabulous.

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Aug 3, 2016

Aug 3, 2016 at 11:55 AM UTC

samuels-jedidiah

Truthfully

I could write a million words about a failed family Tons of poetry could be composed Describing the hurt Telling the challenges Explaining life growing up in an environment where the enemy is your family This however ain't that Poetry It's me writting about a lovely childhood The waves of bar beach Parents laughter with love in their eyes Esther scared of the horses and typically every animal or insect The burial events we organised for our rats Shifted responsibilities in the midnight hours Dad always making my recipe for my daily bed-wetting The journeys to new states Mom's baking Mom's absence ****** movies we had access to Mom's presence being like Santa's coming Many starvations The candy i asked from Dad after 1yr of separation Dad's smile weak and tainted by sad wrinkles The wolves in sheep clothings How they took advantage Karma stricking; yeah it goes round Loosing the family again Brutality enforced by siblings Hatred deeply enrooted Life's too much of a ***** Try as you may:the worst memories are ever so glaring Being oblivious to the obvious truth: thats the escape route To hell with forgiveness To hell with rising above To hell with fantasies My demons made me fabulous.

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From a cold breeze blows Unforgiving of the little flower Catching hold strangling the life Keeping abreeze Evermore alone Drifting seamlessly endlessly Understanding the flower will never be again enrooted Pieces slowly fall and the cold breeze blows it all away

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Mar 21, 2015

Mar 21, 2015 at 10:59 PM UTC

chris-7

its all ruined now

From a cold breeze blows Unforgiving of the little flower Catching hold strangling the life Keeping abreeze Evermore alone Drifting seamlessly endlessly Understanding the flower will never be again enrooted Pieces slowly fall and the cold breeze blows it all away

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She is imbicile Infertile, And still holding onto hope Of calling back With all sorrows aside With all memories she hides! Staring in the dark night At full blown moon She silently cries! And She!, she is like a green land Fertilized, Cultivated by rich sand... Still sitting far in the corner Looking at the same full blown moon She thinking of her desperations of separation Eating her from inside, A detachment that her sand did not find in her seeds, And this repulsion, Between land and seed Has enrooted deep Withinn her deprived soul, Still being fertile! Womb has nothing to do with love Its like a wild sprout That grows by itself!!

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Sep 14, 2017

Sep 14, 2017 at 6:38 AM UTC

hira-malik

Comparison!

She is imbicile Infertile, And still holding onto hope Of calling back With all sorrows aside With all memories she hides! Staring in the dark night At full blown moon She silently cries! And She!, she is like a green land Fertilized, Cultivated by rich sand... Still sitting far in the corner Looking at the same full blown moon She thinking of her desperations of separation Eating her from inside, A detachment that her sand did not find in her seeds, And this repulsion, Between land and seed Has enrooted deep Withinn her deprived soul, Still being fertile! Womb has nothing to do with love Its like a wild sprout That grows by itself!!

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With a saddened grim on her face She opened her eyes from the last tiring night It was heavy in sleep, burdened dreams So many desires, leaping their last breath of faith! Many nights like last night, many dreams dark bright, And they have secured their place in this tiresome attire!! I see, my heart has many spaces For love of different sprouts Seeds of these different kinds have occupied the broken and , some closed doors And windows open and shut at different tyms! This heart, a swollen ****** heart Seeks through these half opened windows A bright sun, with rays shining like a golden armour! I have beseeched every part with the utmost love And now the plants have turned into strong doves, Enrooted deep in my blood! May be, after years of turmoil Few broken windows will be stolen And others repaired And the nights will be nomore enchroaching And my demons will not take last leap of faith And, Might be ill beleive the fact That LOVE DO EXIST!!

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Sep 12, 2017

Sep 12, 2017 at 3:09 PM UTC

hira-malik

Windows of my heart!

With a saddened grim on her face She opened her eyes from the last tiring night It was heavy in sleep, burdened dreams So many desires, leaping their last breath of faith! Many nights like last night, many dreams dark bright, And they have secured their place in this tiresome attire!! I see, my heart has many spaces For love of different sprouts Seeds of these different kinds have occupied the broken and , some closed doors And windows open and shut at different tyms! This heart, a swollen ****** heart Seeks through these half opened windows A bright sun, with rays shining like a golden armour! I have beseeched every part with the utmost love And now the plants have turned into strong doves, Enrooted deep in my blood! May be, after years of turmoil Few broken windows will be stolen And others repaired And the nights will be nomore enchroaching And my demons will not take last leap of faith And, Might be ill beleive the fact That LOVE DO EXIST!!

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