Joyce Johnson Poet Rhyme

I Hear the Cry

By: Joyce Johnson

I hear the awful, mournful sound
coming from the hills around
as if all mothers on the Earth
at same time were giving birth.

The cry a low and doleful moan
for world’s disasters to atone.
The hills reverberate with sorrow
and deathly fear of the tomorrow.

Babies dying from a famine,
mankind must stop to examine
how to redistribute wealth,
bring all nations back to health.

Money spent to feed the war
could have gone to feed the poor.
We can never still the cry,
when the weak are left to die.



Michael's contest  "Sounds of a Cry"

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Gabriel Lopez August 5, 2011 at 11:05 AM If we could change our present time... good poem

Bob Quigley August 4, 2011 at 10:23 AM A powerful message. Congratulations on your win

Carol Sunshine Brown August 4, 2011 at 10:14 AM Congratulations on your placement in Michael's "Sound Of A Cry" contest Joyce. Love, Carol

Paul Beadnall August 4, 2011 at 9:54 AM Enjoyed reading your winner Joyce,congratulations blessings Paul

David Williams August 4, 2011 at 3:52 AM hey joyce, congrats on your win, David

Tim B August 3, 2011 at 6:26 PM Congrats Joyce on your win, a very emotional piece on how cruel mankind can be.

Linda-Marie Sweetheart August 3, 2011 at 6:13 PM Congrats Joyce on your excellent win with these amazing words so touching and deep luv..

Constance La France August 2, 2011 at 2:44 PM A wonderful and thought provoking poem, well done and best of luck in the contest and thanks for your comments on my poetry~~

Carolyn Devonshire August 1, 2011 at 4:00 PM Our whole world is in turmoil, Joyce, and the cries seem to remain unheard. I wish we could "bring all nations back to health" and your last verse gave me chills. Money we have for war, but none to feed our nation's poor? Something is terribly wrong. Praying for your brother. Love, Carolyn

Steven Cooke August 1, 2011 at 8:57 AM well written and well said , a meaningful poem. i like

Jl Sadberry August 1, 2011 at 7:59 AM Smile, *^_^* “I Only Smile At This Moment After Viewing This Hearts-Gripping Verse, Because of Your Lovely Beauty My Dear, Precious & Priceless, Loving Joyce Johnson. = I Found My Own Spirit Stirring Deeply Inside As My Beheld This Reflections Song *^_^* Brushed Amid The Colours of Love! == And This Splendour Alone, Marks This Jewel In Bittersweet for A Special Place Amid Humble Yet Hopefuls Faves; `Kudos!`” === My Love & Warmth to Your Beauty Always & Forever, Jasper *

Cyndi Macmillan August 1, 2011 at 5:54 AM Oh, Joyce, how very true. This one's truth cuts deep. Good luck in the contest. I hope it places at the very top- the more it's read, perhaps the more people will give towards ending the famine. Echoes of the eighties, Ethopia, have returned.... Hugs Cyndi