Used Poems - Poems about Used

Every day when I wake up in the morning I promise myself that today will be different and I’ll change So that I’ll be able to finally sleep without my head hurting From replaying these lucid agonizing moments...Read the rest...

She used to think she could fly, she would jump off the couch and it seemed so high. She lost sense of the air but her childhood could not compare. She went to Saturn instead where...Read the rest...

Everything about this place reminds me of you From the couch where you once sat to the bed we used to lay in From the kitchen where I once cooked for you to the bathroom where...Read the rest...

In my wooden form, stories I unfold A simple pencil with tales yet untold Gripped by hands i sketch dreams and plans A tool for artists, scholars, and fans With every stroke, ideas take flight, From blank pages to...Read the rest...

I used to work. I sat at a desk and wondered how my house is doing. At 10:00, I played with a pen. The sounds of staplers. Paper being printed. Beautiful plants that sit in the corner. That seem to shrink...Read the rest...

Shut up darling, I am about to scream No, it’s not your fault that you are mean I’ll pick up this mess I made with my heart I might be missing some parts Thousands of pieces shattered after you...Read the rest...

It always begins with a huge heart/ To be used over and over/ Stomped out like a forest fire/ That someone you trust and loved started it/ Screaming, running around/ Raging in your mind/ When they pick up your heart/ And tear...Read the rest...

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...