Below is the poem entitled At the edge of life (part 1) which was written by poet
Alnsour. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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Joy, happiness, pain, sadness, love, passion, hatred, greed, tears, pleasure, grief, lies,
regret, pride, addiction, suicide....
Lots of emotions
Lots of feelings
Lots if confusions
Some are nothing but act, lies and performances
Some are truthful and painful
And Some are helpless and hopeless
I stand as a baby bird ready to fly
I blunder forth and back, Left and right
Where ever the wind takes me
Just like the voices in my head moving inside my mind
The sound of the screaming nights, the stormy lands, the raging hungry oceans, the cries
in every drop in a rainy day and the broken heart of the earth.
The floating sea animals, the burning forests!! Because of the intelligent acts of human!
Thoughts, poetry, stories scrawl across the white empty pages... Meaningless words!!
Safe, secure!! Look at them no houses, no families, no shadows... Nameless!
They're hungry for hugs and kisses for a bosom and we get angry for getting a bad payday
and they aren't getting any!
Their only shield is the naked trees!!
The mask of blessings and the beliefs of belongings are wilting with the fires of
loneliness and guilt.
The music of the weddings
The screams with every new birth
The voices of the crashing bones when a body hits the ground...another suicide!
The shouts of a girl lost in despair holding her father in her arm screaming for help to
save him...another heart attack!
War, human, peace, god!!
Voices of thunders - god creation - Reach from the farthest, vast skies burning houses
trees and cities.
Human creation crashing the skies blowing homes, women, babies... Blowing them into pieces!
Somewhere in this world in this minute a girl weeps
A child cries
somewhere in this world humanity fades
Some are killed
Some are hurt
Some lost in dreams
Lots of voices I can't handle
The thoughts of an addict living with a blue hole in his arm barely losing it
The thoughts of a daughter brutally beaten from an alcoholic father
The thoughts of an hungry child of war dreaming for a family to love him
And the thoughts of many more
I should have helped them all, but I can't!