She cried and screamed what's wrong with me
I believe I'd sell my soul
To find out why this anger haunts me
Why do I lose control?
I always hurt the ones I care for
It's a battle every day
Do I hate myself so much
That I'm pushing them away?
Her self esteem was taken away
When she was just a child
Adopted at the age of four
Hungry, abused, sexually defiled
How can we as human beings
Turn and look the other way?
Animals don't treat their young like that
Will there be a judgement day?
Flashbacks come and stir the fires
Of the pain she can't forget
She lashes out unthinkingly
Then her heart fills with regret
Teach her to love the person she is
Install a sense of pride
Teach her to look within her soul
And see the beauty deep inside
Don't turn away when this anger comes
Don't give up on this child in pain
She'll give you a world of sunshine
If you hold her through the rain.
If you hold on long enough, the child doesn't have an excuse to quit on
herself. Too many, parents, foster parents, adopted parents give up too soon and
the child becomes systemized.
Copyright © Vince Suzadail Jr. | Year Posted 2006
Looks like rain, the old girl said,
As the sky broke stars and bled,
And the clouds all turned black with the swell;
The dingy streets were dim and grey,
The shadow people drained away,
And it seemed as though the town was going to hell.
Looks like rain, the people cried,
As the shop fronts closed and died
And the best days ground abruptly to a halt;
The fairground rides fell still,
And the view from up the hill
Was of streetlights suffocating in a vault.
Looks like rain, I wryly thought,
Just before the first onslaught
Of machinery oiled and primed for tearing down;
With the clanking chains and drilling
Someone made a quick-fire killing
By ripping out the heart from this old town.
Looks like rain, you sweetest child,
I know I muttered as I smiled,
And the oil-paint textures watered in your eyes;
Our own history set to burning
As the wheels they kept on turning,
In the hallowed name of progress I surmise.
Copyright © Tony Bush | Year Posted 2006
Young and innocent they went to school
Expecting to learn and play
Never in anyones wildest of dreams
Did we expect that day
For a rain of tears to shell them
From one lost deep to sin
But heavenly hosts came down for them
Releasing them from him
The devil he did have his day
But God in end dost win
For noubt will be lost but these young lives
Will not be gone in vain
The laws of the land will change in ways
For it must not happen again
Those who reign must stand on this
Take stance and make a difference
No one should be able to take a life
With intent nor mindless innocence
For even when with madmans mind
You cannot be left to mingle
How can you be able to walk in shop
Purchase guns and not be liable
Actions speak far louder than words
And if we let just one slip through
Without accounting for their sin
It might well be me or you
For on anyone these bullets
Might be named to fall upon
So make a difference – make a change
Add your name – petition
The whole wide world mourns in shame
An Amnesty is long past needed
Write your letters – use your vote
Act now while it is fresh
And pray for the souls of all those lost
That each by the Lord be blessed
Also for those who’ve lived through this
That they might find a way
To find the strength and courage
To step out further each day
Copyright © Anna-Marie Docherty | Year Posted 2012
I do not know?
Fabricated lies boundless,
Without a cause.
Words of promises
Heart less and alone.
Tears of sadness recognized
But not accompanied.
Copyright © Wilindean Inniss | Year Posted 2012
The majestic, strong-willed beauty I hardly know
Hued in perfection of limpid white, pink and yellow
Ever steady and loyal to the rich soil I’ve never sow
Rendering sweet bloom, even if, my summer waned
Alive always at the onset of rain…of sorrow and pain
At the lowest ebb of life, a smile, from you I truly gain
Nurturing in silence the swollen heart, again and again
Lovely charm of floral trumpet shaped lives, without me
In a tiny pot, but never raise a hue and cry, for me to see
Lonesome solitude, besetting her when cold winters pee
Yet, she keeps and maintains a rare elegance, just for me
Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2006
dark rain falling down....
liquid smog drops drizzling down
so deep I may drown
Copyright © Robb A. Kopp | Year Posted 2011
Accident Prone Pilot.
The ship was going up river to unload
containers full of scooters and tractors;
rain upland water level higher than usual.
There is an overpass across the river and
the ship´s bridge and communication mast
collided with it. It took a month to repair
damage to the ship and she was ready to
sail down the river, out to deep sea again.
There had been no rain for rain for a month
water level was lower than usual.
Going under the bridge was a piece of cake,
nervous pilot and anxious captain smiled,
but then the ship shuddered and got stuck in
Copyright © jan oskar hansen | Year Posted 2012
The rain drop falls to the ground not making a sound.
Hundreds follow. Falling round and round.
The children play and laugh in the water falling down.
They soon run in the house when the thunder brings the sound.
The wind comes and takes the rain drops by force.
The tame, quiet rain drops become a storming chorus.
The clouds go by black and gloom.
The winds stop. No plip plop.
Then the rain drops resume.
The first fell and the others followed.
The earth welcomed them thirstily and swallowed.
The world wouldn't have been restored and the beauty would not have come
if the actions of one had not been done.
Next time you see the rain drops remember they're followers
who saw the actions of one.
Take the lead like the first drop
or nothing will be done.
Copyright © Misty Hoot | Year Posted 2009
I do not know?
wounded by the days' plight
all the hopeful fractured splinters of light
into its desolate lair
the roaring furnace of despair
from a bubbling desire reaching out to feel
leaving the jilted to bow down and kneel
breaking the chains of isolation
in the cellars of time's vacuum of desolation
the travails of the day that has past
the wounds that once were doomed to last
faithfully as the day must retire
the doomed voices that mutter and conspire
the weary mind and the restless heart so torn
knowing that night itself is darkest just before a new dawn
all snapshots of the passing day
the new while the old simply fades away
Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013
Catastrophes,natural disasters and torrential rains
what causes these thing to happen, on whom do you place the blame?
mankind has misused and abused this planet on which we live
Mother Nature must make adjustments, the forces of nature then give
we have built too many buildings, taken over too much land
an earthquake may be a realignment to the acts and plans of man
aerosol cans, rain forest diminishing, the erosion of the soil and ground
when the rain eventually falls the lack of trees causes the mud to slide down
God gave us some power, many have called it free-will
mankind can use it for good or he can use it for ill-will
yet when many lives are lost and so many souls depart
why does anyone think to ask, was it an act of God?
air pollution, water pollution, the whole industrial age
has ravaged our planet and brought about Mother Nature's rage
we act before we think, we destroyed things that can't be replaced
maybe Mother Nature is trying to tell us to do an about face
tsunamis, monsoons and all types of major tidal waves
may be a wake-up call to how we have behaved
we need to come together and start making some major plans
stop raping our natural resources and start preserving God's land
so if anyone ever asks you, was it an act of God the Lord Christ?
just ask them for this planet, what has mankind sacrificed?
we are selfish in our deeds, self-absorbed in our needs
eventually we must bear the blame and we all will pay the price
just don't be so quick to place the burden of guilt on God the Lord Christ
Copyright © louise nelson | Year Posted 2007
They lived a happy life
though they were rarely toghether
For her,he was her husband
But to the nation,he was a soldier.
She thought she was prepared for this.
But of course she was wrong,
Her husband was now a martyr
And though brave she was,
She couldn't stop her tears.
Its been so long now
She doesn't want to live anymore.
She wants to end the pain,
Coz she's hiding her sorrows
Like tears in the rain.
Yet she know she must live on.
She needs to keep herself
from going insane,
and hide her sorrows
Like tears in the rain.
B'coz in her arms she hold
a child with so much innocence,
that she won't let her life
just go in vain.
She'll conceal the wounds
Like tears in the rain.
She looks in to those blue little eyes
and feels like living again,
B'coz in his eyes she sees
the rainbow after the rain.
Copyright © Shilpa Karthik | Year Posted 2007
Worry and fear rule most everyone's day
how could it not come to me
Eye was just worried that ideas would dry up
and the poetry.
Fishing is always impossible in a monsoon
and drunkards sometimes miss a drink due to rain
in the impossible day when it floods.
Leaning on people and giving is tough
leaning on money to have everyday
to make purchases of wine and more beer
can be hard in the rain.
Yearning for someone feeling no pain
yearning for love in the rain
dying but living inside where she dwells
the love is so real eye can feel her so well
she is love deep inside me where no pain can reach
the insulation of ewe the insurance of she.
Turning away from the world in my sleep
reaching for her she is love she is me.
Copyright © charles hice | Year Posted 2007
Today I will shed no tears
For tomorrow I do not live in fear
As the clouds get dark and full
The whole sky seems so blank and dull
For at night I cannot sleep
With my heart in despair I weep
I see the world’s problems
I pray to God to solve them
As the rain feels so cold
The problems of suffering and hunger seem to grow old
I try to make a difference and not complain
Because I learn there will always be conflict and pain
I wish tomorrow and today will never be the same
Everyday we should hope for and pray for a change
O blessed Savior, help me rise
And lift my praises to the skies
The tears that rain in my life
I thank you Lord for your sacrifice
Revelation 21:4 And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no
more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the
former things are passed away.
1 Peter 5:10 But the God of all grace, who hath called us unto his eternal glory by
Christ Jesus, after that ye have suffered a while, make you perfect, establish,
strengthen, settle you
Copyright © Jeffrey Lee | Year Posted 2006
Between The Rain Drops
Eye walked between the raindrops to learn how to stay dry
My body works much better when eye fly on angels wings between the rain and
hurry to be dry at home a layer of something hasty pulled between the me and
between the storm and as eye lay inside my dry eye pray and cry for eye have no
home the rain falls off around my dry as eye walk between the rain drops of the
Copyright © charles hice | Year Posted 2007
If blood rained red over the White House, what would the president do?
In the shower of blood of fallen soldiers and innocent women and children
Would Bush fall to his knees and beg forgiveness, or dance a macabre twirl
Like a shower on his wedding day, or a haunting nightmare of past misdeeds
The blood tide of all those that have died stains the pristine green lawn
In the face of the consequence of his actions, would he still proclaim freedom?
Seeing the blood of the fallen, raining, staining the White House a sanguine red
Victims of the unholy marriage of war and peace, like two sides of a trick coin
Tossed into the air without care for however it lands, the result is still war
Thousands dead in unmarked graves, or flag draped coffins, all will turn to ash
If the ashes blew in a torrent of blood and storm, would Bush apologize
For all the lies he's told to kill these innocent souls, or would he just turn away?
And return to the heart of his empire, the oval office, as cold and dead as his soul
Through the cries of the fallen lies a chance for redemption, will he choose it
Atone for the crimes and apologize to those shattered hearts who loved and lost?
Time alone will tell, with the tolling of the bell...
Copyright © Ian Horton | Year Posted 2006