Carry Over Poems - Poems about Carry Over

...It's the weekend (Friday night). Lisa and I are hangin’, music’s playing, and we’re rummaging through my suitcase, for an outfit option, for me, tonight. Call it cliché, but we like going out - and g......Read the rest...

...They don’t ever prepare you for when life gets tough to bare It’s something a lot of times one must learn themselves With the pain and loss that I carry, I must not let it weigh these wings down T......Read the rest...

...Your lies are strong like coffee grounds but I can't grind them up small enough to make them go down smooth Your presence is becoming more like unexpected coffee stains Unsightly, unwanted, unbear......Read the rest...

...he would have known or suspected that smooth beauty he kissed so often, had a different side that he did not reach, scales that glistened in the darkest of nights, under the lights of distant sta......Read the rest...

...II. Nature's Cyclical Dance In the grand wheel of this world, demise holds no sting, For nothing truly perishes — all merely transforms. From decay, new life springs fort......Read the rest...

...NOT KNOWING There are things that we have in mind that sometimes we believe them so much to the point of not listening to other voices that do not support what we believe today. There are cases wh......Read the rest...

...If you’re only a teen, you may carry the weight, Of a past you abhor and a present you hate, You may live in your room, like a temple of doom, But the rest of your day is a book and a broom. Oh......Read the rest...

...Under the shield of eternity, where the stars whisper the secrets of the ages, I carry within me two brains, one hidden in the safety of my being, And another lost in the ether, an invisible compan......Read the rest...

... Ledger of Love In the shadows of the Victorian night, Where candles flicker with amorous light, A forbidden love fiercely burns, In a pounding heart, passion yearns. Amidst the lace......Read the rest...

... Ledger of Love In the dim-lit chambers of the Victorian home, Resides a wife, her heart a silent tome. Once, love’s flame burned bright within her breast, But now a thin whisp, a ghost......Read the rest...

...We love all that death touches And so maybe we love in halves We give and yet hold back Because when we hurt We fear the ash, our fire might become The air that will scatter it The wind sw......Read the rest...

...We drifted apart and yet struck together We carry the precious or is it yet to gather Was it mere inconvenience or bigger bother, That a world was created and now we watch it shatter. ......Read the rest...

... It doesn’t seem possible I tell myself – eleven years already and going on twelve! I suppose I should have a party – a piece of prime beef lit with eleven candles. But he’d never get clo......Read the rest...

...If one was to poll Americans nation wide and ask them if they supported apartheid. Most would defiantly deny and say, but their our allies.. If we asked most Americans do we need a wall, to bar......Read the rest...

... good fisherman, thinker, when the tide is not for fish It doesn't carry fish, but stories...!......Read the rest...