"pooring" poems
Your flushed down the drain
Your heart is in pain
Is it right to end it
Can I live with hurting the one I always thought she was mine
Losing my mind and becoming insane
Is this the way the go
The heart is wounded so deep that it can't be mended
Blood pooring from my veins and it's getting hard to breath
I am drowning in the deep sea and can't Seem to reach the surface.
Depression has taken over me and there is no fighting it now .
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 4:05 AM UTC
What it feels like to od
Your mind is screaming, fingers fumbling
You poor down the pills
Throat burning, but all you can think about is pooring down more
***** covers your body
Everything shaking, spinning, darking
You lose focus on everything but the white, red, and blue pills
almost patriotic
The ***** dosen't stop
you try to keep it down, but it burns it way up and out
Soon whole pills come up
this just makes you more determined to swallow more
You just want it to end, no matter the pain
Hearing gunshots out your window, wishing it was you
Layng there, weak, covered in your own *****
then suddenly dog barking EMTs running through the house shining a Flash light in your face,
Screaming "what did you take!"
blank stare, mind too foggy
again "what did you take!"
mind reeling, stomach lurching, vomiting
screaming again
"*Into the bag. ***** into to the bag, we need to analize it*"
****** into and amulance
you're too young, you're too young, you're too...
black out
Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 5:14 PM UTC
i sit in the passenger side of my dads old beat up chevy. it's early october and the rain is pooring down hard, i will be 18 soon. my fathers eyes widen and he stretches out his neck as we stumble upon a burning building. "looks like there must have been some kind of accident." he says sympatheticly. there are fire trucks and ambulances. people surround the building in tears, some wrapped up in blankets, and some hugging one another. but there is one woman who looks very lost, and out of place. she stares up at the building in confusion. her hair is very long and itlooks as if she hasnt brushed it in weeks. her skin is very pail and she wears a pink nightgown, covered in flowers. she looks very feeble and fragile, and as if she might be in her laight 80s. "she didnt make it" someone in the crowd crys out. the woman stands out, like she's in a fog. and the crowd doesnt even notice her presence as they console one another. the woman turns and looks at me and my father as we slowly drive by. her stare is eerie and unsettling. something about her presence makes my heart feel heavy. and i can't seem to shake the feeling even after she is nolonger in sight. i look back at her, and she's still watching me. i raise an eyebrow and turn my head back around and sigh. "how terrible."
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 6:32 PM UTC
Stephen baby, as we walked the shore.
We talked about many things,
but i didn't say half what i planned on.
You always treat me like everything is good about me.
You always say that there is something worth looking for.
Stephen baby, when i look in your eyes,
There is just something about them that show the truth.
I want to kiss you in the pooring rain,
Kissing you is like the world stops.
Stephen baby, You make me smile every second.
When you grad the back of my head kissing, i feel something different.
When you look at me i feel wanted and needed.
When i say your name...i just can't believe your mine.
Stephen baby, when i think about the 6 months we have.
I know they will be the best moments of my life.
When i think of us together, it's pretty unbelievable.
When i think, im the one that gets to kiss you.
I get butterflies.
I know i'm the luckiest girl in the world (:
Stephen baby,
your mine, i'm yours.
Stephen baby.
Jan 27, 2011
Jan 27, 2011 at 1:33 PM UTC
She lays on the Street,
Crying out for her love,
Her man is gone,
all because of her.
She now lives in sorrow,
everyday a new pain,
always Tears from the Clouds,
pooring down like rain.
But she can't take it anymore,
her life seems pointless,
how she ever made it this far,
was because of her man.
Everynight she dreams,
of that dreadful memory,
The Angel of Darkness,
taking her man away.
Pale as a Ghost,
she stares at her reflection,
thinking of how happy they were,
before their separation.
She visits the night,
when they had the fight,
A body laying in the street,
with her at his feet.
She awoke that morning,
a cold day,
rain endlessly pooring,
by herself she remains.
She visits his grave,
always saying she is sorry,
when she then notices,
A cross bearing her name.
Dec 7, 2011
Dec 7, 2011 at 12:14 AM UTC
Face to face, we sit here, knowing full well what the future holds for us. We sit here, with both our minds racing, finding it hard to catch thoughts to place on our tounges and roll out as if this is easy. This is the hardest thing ive ever done. With sorrow drowning our eyes and thoughts projecting through mine, I know where we'll end up. I know that no matter what I say or do, I cant fix anything and that leaves me broken down, waving the white flag in defeat as the rain starts pooring down my face. Youre here infront of me, but youre gone. We take eachother into one anothers arms for one last time, detangling our hearts string from string. My arms are empty again. I look down at them, just to make sure my eyes arent deceiving me. But its the truth, youre gone and im see-through. These earthquakes turn to sunamis and these plains crash until the very last one has bursted into flames, causing nothing but a disaster inside of me. You've left your mark on not only my heart, but my skin as well and once these marks are gone, im left with nothing but these memories and an abandoned house for a heart.
(c)SeanaseaWallen 2010
Jun 9, 2011
Jun 9, 2011 at 7:18 AM UTC
You don't know what's going on in my head.
I could be plotting my suicide,
Or dancing on rainbows.
I could be running away from myself,
Or playing with a fuzzy dog.
I could be crying in the pooring rain,
Or singing under warm sunshine.
You'll never know what's going on in my head,
You never even ask.
Even if you did ask,
I wouldn't know how to answer you.
Some days are better than others,
Some days are worse.
Some days I feel nothing,
Some days I feel love and happiness.
No matter what day it is,
I'll never be able to answer your never asked question,
Even if you decide to ask it one day.
Aug 8, 2016
Aug 8, 2016 at 8:44 PM UTC
He was a sunday evening sunset
He was the song of early morning birds
He was the light shining through windows in morning hush
He was the breath taking moments of life
&
I was the pooring rain on a friday night
I was the hushed tones of voices that carried throught darkness
I was the ocean with its constant crashing waves
I was the horrible scream of silence surrounded by a crowded room
His life was to beautiful to love a sad dark world like mine.
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 1:20 AM UTC
The soothing sound of the rain
Going drip
Drop
Drip
Drop
To cleanse the streets
Making puddles anew
To kids splashing
Adults kissing
The smell so beautiful
Candles cannot compare
With lightening strikes
And thunder booming like the bass drum with a constant beat
That a song begins to play
Hours go by
The moon begins to rise
The pooring rain
And booming thunder
Helps me to drift off into my dreams
Mar 26, 2018
Mar 26, 2018 at 11:09 PM UTC
If I walk outside right now
The sun would have no issues
Shining down on my back
Like I was being carried by the sun
Felt like I didn't have to walk on my own anymore
I could let the flow of the wind just take me for a ride
Feel the air run through my hair and take my breathe away
Wow now I'm next to a tornado
The wind is blowing harder and harder
Now I can't stand on my own two feet anymore
Im being thrown into things
Cars, houses, and big *** buildings
I can't control or see anything I'm just flying in a never ending circle that can't be stopped
There's too much dust in my eye
I wipe it away
I can't see 5 ft into distance
I'm sitting in the middle of street
no houses or life to be
I'm telling you this not him
Remember
He can't see
The rain is pooring to hard
£££~~~~~work in progress~~~~~£££
Nov 4, 2018
Nov 4, 2018 at 3:54 PM UTC
warm september breeze
feeling so
close
now leaves are falling
pooring rain
flushing
delusion away
Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 4:45 PM UTC
Apples
in a bowl
on a wooden table
glowing
in a beam
of sunshine
A window
facing trees
gently moving
in the winds
of Summer
A hand
pooring coffee
for a friend
at the table
Senses intermingling:
apples, wood, summer wind
talk and friendship
in a timeless moment
of simplicity.
Jul 16, 2025
Jul 16, 2025 at 10:56 AM UTC
Nothing more than a shock
A mental block
Violent waves
And a broken clock
The traffic in my head is deep
It’s heavy
It’s congested
There’s a crash up ahead
Signs flickering, bright lights
“ Stop” “ Wrong way” “trouble ahead”
The traffic is clearing
It’s nearing the end of rush hour
It still feels stuffy
Congested
Tight, it’s foggy
I’m losing sight of this glowing sign ahead now
“ I’m goi-“
It’s all I’m able to read
Horns are blowing, I’m distracted
Can’t see where I’m going anymore
The rains pooring,
The roads slippery
The windshield wipers are loud
They screech
I want to turn around, but I can’t
I’m on a highway
It’s so congested
Foggy high beams
I can’t see the cars
I’m trapped , but I can see a little more of the sign “ I’m going to-“ that’s It i can’t see
It’s cut off, what does it mean
I can’t do this Iis too hard, it’s too heavy
I can’t see, I can’t see
It’s foggy as hell, but the signs clear
I can read it, “ I’m going to bless you, but you have to do you’re part and steer clear of the devil’s obstacles “
I’m going to keep going and have faith that the traffic of my thoughts clear up with the presence of my God here
Dec 9, 2017
Dec 9, 2017 at 12:02 AM UTC