"meaningly" poems - Hello Poetry

Mischievous secrets Softly screamed in my ear Anger surging And racing through me Voices no on else can hear Crying out in my mind Revealing truths Sheding light on shadows Soul cowering in the corner Afraid of everything, everyone People you've hurt before Try to warn me and tell me Exactly what will happen If I say only 3 words Fatal words hurtful words You know of the damage they cause And of the wreckage they bring Yet you say them so meaningly Your trying to hurt me And bring me pain Well you succeeded My heart is slain And I feel a pain Like no other pain And I still tell you I still love you And no matter what I always will And you never will So ***** I spill Because you make me sick Because you think your slick But you're not All this is what runs through me And my mind As I sit here and you tell me This 3 word devastation That I fear, so much I fear As I'm dripping a tear As you softly whisper in my ear I love you dear Tears crystal blue Becasue I know its not true

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Jun 13, 2010

Jun 13, 2010 at 8:10 PM UTC

anthony-moore

Three Word Devastation

Mischievous secrets Softly screamed in my ear Anger surging And racing through me Voices no on else can hear Crying out in my mind Revealing truths Sheding light on shadows Soul cowering in the corner Afraid of everything, everyone People you've hurt before Try to warn me and tell me Exactly what will happen If I say only 3 words Fatal words hurtful words You know of the damage they cause And of the wreckage they bring Yet you say them so meaningly Your trying to hurt me And bring me pain Well you succeeded My heart is slain And I feel a pain Like no other pain And I still tell you I still love you And no matter what I always will And you never will So ***** I spill Because you make me sick Because you think your slick But you're not All this is what runs through me And my mind As I sit here and you tell me This 3 word devastation That I fear, so much I fear As I'm dripping a tear As you softly whisper in my ear I love you dear Tears crystal blue Becasue I know its not true

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It had been the longest summer of longing in my not so long life I had imagined how you would feel from our ever so innocent beginnings, I was in his car the late august air brushing stray hairs from behind my ear softly on to my cheeks the air like slow warm breaths with undertones of the promised september chill. In the space of forty five minutes I had counted fifteen red cars in the wing mirror. everything in this long wednesday seemed as futile as the war poems in the anthology with the sunset on the cover similarly filtered and dissected to try and extrapolate some kind of meaningless meaning to meaningly satisfy the means which I know full well I do not mean.

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Apr 13, 2017

Apr 13, 2017 at 7:51 PM UTC

anna-houghton

mean median mode

It had been the longest summer of longing in my not so long life I had imagined how you would feel from our ever so innocent beginnings, I was in his car the late august air brushing stray hairs from behind my ear softly on to my cheeks the air like slow warm breaths with undertones of the promised september chill. In the space of forty five minutes I had counted fifteen red cars in the wing mirror. everything in this long wednesday seemed as futile as the war poems in the anthology with the sunset on the cover similarly filtered and dissected to try and extrapolate some kind of meaningless meaning to meaningly satisfy the means which I know full well I do not mean.

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They will find you Where ever you go. You can't hide You can't run. They know where you are, They keep tabs on you. They know what you do, And know who you're with. They know when you cry, When you laugh, When you curse, They just know. They're not there to hurt, They're there to help. You may not think it, But its true. They'll fail you Meaningly, Unintentionally. You just don't know. They'll be there for you. You just don't know. Don't let your fear get in the way. Do all you ever did, Change not a thing. Be who you are, And you'll be just as safe.

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Nov 6, 2012

Nov 6, 2012 at 2:27 PM UTC

briana-nilsen

They

They will find you Where ever you go. You can't hide You can't run. They know where you are, They keep tabs on you. They know what you do, And know who you're with. They know when you cry, When you laugh, When you curse, They just know. They're not there to hurt, They're there to help. You may not think it, But its true. They'll fail you Meaningly, Unintentionally. You just don't know. They'll be there for you. You just don't know. Don't let your fear get in the way. Do all you ever did, Change not a thing. Be who you are, And you'll be just as safe.

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Time is the great healer, I've heard said, it gets easier as you go along. Keep yourself busy, less time to think, others advised, well meaningly I don't doubt. But time has healed nothing, my son, it doesn't get easy at all: neither nights nor days, thinking of you and those dark hours, the last minute scenes, the negligence of those paid to care, and grief's usual wear and tear. Time just consolidates the pain and grief, brings it up close now the numbness has fled, the stark reality bites deep no matter how busy or occupied the head, and the final words scribbled down: your son is dead.

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Sep 18, 2017

Sep 18, 2017 at 3:16 PM UTC

TerryCollett

No Time Healer.

Time is the great healer, I've heard said, it gets easier as you go along. Keep yourself busy, less time to think, others advised, well meaningly I don't doubt. But time has healed nothing, my son, it doesn't get easy at all: neither nights nor days, thinking of you and those dark hours, the last minute scenes, the negligence of those paid to care, and grief's usual wear and tear. Time just consolidates the pain and grief, brings it up close now the numbness has fled, the stark reality bites deep no matter how busy or occupied the head, and the final words scribbled down: your son is dead.

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