Used Poems - Poems about Used

Dancing singing windchimes Motorcycle engine in the distance Breezy day warmed by immensely hot sun I sit barefooted on my porch, gulping vitamin D One dog lies curled at my feet A regal shepherd great Dane mix with an oversized...Read the rest...

If I knew the last time I said I love you was the last time, I would have said it more often. We used to be on the same page, now we're reading entirely different...Read the rest...

Sometimes I think about the past, The life we knew would never last, And all the men we used to kill, And that great void they used to fill, And that great spell we used to cast. Under the...Read the rest...

I miss the person I used to be, You would have liked her too—so full of life and carefree. Her glass was always half full, She saw the bright side, ever hopeful. No matter what came her way, She’d just...Read the rest...

Can I allay man's acceptance of poverty which was not a dire circumstance before? On those past days of summer the stale from bread crumbs fell onto the lidless eyes of each child, woman on the...Read the rest...

The person I used to be hides in the shadow, awaiting an unexpected moment to expose secrets best left forgotten. Perhaps a shot or two of Macnaughton™ will quiet the desire of the demon that screams in the zemin~* Or...Read the rest...

As you start to walk out on the way, the way appears.- Rumi Tonight, I speak to the moon, lunar verses echoing the piercing lyrics of...Read the rest...

I am often not very kind to the person I am and the person I used to be I often criticize her more than anyone else does but she was doing her best with what she had to...Read the rest...

I used to be younger I used to be stronger I used to be a good lookin’ whore monger I used to be more lackadaisical More free lovin’, more free thinkin’, less reliable My...Read the rest...

Under Appreciated I might as well be paralyzed. Just bury me and die. All the wasted time. Everything was a lie. It’s not even worth the hard work. And all the effort. You left me. You just walked away, no care if I...Read the rest...

In the live network of intricate design, layer on layer my mind was stratified. Within the strata of innate awareness aligned, many divergent motifs got unified. Many attributes of sole distinction gained access to the fold of secret...Read the rest...

It no longer worries me who i used to be, or want to be, I'm content with who I've become. Having made many mistakes along the way, I learned from each and every one. I have...Read the rest...

I used to be a little different from how I am today, especially in some beliefs and things I’d do or say. My mother was (and still is) fanatical; there was no true religion except for ours; I...Read the rest...

Who I used to be?  Not an easy answer - as I turn the pages of my life to the past and ponder,  feels like a wonder!!!! Blessed to be born in a blissful home,  cocooned by a fearless, courageous...Read the rest...

I used to be your person, I used to be your friend, Now I'm just a version, Of a faded trend....Read the rest...