Heather Cropper

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Everytime I close my eyes,
my history is on replay.
Sitting there; waiting for me to give in,
mocking me with shine; trying to persuay.
...

nothing better than not knowing what's going to happen,
nothing better than eating chocolate to numb the pain.

wishing my friends knew that i love them,
...

He looks over her shoulder,
To see that 'hope' is written-
On the thumb of her hand,
He smiles quietly, hidden.
...

When I was in high school, [1]
When I was in high school, [2]
I was very loud. [1]
I was very shy. [2]
...

when something happens to you,
stick it out, think of something else.

there is always a surprise ahead,
...

the only thing i love,
but not more.

is the falling leaves,
...

i run outside my house,
feel the warmth of the sun.

butterflies flying,
...

Those eyes powering over you,
the most prettiest type of blue.

That nice and shiny blonde hair,
...

You're friends say,
we'll always be there.

Family say it,
...

An exciting feeling,
rushes through me.

Friends jumping up and down,
...

once you tear a flower up,
they can never come back.

leave the precious flower alone,
...

life without regrets,
you only get one chance.

try your best,
...

friends make you smile,
even when you want to cry.

friends keep yuour secrets,
...

14.

Shaking in fear,
drowning in tears.
Faking her smile,
can't hold it for awile.
...

hold my hand and hold me tight,
hold me closely when day turns to night.

love me with all your heart,
...

Pump up the music,
the tension is building,
turn up the volume,
don't let the hurt sink in.
...

love in our hearts,
can never tear apart.
never give into your life,
not without a fight.
...

i dont know who i am,
i dont know why im here,
i dont know if theres a way,
i dont know the meaning.
...

when i look into your eyes,
my heart shakes at the feeling,
knowing that someday in the future,
you will be the next to die.
...

people dont realize this,
there are people out there,
freezing, dying, starving.
...

Heather Cropper Biography

her; ; 'It's a gift to be able to look past all the flaws, mistakes, and failures in your life. It is a gift to be able to smile when you know that nothing is going right and no matter how hard you try or how many angles you manage to see, nothing seems good. Those kind of people are few and far between but they are out there. Sitting, waiting patiently. Hands clasped, mouth shut, eyes watching, waiting for their moment to shine; waiting for their moment to work a miracle in some heartbroken, depressed, hopeless humans life. Though they stand silent, they are out there. They see beauty in the small creations and treasure in the simple dreams. They can smile in the middle of their tears and cry from laughter. The most intelligent people are silent, while the ignorant yell and proclaim their name and place. Though many people claim their respect, loyalty, and faithfulness toward others; very few are able to follow through. The truth is: It is a gift to see beauty in faulter and it is rare to see love in a heartbreak; yet those people are out there, reaching out, silently, saving lives; while others are wasting away unaware that they are actually destroying relationships, friendships, and possible lives. You can be the person to help others, reach out, know your own troubles and risk it all just to see that smile appear on their significant little face; or you can be the drawnback person, sitting back, watching people fall, laughing as they stumble and walking over them as if you never saw a thing. It's all a choice<3' -by Nikol Rochelle)

The Best Poem Of Heather Cropper

Can'T Get You Out Of My Mind..

Everytime I close my eyes,
my history is on replay.
Sitting there; waiting for me to give in,
mocking me with shine; trying to persuay.

Ignoring with all my strength,
reminding oneself not to fall that low.
Making so much progress,
once life was fast now everything is slow.

At this moment I don't have the courage,
to go back to my secrets treasure.
Not one to laugh at with this subject,
yet I laugh at what I appear to be unsure.

Trying hard not to break the glass,
walking on tiptoe with the little hope I have.
Faking my smile as I go along,
falling; forgetting about the glass.

Writing useless words down on paper,
pretending that someone will actually care.
Taking precautions to not be alone,
making lists just to prepare.

The words don't make sense,
once I read it a loud.
Shorter and shorter the verses go,
wishing for once for me to be proud.

Wishing with every ounce of my hope,
not to let history repeat itself.
Being naive of the love I have,
silently and quickly I'm losing hope in myself.

Not wanting to be a burden,
I try to hold back my pain.
Tell my friends I really meant good,
I can't promise you anything.

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