Pleasantries Poem by Logan Rheinst
Pleasantries
Darkness so kind.
Darkness so pleasing.
Reveling on my bed,
as I stare at the ceiling.
Music filling every pore.
Music drowns the pain.
Non-self-inflicted stress reliever.
Grateful cause it's pouring rain.
No more slicing of the skin.
No more. No more.
This pain won't win.
I have to be strong. I won't give in.
Monday, January 23, 2006
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Best Poems
Best Member Poems
Best Classical Poems
New Poems
New Poets
Best Member Poets
Best Classical Poets
Explore Poems
Explore Poets
Poem Of The Day
Love Poems
Baby Poems
Death Poems
Sad Poems
Birthday Poems
Wedding Poems
Nature Poems
Sorry Poems
Hero Poems
Poetry E-Books
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
5/3/2024 2:58:07 PM # 1.0.0.1119
good for you! fight those depressing days with music, it works for me too :) HBH