21. The Old Oak Tree
Sometimes at night I get up from my bed.
I go outside and I lay down my head.
On these cool fall nights, I lay in peace
Sometimes at night I get up from my bed.
I go outside and I lay down my head.
On these cool fall nights, I lay in peace
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What do you do when your world falls apart,
When your secrets rip and tear at your heart?
What happens when the truth becomes a lie,
When your own happiness you defy?
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I am beautiful,
I am powerful,
I am desireable,
Boys love me,
There's this girl.
She never gives up on you.
She loves everyone the same,
This hit me hard. I always try to make others happy, I'll smile, I'll listen, I'll make sure that they know they're loved. When it comes to myself, though, I never let anyone see how deep...
She longs to be pretty,
Because all she sees are her flaws.
She doesn't see that those "flaws"
Are really her perfection.
This, to me, describes something similar that my friends said/wrote about me. It shocked me at the time how much they cared about me. I felt unlovable after me and my mom started fighting...
When I think of peace, I see myself in a world where I can truly be myself,
Who I choose to be, where I can just let go and be comfortable with who I am
A world with no hatred, racism, or pain
Preach preacher, preach. As an African American girl, I say this: We want peace! We want peace! We want peace!
As long as I can remember, I've been wrong.
Everyone always saying I have to be strong.
Everything inside myself tells me to give in,
The poem conveys a valuable message to those who struggle to face hardships in life. It is not the fate but one's courage that handles life.
Be brave.
You already are.
Look at what you've made it through.
The wounds of your past have healed.
It is a poem which infuses courage to those who have direct experience of war, making them think positively about life, forgetting the bitter past. We also faced a similar situation as a...
You made me trust you,
You made me love you,
You made me dream that you were the one for me.
I used to be that girl,
The one who hid in the shadows,
The one who hid her face from others,
The one who drowned in her tears.
I had a similar childhood in which many rejected my company. As I grew up, I identified my skills and I could draw the attention of others. My teachers were helpful in this regard. I feel...
The paint brush is mine
To have and to hold
As I stare at the canvas
I let my story unfold
I liked this poem. It was really good and simple but effective. Keep writing.
In each of us,
There's a sun
That shines
And lights the gloomy day away.
This poem is so beautiful! So full of truth and written from the heart! I've been reading a lot of inspirational poems lately, for I have been going through depression. So reading this poem...
I heard the voices scream
“Nigger, best shut your mouth.”
When prejudice ran wild
While hatred ruled the south
When you look in the mirror do you see what I can see?
Your body and your spirit so unbreakable and free
When I look at every one of you, I hope you know I care.
I hope you know you're beautiful and not a soul on Earth compares.
Erica, I love how you write your beautiful poems. That really makes me feel so wonderful that I can't even express, but I'm feeling pretty sad that you haven't share more poems within the...
People want me to be different,
not the way I want to be,
People want me to be different,
Life is like a marathon
That we cannot reject; we must run
It's a continuous route that we travel on
At some points the path is tough, sometimes it's fun
You're almost there.
Just a few more steps.
You can beat this game,
a lot like chess.
Let it be.
Let the voices be silent.
Let the silence soothe.
Let it be.
The woman I wish to be
She's flawless in her step
And graceful in her actions
She's unafraid of her abilities
She never liked to read,
Because she was always in her own head.
So she wrote of all the things she knew,
And made her own stories instead.