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Written by: mary abdali     Read Poems by mary abdali

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prayer

God , we are sorry,
we need you  in this time of fury,
we are broken and blackened,
 we are slaves of someone else all shackled.
the chains hurts our feet our legs 
but we can take  all that we deserve this toll
we just don't want them to take over our souls
we don't want to be mind controlled
our will is one thing You don't even interfere with 
then why do You give them a space in our brains to sit
 yes we are disobedient, drowned in our arrogance
but we never denied Your existence  never denied your magnificence
we came to you with all our issues all problems
we ask you for help in every form of danger
yet You turn your back on us like we a stranger
You know they are evil, u know they are wrong
but why is it that You see us take the fall
my heart cries with the death of all your men
we sacrificed  our kids our parents our country as a whole
God, i respectfully ask you, how much more?
how much blood, how many tears?
Is this the price we are paying for having a divine fear?
please forgive me God, i dare not complain
You have blessed me with so much that its  hard to  explain
You are the all  kind all gracious
but why is your creation so ferocious?
why don't they know how to love  why cant we be  ever in peace?
have we been mislead from Your path and now are paying a fees?
my  lord, my king please bring down mercy upon us
open our eyes,please keep us away from lust
let our kids breath the fresh air that you made away from all those drugs and meds
please don't let them put chip in our heads
please make us honest and make us love our friends
alleviate us from the differences of black and white no matter where we are born and bred
let us renew the  beauty of freedom of speech
where everyone is allowed to let their minds speak
where we don't  make fun of  people who disagree and call them freaks.
please destroy all the evil that makes us fall apart
that brings hatred and greed in our hearts
Take us somewhere else ,oh lord
where you are proud of us and the world is not all fraud
where the people   think before making a decision
where we are not lab rats put in horrible conditions
where the people are obedient to You and not the politician
where big fish eating weaker ones is not considered a tradition
I know You arelistening,You always do
please save us today, We all need you more than ever
and whether You help us or not,it doesnt matter
because I know You are the merciful we are  in Your debts forever!

Written by: Martina Adovica     Read Poems by Martina Adovica

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15-10-2010

"Water, water everywhere, nor any drop to drink" - Samuel Taylor Coleridge.
An everlasting pool. A pool of memories. 
Like picking a grape off a vineyard, you choose one to remember.
Then you put it back. No trace of taking it, except your own conscience. 
Some sweet and beautiful, some ugly and unpleasant, but nevertheless there.
With age the pool shrinks - the unnatural event of nature itself.
But at the very depth, a layer of feelings remains.

Written by: humble b     Read Poems by humble b

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Dreadlocks

Somehow I feel connected to each lock
They remind me of a time before me when black was not just hip hop
They remind me of a movement towards freedom
When we were gaining the momentumm to no longer be oppressed 
To me they represent bold, natural blackness

Symbols of non-conformity and to some
a sign of spiritual royalty
From ancient egyptians 
to the movement of the rastafari
The lion of Judah remains represented entirely upon the heads of those
who rebel against enslavement
In modern times and during the times of
John the Baptist, King Tut, Solomon and Samson

Connected deeply to the Rastafarian and the struggle of the block
Guerilla warriors swore not to cut the locks
until the release of their authority
Jah-Rastafari or Haile Selassie I
Big ups to the dreads with conscious minds

The intertwined knots remind me of naturally grown crops of herbs
Each lock a spliff of some FIYA YA
to help calm my nerves
Burning the corruption and the lies told about the words written
While filtering out the bullcrap I found truth in transmission
Giving it to you is my soul mission

Locks. Beautiful like the afro
Symbolizing freedom from strong holds
Still black and proud though
I love locks
They remind me of pure blackness

Written by: joseph bejcek poewhit     Read Poems by joseph bejcek poewhit

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NEW POET POEM

Here for a quiet spell.
Making words that tell.
Moments of gentle glee.
Hoping all is well and free.
Casting songs into words.
Trying not to be absurd.
So again here I am.
Only this new poem to send.

Written by: Fanessa Bendall     Read Poems by Fanessa Bendall

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The Storm

There is that moment that you know the storm is coming
You can see it in the eye's of people you know
Feel it brew in everything around you
The storm is in the air
 
It comes with only one objective
The objective to destroy
To take what was and change it for ever more
Sometimes completely whipping out what once existed
 
Trying to save some things you start to prepare
Removing any place that it could get in
Moving valuables to safe places where they are out of reach
Also taking shelter waiting for impact
 
After some time the storm passes
You leave what you thought was a safe place to see that everything is gone
The storm has done what it came to do
Then moves on and starts all over again
 
You are left with nothing but a shadow of what you once had
Rebuilding is the only move
But nothing will be as strong as it was before the storm
No matter what you create you will never feel at home
 
Left to wonder the days away
Thinking back to the days before the storm
Wondering if you could have saved anything
To wish that the storm never was
 
It comes with only one objective
The objective to bring on change

Written by: clivens bertier     Read Poems by clivens bertier

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part 1

We meet each other with broken half of what use to be a hole heart.. Not knowing if we put our two half together it would be exactly what we're missing and make our heart whole again. I'm sorry for loving you to much/to hard/ to strong.. I'm sorry for whatever I did wrong.. Your were something i wasn't use to as well.. We both came broken hearts and love.. Both being played by the first person we ever gave our hearts too. So terrified of been hurt again we did the best thing ever.. We took our time... Even though I felt foolish for throwing myself out there at times, I'm glad I did though.. You accepted me for me, and didnt let anyones opinion on me changes ur thoughts and feelings about.. You got to know the real me.. You stood by my side through it all. At my highest highs and my lowest low.. I never had something like that before, so I told my self no matter how hard it gets or afraid o get down let go and back down.. I remember all the times we ever spent together like it was yesterday.. Nobody ever made me as happy or made me smile as much as you fantisé mack... I'm not gonna lie it pains ALOT me to see what's happening now after what everybody told me what he did to you;including your biological father and yourself as well.. I'm scared of what's to come.. I have my issues at hme too.. You don't know but you give me strength and courage to try and keep fighting.. I listen to the same few songs all day thinking of you and hoping you'll call or text me.. Life wasn't worth living till I meet you.. You keep telling me you hope I find someone that's makes me happy and you see her everyday when you look in the mirror.. 
I wanna be your one and only

Written by: Chidananda Bhattacharjee     Read Poems by Chidananda Bhattacharjee

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Wake up

Wake up little Sid!
you have to succeed.
Choose your maddest dream,
whatever it,don't be ashame.
Place your hand on the heart,
and ask it what it want?
take your first step forward,
i know u are enough smart.
Do things what you want,
try to shine like the Sun.
Makes all proud,
think some loud;
one day you will overcome.

Written by: Chandelle Bird     Read Poems by Chandelle Bird

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Lonely Goodbye

I have faith in everything I do, and I had hopes for me, and you.

I have wishes that may never come true, and I had dreams of something new.

Times have changed and so have I, maybe its best we say goodbye.

Although I love you this just isn’t fair, with all that has happened it’s so hard to see you care.

I may seem uneasy, and maybe even sad, I just can’t help but wonder why did it get this bad?

You rarely say you love me, which hurts me most of all, and it does not seem to matter, when and if I fall.

You pushed me away, which wasn’t surprising but you did it in spite, without realizing.

I tried to make it work, but it failed just as fast, and things like I love you never seemed to last.

I have prayed for happiness, love and joy, but instead I only feel like your little toy.

The pain I feel will never die, for you have fed me your final lie.

Instead of dreaming for the impossible, I must believe I am unstoppable.

I am not just a pretty face I am the one you should’ve embraced.

The moment has come and this is done, for only time can heal this lonely one.

Written by: Matthew Boyd-Howey     Read Poems by Matthew Boyd-Howey

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Six

Six is perfect because its even 
Six is the number of cheeseburges my dad gets at Mcdonalds
Without six we would no have sixth birthday 
Six sounds like sick
Six is like how many pecues of hair my uncle has
Six is like how many words are in orange without them we would noy have orange

Written by: Natalie Braddy     Read Poems by Natalie Braddy

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Bad Weather

You and I, we walk together
When it's raining...love, you are my umbrella.
with you, I know I can overcome any storm
we'll just stand thru it, arm and arm...
lightning and thunder
we are oblivious to the sounds...
so wrapped into one another-
...wouldn't even notice if an earthquake moved these grounds
rain drops glistening on your body...
I love to see water shimmer on your skin
-so we're going to play in this rain-
...LIFE
...it could bring us Hurricanes
but with you...
all the damage and pain the heavy wind brings...
I'm oblivious to the push...
so into one another-
...I could fly away and wouldn't even notice the wind's swoosh
while others panic on days like this...
we look into each others eyes, and we just kiss
...cause we know beyond this weather...
we have each other
and if this Tsunami should try to wash us away,
we'll float away together...
Tornadoes, we've seen our share, but we just stood there
-held tight onto one another-
cause we are not oblivious to the fact...
that after it all...
there will be a rainbow.

Written by: Adrian BurrageII     Read Poems by Adrian BurrageII

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Inside Of Me

Feeling strong each day/ like a injury going great/
i change thee ways of life/ but has that swagg all night/
inside the muscle continues to form into a strong force /
building muscle like a body builder benching 300 weight plate/
the arms stay growing each second/ heart pumps each second thee punches
go's each second with a blow/ the legz gone strong /
good enough to kick in a door or/ produce a field goal score/
the mind needs to work all the time/ feed it knowledge as u feed that gut we have/
how choose to retrieve knowledge of good or bad/ a path of bad can gain/
sadness confuse and wackness/ shall we go on good ways/ we make
a better place of thoughts happiness/
which gains bigger rewards and bigger goals / we even may win a Superbowl/
the last times of the insides gotta keep it going for the long ride.....

Written by: Francesca Cabral     Read Poems by Francesca Cabral

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Mummy had Stitched His Name Onto the Back of His PE Bag

He hung out alone in his room most of the time
with his door locked,quiet.
He had a name. A short and simple one, that nobody could remember. Maybe it was Ken, or 
Tom - something like that.
Yeah, the boy everybody made fun of
beacuse his Mummy had stiched his name onto the back of his PE bag.
Not just that, he had all his books perfectly coverered, I remember beacuse I used to hand 
them out in the mornings.

He never came back to school after the holidays.
Jess said it was because he got sent to juvie for trying to butcher his Mum with the garden 
spade. She heard that he was one of those "messed up kids," who finally flipped out. Huey, 
agreed and said that it was only a matter of time before it happened. 
According to Mia, she heard that his Mum was just standing there, when he came up from 
behind and attaked her. She heard there was blood all over the place. 

Everyone heard everything.

When our teacher came over to ask who we were talking about,
Jess said Ken.
Huey said Tom.
Mia said Bill.

Confused, they stared at eachother
then turned to the class, perhaps searching for the answer.
Everyone else, shrugged.

Written by: Girl Celtic     Read Poems by Girl Celtic

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IRISH BLESSINGS FOR YOU ON ST PATRICKS DAY

A Wish for a Friend 
Wishing you a rainbow
For sunlight after showers—
Miles and miles of Irish smiles
For golden happy hours—
Shamrocks at your doorway
For luck and laughter too,
And a host of friends that never ends
Each day your whole life through! 

AN IRISH PRAYER
May God give you...
For every storm, a rainbow,
For every tear, a smile,
For every care, a promise,
And a blessing in each trial.
For every problem life sends,
A faithful friend to share,
For every sigh, a sweet song,
And an answer for each prayer.
 
An Old Cradle Song 
Sleep, my babe, lie still and slumber,
All through the night
Guardian angels God will lend thee,
All through the night
Soft and drowsy hours are creeping,
Hill and vale in slumber sleeping,
Mother dear her watch is keeping,
All through the night
God is here, you'll not be lonely,
All through the night
'Tis not I who guards thee only,
All through the night
Night's dark shades will soon be over,
Still my watchful care shall hover,
God with me His watch is keeping,
All through the night
 
Remembered Joy
Don't grieve for me, for now I'm free!
I follow the plan God laid for me.
I saw His face, I heard His call,
I took His hand and left it all...
I could not stay another day,
To love, to laugh, to work or play;
Tasks left undone must stay that way.
And if my parting has left a void,
Then fill it with remembered joy.
A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss...
Ah yes, these things I, too, shall miss.
My life's been full, I've savoured much:
Good times, good friends, a loved-one's touch.
Perhaps my time seemed all too brief—
Don't shorten yours with undue grief.
Be not burdened with tears of sorrow,
Enjoy the sunshine of the morrow. 
An Old Celtic Blessing 
May the blessing of light be on you—
light without and light within.
May the blessed sunlight shine on you
and warm your heart
till it glows like a great peat fire. 

Written by: PATRICK CLARK     Read Poems by PATRICK CLARK

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two in love

Where will our roads converge? the city, country, maybe even the the coverage of a shade tree. What is love without two people. It is sadness and tears for a lost one. When the people came and took me away sadness came to stay, no way. life will not be my enemy i will walk with she who completes me. when life is cruel she bares kind words, so likewise i will help push through the worst.i love alica and always will so lets walk away unscaved.