Love is Lonely

Livy | Free Poems

Here’s a Good Idea

So many poems are sad.

So many make you want to cry.

So many are complaining.

So how about this?

We all post a poem where we are talking about what we’re thankful for?

I’m thankful for my family.

I’m thankful for my friends.

I’m thankful for my crush, even if he doesn’t know.

I’m thankful for the school hamster.

I’m thankful for the people that come into my life.

I’m thankful for the books I read.

I’m thankful for the sun.

I’m thankful for my brain that lets me write.

I’m thankful for my teachers, who’ve taught me so much.

I’m thankful for the inside jokes that make no sense at all.

I’m thankful for my tears because they make room for happiness.

I’m thankful for my happiness because I don’t feel the need for tears.

I’m thankful for the haters because they’ve made me who I am.

I’m thankful for my mother who has given me so much.

I’m thankful for my father who has taught me how to stand on my own.

I’m thankful for my faith because it gives me strength when I don’t have any.

I’m thankful for movies to give me escape from reality.

I’m thankful for music to give me something to listen to.

I’m thankful for my uncle to kid me and teach me about sarcasm.

I’m thankful for my life because I can truly live.

Now what are you thankful for?

 

  This poem is also about:

• thank you sweetheart poem
• thank you for being part of my life poem
• poem thank you
• Thank You Funny
• thank you my love poem
• thank you mother poetry
• lucky for my family verse
• free thank you sister poems
• thank you for your love
• thanks for being here for me poems

Comments "

Friends

I love my friends,

I love every little smile.

This may take a while,

So I’ll just say this:

Words cannot describe her.

His smile is electric.

She gives me confidence I don’t have.

There is never a conversation lull with him.

She makes me think.

He makes me listen.

She gets me to laugh.

He gets me to geek out.

She and I have inside jokes.

He and I make it up as we go along.

She is the best roommate ever!

He is the funniest guy alive!

I love my friends,

And I wouldn’t replace them.

They are my closest friends,

And that kind of friendship never ends.

  This poem is also about:

• best friendship pictures
• Love friendship potos free
• hes the best friend ever poem
• pictures of friendship
• brother friend poems
• poems long pictures
• freindship poems
• how can you explain love for best friend
• spanish poem about friends
• i love my friend

2 Comments "

My Secret

I have a secret.

I hope that you can keep it.

I have a secret.

I really want to tell.

My secret in my head, taking over.

My secret isn’t dirty, mean, rude, hateful, gross, or anything bad.

My secret makes you happy.

My secret is worth the time to figure it out.

I’m sorry, but it’s not a secret I can tell.

It’s a secret you have to find out.

My secret…

Is love.

  This poem is also about:

• lonely secret poems

Comments "

I am a Butterfly

Everyone says im ugly or fat.
Or stuff just like that.
But I hold my head high.
And give a little sigh
I just lost 10 pounds, I started caring about my looks.
I’m still me though, I still like books xD
You still can’t see?
I changed. Not for you.
But for me.

  This poem is also about:

• a rhyming poem about friends
• friendship poems with rhyming words
• poem of rhyming words
• rhym poems
• ryhming poems
• Short Rhyme Scheme Poems
• poem for livy

2 Comments "

When Someone Dies

When someone dies, how many people notice?
How many people do something?
How many people morn them?
I’m not talking about big cases like OJ Simpson, or Casey Anthony.
I mean tiny ones, like getting hit by a car, cancer, passing in your sleep.
The things no one hears about.
The things no one wants to.
Every little suicide that’s big to the family.
Every grandparent, every miscarriage, effects someone.
But how many people would care?
HOW MANY?
How many would go to the funeral?
How many are just faking?
When you say “I’m sorry” are you really?
Most people like to think the world is good, some have seen its dark side.
The shootings, the rape, the murder, the genocide, the racism, the ghetto, the bullies, the abuse, the way that people hate,
If it could all just end,
If we could all care about one death,
Everyone care about just one.
And I think my job would be done.

  This poem is also about:

• funneral

7 Comments "