Tired Poems
People's Voice at the End of Twilight
by Ayatullah Nurjati
at the edge of the red twilight, the voice of the people echoed weakly.
In unheard whispers, there is hope that is increasingly fading.
The streets are full of grey dust, leaving footprints without a new destination.
Behind the glitter of the bustling city, they are overlooked in a gloomy shadow of silence and peace. The voices of the people who are tired of screaming, reaching for justice which is increasingly difficult.
Burned by empty promises, but still hopeful in wounded hope.
Dusk turns into dark night, But the voice never went away. In the hearts of those who continue to groan, there is a prayer that strengthens the weary soul.
Our Beach Vacation
by Dr. Robert Ippaso
Wait
This can't be a mistake
The morning light
Is just too bright
We've overslept
Curled up in bed
Now we must rush
......
Never Quit
by Leigh Yah
"My parents raised a fighter, but this fighter is tired"
What? A fighter? and tired?
"No, I mean... there were times when it felt like things were too heavy for me to carry."
Okay, I got your point. But here's my say.
Whenever I feel down, I always keep this in mind:
Who am I to complain?
When I can't even pay them back the
sacrifices they've made for us to survive.
......
Dear YOU
by Leigh Yah
Dear you,
I heard you are tired
Exhausted
Emotions beginning to weigh on you.
Dear you,
I heard you're unhappy
Does your work make you feel unease?
Do they expect a lot?
......
Something New
by Frangipani Rhett
Give me something to try for
Give me something new
I'm so bored of the old stuff
I'm so sick of you
I liked you better before you got old
I wish I wasn't this way
But I'm tired of feeling the same old
Same old type of way
......
Our Beach Vacation
by Dr. Robert Ippaso
Wait
This can't be a mistake
The morning light
Is just too bright
We've overslept
Curled up in bed
Now we must rush
......
People's Voice at the End of Twilight
by Ayatullah Nurjati
at the edge of the red twilight, the voice of the people echoed weakly.
In unheard whispers, there is hope that is increasingly fading.
The streets are full of grey dust, leaving footprints without a new destination.
Behind the glitter of the bustling city, they are overlooked in a gloomy shadow of silence and peace. The voices of the people who are tired of screaming, reaching for justice which is increasingly difficult.
Burned by empty promises, but still hopeful in wounded hope.
Dusk turns into dark night, But the voice never went away. In the hearts of those who continue to groan, there is a prayer that strengthens the weary soul.
I’m tired
by Alyssa dewey
I don't want to feel this way
I shouldn’t have to feel this way
like I cant walk down a hallway anymore
like I cant go out in public without hanging on to the hand of another
like i want to disappear
I feel tired
of always having to care
having to do certain things
having to cover my skin
my bruises
......
Something New
by Frangipani Rhett
Give me something to try for
Give me something new
I'm so bored of the old stuff
I'm so sick of you
I liked you better before you got old
I wish I wasn't this way
But I'm tired of feeling the same old
Same old type of way
......
Not my circus, not my monkeys
by Marra Makinen
God, I wish I cared
I so desperately
Wish that I cared about my friend’s breakup
Or my mum’s divorce
Or my not-much-longer friend’s sexual awakening
I feel terrible for not caring
I usually would
But right now
I lack the patience or time
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