Screaming at the Sky
Mothers screaming mournfully at a deaf sky
holding their heads helplessly as they cry
pitiful tears for innocent, defenseless children slaughtered
in fatal cross fires, deadly drug wars
drive-by shootings, and cases of mistaken identity
on blood-splattered streets, senseless endless violence; but
who really gives a damn, only grief-stricken
mothers screaming mournfully at a deaf sky.
(Form – Enjambment posted as Verse – 8 lines with 7 words in each line.
The 1st line and the 8th line are the same)
Copyright © Pandita Sanchez | Year Posted 2014
America the Free ~ America the Brave ~
Freedom with price Capitalism attacked
the many taken hearts broken still
one World try to rebuild
sadness and tears fall hard with fears
guilt by association many accused still
souls evaporated shattered dreams
tears fall on innocence left with anger
The proud fearless knew the inevitable
policeman fireman many lives lost
grieving does not stop 12 years later
New York city once proud & shameless
refusing to let fears in protecting ours
left in shock still question's unanswered
nothing learned nothing gained
ready to attack many left behind
anger greets denial anger meets rage
unacceptable still refusing new love
wanting days to rewind let us go back in time
acceptance allowing the victims leave in peace
the brave taken young leaving us sadly old
haunting dreams lost spirits dwell
no answers to hate never forgetting that day
Evil entered suddenly unforgiving fate
entering our City we stand with the fallen
How to fix how do we Change
This can be read many different ways ~ This is a poem I am so proud to write ~
Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013
Moonless Nights over South Sudan
heartless Moon, don’t tell me
that you weren’t looking
when soulless soldiers dragged me
from my mama’s terrified arms
in our village in Rubkona County
I know you covered your ears
so you wouldn’t hear
my screams piercing the fetid air
as those butchers dropped their pants
repeatedly ripping my body and soul apart
and I saw you cover your eyes
so blinded that you wouldn’t see
the stark horror reflected in my own eyes
the hot tears scorching my cheeks
sobbing for childhood forever lost
oh Mother Moon, Mother Moon
please cover your face
behind billowy black clouds
so that you can’t see
your daughter’s dejected, dead eyes
cowardly Moon, I forgive you
even after you turned your back on me
filling my days only with your dark side
as I sink deeper into a black hole
with no hope to guide me safely home
but helpless Moon, how can I blame you?
for you’re only a mere observer
powerless to defend me
feeling guilty for abandoning
your innocent children
Moon, you’ve witnessed it all before
the torn and bleeding
the tortured and maimed
all tied tightly to weeping trees
reeking of despair and pain
Moon, will you soon forget
my body dripping with bloody shame?
will anyone even remember me?
am I no one…with no name?
will you, Moon, mourn for me?
like you Moon, I am already ancient
over a hundred years it seems
yearning for freedom…
waiting for death…
and I’m only twelve years old
Note: This piece is dedicated to all the women and young girls who have been abducted, raped, and/or killed in the secret rape camps in South Sudan over the past two years. According to a human rights investigator, many of them are held indefinitely, tied up with hundreds of other women in these camps and used as sex slaves. Those women who escape from the sex camps are the lucky ones.
Copyright © Pandita Sanchez | Year Posted 2015
Tears rolling, owls hooting
A morning Mourning
The flow not soothing
It has happened once more
Many lives no more
Impunity and disrespect at its best
May the departed in peace rest.
A dark light has shone
To prove we are not strong
A new face has to be born
sleeping dogs be sent home with blankets
Let the real humans rise to fight.
This Impunity and disrespect at its best
And May the departed in peace rest.
Attack is their motto
should show them our moto (fire)
A tooth removed should be replaced
No negotiation for a life displaced
All we need is unity with no more tolerance
To fight this Impunity and disrespect at its best
And May the departed in peace rest.
why stay with bedbugs
Knowing well they drain blood?
why allow life long nightmares
Ruin your healthy slumbers
Why allow terror stay alive?
This is impunity and disrespect at its best
May the departed in peace rest.
Pledge to remain a patriot
Pledge to fight on the fore front
Pledge to stay loyal to sing a change choral
Pledge to end this impunity and disrespect at its best
May the departed in peace rest.
Copyright © Griffins Ndhine | Year Posted 2015
A phantom beauty sheathed within a gown of utter darkness,
Stalks the lonely avenues of Los Angeles, seeking in vengeances
Revenge for her murder to bring him unto justice’s final damnation!
On the corner of thirty-Ninth Street she pauses, in reverence for
The mangled corpus sliced in half, and posed in displays erotic
Subjective stance for the gawking voyeurs to view, in pleasures
Oh sweet mistress of the tragic, weeping with the bloodless tears
Of deaths draining futility, again she begins the walk of the tormented
Beast, the black Dahlia of mysteries suspense, trailing in the dark,
Within her silken shroud of her burial gown, crying outwardly
For mercy’s salvation, yet it is only the dead silence of the
Wintery breeze that answers in the stillness!
The burnt amber leaves of autumn, are crushed beneath the
Heavy feet, of a she ghost screaming within the nights empty
Hallows, beckoning unto the lord above, to return her life
Essence that was stolen by a slayers sharpened blade of
Degradation and mutilation, why the howling banshee
Yells, why what was my crime, to be tormented so!
The newspapers deadlines read, the Black Dahlia, was
Chopped, hacked in half in the middle, scrubbed by her
Assassin killer, whom slashed her chicks into a jokers
But this ebony dame, with the eyes of graying death,
Strides within the ethereal limbo between heaven and
Hell, begging for the after life’s illumination to set her
Free, from the netting of betrayals unjustified torment!
A figure of distinction, heckles in the black abyss beyond,
This fine gentleman birthed within the household of the
Elect, tact’s another trophies photo upon his wall of
Glories victims, she the women known as Elizabeth Short,
The black Dahlia!
Within this doctors black leather bag, lies secrets never spoken
Of in the light of day, clean are his instruments shimmery to the shine,
These slashers sharpened slicers cutting without mercy’s discrimination
Of depths degree, to please this serial killing physician of death!
Within the house holds of the elect and wealthy, a gentleman
Chameleon hides, protected by the birth rights of the cultured
Upper class, no one suspects this learned man of any wrongs doing,
The perfect cover, to stand right out in the open acquiescing others,
Of the bloody deeds his done!
Within the vaults of deception, on the high hills of rich and famous,
A demonic doctor of death, waits in the shadows for an unsuspecting
Victim to stride within his butchering claws of death, and the black
Dahlia searches for him, seething with vengeances fury!
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Copyright © cherl dunn | Year Posted 2015
People sharing life together
Every country, every land
All of us are in this together
Created for goodness and love
Every life is precious
Only fear can cause this kind of evil
Nothing good comes from suffering on this scale
Every person: man, woman, and child
All through the wide world should be able to
Remember a time without violence or pain
Truly knowing what it means to be safe
Heaven knows it is long overdue.
Copyright © Michael Campbell | Year Posted 2015
The fault line streamed from the Nazi state,
The Jewish Shoah, Holocaustic fate.
Mongolia, Croatia, and Belarus,
Humanity had no excuse.
Rwanda, Burundi, and South Sudan,
The full scope of terror's sad sway,
In Cambodia they pointed their fingers
To where the horrid 'Killing Fields' lay.
The dire purges in Mother Russia, by the brutal Stalinist guild,
Ancient Turkey, the Ottoman Empire, so many Armenians killed,
And legions of Greeks to their deaths there went,
Assyrians too, until nearly spent.
The fault line leaves remains that burn,
We see them ever, and then,
The hard way is how we have to learn,
Over and over again.
The fault line runs on steel rails across the "American" land,
A tomb, a gloom, an iron doom, for my wife's native band.
Copyright © Doug Vinson | Year Posted 2016
An angel formed from
lake of purity,a gift to
darkest parts of hearts.
A chaste damsel,
untouched rose from the
garden of the elves.
Sent to earth,made an
abode in a gentleman's
cherished and loved.
As time travelled,another
fella whom she trusted
lured her to un-saintly act
Her pride laid on altar of
dishonor and infidelity.
Her life she almost
snuffed,she feared the
love of her true love
would be lost. Alas! bond
of love is indivisible.
Shattered,with a broken
spirit she tries to mend
the pieces....on the
shoulder of her lover she
leans,hoping to soothe
her bruised heart.
A true story,a close
pretty lady friend of mine
was raped by her family
called her and told her
his mum was very sick.
She called me and
confided in me .
Don't know whether to
encourage her to call the
Copyright © Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu | Year Posted 2013
The society is broken
With a lot of pain and sadness
Cries of mothers to their children
Can't understand the dynamics of the society
Looking for peace in a torn white flag
Hypocrites leading, yet destroying our hope
We share the same Earth
Though blood spills on it
Rumors of war been heard far and near
Can this continue for long?
Look into the mirror
You'll see our future is broken
Our young children practicing sex
As if its a must to embrace their peers
Look at how life goes on without scolding the wrongs
Abortion the protocol of the day
Lets not live to our consequences
Let the violence seize
It starts with you and me
Lets stop burying in the cemetery
How many more will be sacrificed?
For the worse?
Think about it and speak your mind
No more violence.
Copyright © ENOCK SANG | Year Posted 2015
I was born in a world of poverty and soiled life of a third world country
The way I lived till I was five years of age was walls of boundary
These walls had towers of guards that had no heart or care
If a child would try to climb the wall they lose their life I swear
Father had drank and threatened my mother with a knife
My father lost his job and wife and that was the hardship of life
He stopped my mother from taking off with me in her arm
Hoping that my father would ignore and left me be with no harm
When my father went off to drink one night and came home with rage
My brothers stood by my crib and took a beating that set up the next stage
My father had woken up to three scared children half starved and in pain
His final words as he walk away from the orphanage gate live life do not go insane
I was still a baby in the orphanage; the caretakers did not really care about the babies
They stole items and materials those wicked men and maternal evil ladies
They starved all the babies because it cost a lot to keep them alive
As a child of that age I could feel the sins and greed that gave out bad vibes
I was ignorant about what I drank and ate, as I see white maggots move in my bottle
As I see them move I thought about how they were playing and some were hostel
They ate each other to keep each other alive in a manner that took me by surprise
In the back round I hear others throwing things with sounds of painful cries
I got very strong at a young age I was able to start pulling myself up over the cage
My feelings were to see my brothers with strong lungs that I cried out of rage
My two brothers came to see me and sneak food into my crib
The caretaker would find the food in my hands as they grabbed it and hit me on my ribs
As painful as it was I kept eating the food with blood in my mouth as it was instinct
I sometimes laid in my crib dazed and confused with smell of death so distinct
With all my might I kept myself strong and climb the small wall
I finally was old enough to get out of the building and I could hear my brothers call
With tears of joy with short legs that ran as fast as my heart
I ran to my brothers arms and held their hands to have a new start
I grew stronger everyday but more things came into my life in a manner of dismay
If my brothers stay by my side I could smile and everyday their would be okay
Copyright © Reynaldo Mast | Year Posted 2013
When wind’s silence
heralds boundless oblivion
and the trembles of cracked earth
raise the dust of tears
dried by the boundless footfalls
of sallow flesh
When a thread of gold
brings unearthly thought
and the misconception
of suns fallen
drives foolish men to their knees
in unending tremors
An army of one
frees the air from his fingertips
and stays not his opal blade
as it bites the rotted gray necks
of kings released from their wrongful bliss
by his trembling palms
An army of one
unconstrained by nature’s volume
freed by the sin of his naivety
yet, bound by earth’s oldest secret
as the scarlet sun weeps
its bloodied tears
An army of one
his cloak worn through
by the acid blood of his deception
and his bones stilled;
the branches of a dying oak
which no longer caress the wind
Copyright © Avery Swarthout | Year Posted 2015
Millions of lives and souls untold
And to account it all
Words, lines, films
A sliver of soft, scarlet ribbon
Writers flare with passion so strong
Filling minds with fantasies, reveries, histories
We consume it all like freshly baked bread
We feed until we are engorged and fed
A viral, universal mess
Ideas and unmade memories
Nothing more or less
My eyes remain glued to the screen
Living it all out
Tears dare to flow—to doubt
I should have thought of that
Can I truly let myself believe,
Someone else lived that!
Pound away your directors, script-writers, fighters
For miles and miles of stories remain unread
While the unknown remain in the grounds of humble malnourishment
Careers for the mind with a twist of the fable
Left us savage for the meal and the crumbs under the table
I can never let the raw truth rest
Naked, bare and empty—soothed
Nothing more or less
I cringed for originality
Observed the world through the unedited scripts
The very act, the poetry pact
The wild animal drooling in the back
I was slapped in the face by my boss who had cracked
As the reviews bloated less and less
They wanted something awful, something flaw-ful—something new
And this empty brain in agony—HISSED
I have lived in no epic battle of account
Of the collateral sufferings of my brothers
The stories the red carpet smothers
And still I ache to create
Before the other ones discover
I returned with ‘‘oh me’s’ and ‘oh my’s’’
With a work of pure genius—a storybook of lies
Nothing more or less
Little have I lacked to dream
Of contortioned pulls and dramatic fire
Stories that rarely brittle or tire
I fiddled with precious glass on edge
Foully eager for self-damage
As if it would trigger some legitimate spark
Searching for creatures and features in the dark
No one unlocked the passage that night
For the starving idea-parched malice of right
But all welcomed with open arms
A pale mannequin filled with jewels and charms
Consuming, fuming dooming
All ghosts hoping, screaming, looming
Hoping that one day they would find themselves on the big screen
Their legacy real as it can possibly get
Nothing more or less
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013
Your words are like stones
Whether skipped or thrown
They fly alone
Bruising and breaking deeper than bones
Yet pain from these stones will never be shown.
Whether near or far
She'll faithfully wait
Till the unknown date
When those stones are kind and lost of hate
You make mistakes
Yes she can relate
But what if the pain becomes to great
Whe the kindness comes too late
Such small pieces of her heart
whats left to make
She gave to much
Now there's none to take
Just one everlasting ache
That your stones did create
They say you can never retake
A women's heart once it breaks
So next time withhold the quake
Your stones with take
And keep this lesson
As a dear keepsake.
<3 Kalee Lynn
Copyright © Kalee Robertson | Year Posted 2013
There are no words
There are no words, to describe the pain
there are no words to try to explain
How senseless gun violence is!
There are no words, there are way too many tears
there are no more words to allay your many fears
From wicked evil acts!
There are no words, to describe how we feel
there are no words, the numbing pain is real
The loss is overwhelming!
There are no words, to explain why man kills
there are no words to explain or justify the thrill
There just... are no words!
This poet is...left speechless!
A young mother who is pregnant is shot dead in her car in Toronto
no known motive.Her baby delivered by C section died yesterday.
Christina Grimmie popular young singer shot dead signing autographs after concert.
John Derek Hamilton
Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2016
To arise alone in a half complete bed
half of what was once whole
A drowsy confusion
guides brown eyes to
the white letter
calmly resting in the mornings light
The beautiful present
written within the white
brings forth blurry vision
forgetting in an instant all that was to be
He was already treding
his destiny that he
beckoned on himself
from early days
of tea and training
Of a frightening home
a loving brother
to a barren land
now eyes of hate
To have known
what was awaiting him
at the end of this road
and to keep walking
toward the beast
he had created
To die in the arms
of the one he’d raised
of the one he betrayed
was his fate
of that mournful day
Copyright © Kay Ham | Year Posted 2015
When chaos brings civilization to its knees
From world wide pandemic critical disease
Or when a tsunami consumes everything beyond the shores
Swallowing the landscape and changing life as we know
Earthquakes shake the very foundation of this world
Or an astroid penetrates the cradle of birth
Bring us back to the primitive unleashing the truth
From the umbilical chord we are more ferocious than rabid wolves
And we will kill fellow man just to survive
Or just for the desire of taking ones life
What is compassion but a dead corpse on the road
Adrenalized by fear no time for sorrows
No need to worry about a world war zombie apocalypse
We're already flesh eating monsters wearing dead skin
Most people panic when they lose internet or their lights
Autonomy is just a word most people can no longer define
And your money isnt worth *****so forget trying to buy
Your way out of cleansing while you run out of time
So learn to die well and hold your loved ones real tight
As you pray that your death will let you ascend to new heights
Beans, bullets, and bandaids are all that I'll need
To keep population zero from taking over me
**** being hopeful could we really be so naive
To think that in these days we could some how find peace
When our mother earth gets restless and releases all of her worst
The only thing more destructive is our human nature
Copyright © Jesse James Forster | Year Posted 2013
Grey, melting, dry skin
Are you lost?
Bloodthirsty, horrible creature
You are afraid of the reality--
but you know the nightmare you don't live is true
Lifeless, dead eyes
You see nothing but hunger
You're a cry in the lonely night
a dream, never remembered
with your menacing, crippled pace
and your intention to cause pain
To tear into the relations of your long, gone feelings
You're just a death threat to the burned, flaming world
Silly, mangled, tired face
with your lurking, stalking, restless gaze
You long for touch, you cry for resurrection
without saying a single, broken word
You greeted death with open arms
the pain you felt when you knew you were gone
But death gives you a slap to the face
laughing a wicked cackle, he's mocking sly mace
A morbid reality
You're trapped in this dying, apocalyptic dimension
a never ending stab in your crisp, grey chest
a feeling of pain, eternal, doomed depression
And it never ends
a spiral of insanity that won't give you rest
Alone, you're all alone now
no one to run you, no one to help
With your paralyzed gait
and your threatening, guilty eyes
they see nothing, nothing at all
A shot through the head
will surely bring you back
you're not alone forever
Soon the nightmare will end
and you'll be gone once again.
Copyright © Jessie Rae | Year Posted 2015
You think you’ve gone just far enough,
I could smile knowing you’ve gone far enough that you can’t go back again
You think you were careful but,
I’ve caught a glimpse of your true, wretched form
You think you can find a way into my good graces
I’ve seen what you are, monsters with a friendly costume
You can’t deceive me anymore and, I don’t consort with serpents
You think I’m a game to be played but, trust me, you could never win
Don’t underestimate me
You think I’m a joke but, trust me you won’t be laughing
You think I’m just talking myself up but, trust me, you’re the ones going down
My eyes took too long to adjust
Better late than never
It may take a monster to know one but, I promise my teeth are sharper than yours
My first reaction to the hideous revelation that was your form was to weep
Fall to my knees, maybe even wretch my heart from my chest and onto the carpet
Then I thought about the mess it would make
I decided the only blood that will spill, will be your own
I was not weak, but I had a weakness
A heart of soft gold stitched to my sleeve with care
Now my heart is a stone so heavy
I could kill at least two birds at once
Being the nice guy is a thing of the past
Thanks for freeing me of that softness
You thought I was all sunshine and delicate things
When really I had just been swallowing razor blades
Now that sun is setting and I hope you see it was you who were wrong
Can you feel my darkness coming, because it’s eager to hold you
If you thought I was the one who would just stand still or turn to run
Your gonna be the one with tired feet
I’m not sad anymore
Just sick with the plague of your lies
Contagious, and I’m looking for someone to kiss
Even angels can make themselves wicked
When we do, we take no prisoners
Still think I’m a game
This one is just beginning
Copyright © Alexander Schwartz | Year Posted 2013
Sex Trafficking, It Must Be Stopped!
There are some girls who are brutally betrayed,
Ripped apart from their families who care,
Stolen at knife point, maliciously swayed,
Stolen at night when no one is aware.
Some are promised a life full of laughter,
Jobs in a new world and careers of fame,
Only to find nightmares for long after,
Bondage, torture and such horrible shame.
Some run away from parents in anger,
Thinking they know best for their future path,
Soon to be ensnared, put in great danger,
Sold, beaten, forced to endure cruel wrath.
How can we rescue these priceless pearls?
What can we do for these precious girls?
-written by Kathi Preston
Copyright © Kathi Preston | Year Posted 2016
Gender Based Violence [GBV]
There is more suffering
Hide not rape, child defilement, spouse battering__
Mental torture and verbal abuse
You must seek peace, love,forgiveness and justice
Then you will be drawn away from cruelty
No need for deadly tit-for-tat attacks:
Legistrators need to strenghen laws
No need for immunity from prosecution
Investigators must examine gathered evidence
Perpetraitors should face the wrath of the judiciary
Why not stop gender based violence?
Dedicated to Gender Based Violence Activists
Copyright © chipepo lwele | Year Posted 2012
I do not know?
*A assignment was due in class. *
Every time a gun shoots
A tree looses its roots
Every time there is bloodshed
Along with it millions of tears are shed
Every time a heart is stabbed
Someone else’s life gets barren
As violence grows
Many more mothers moan
The sounds of destruction
Overpowers the voice of those
Who are innocent
Who suffer with no reason
Who beg for life
Who have heart full of innocence
Why do so much violence?
That the child’s cry cannot be heard
When his father is killed
Why do so much violence?
That a mother moans
Over her child’s dead remains
Why do so much violence
For winning any stupid battle
Which is taking lives
Of people who have wives
And mothers and children
When you can keep calm
Talk things out
Do whatever you can
To keep violence out
Because there is no sin as big as
Copyright © donna lu | Year Posted 2013
I want to drown my urge to die
I want to kill my pulse inside
I can't breathe, I'm paranoid
Everything in life I avoid
Don't speak to me, I'll look away
Inside my eyes is just decay
I'm already dead, but have yet to die
Why do I keep my body alive
My soul is dead, eyes are lies
So is the smile I hide behind
Pull the plug, I'm a fake
In a nightmare and I cannot wake
Drown me! I'm flooded in pain
Please help me regain
Some peace, some rest
I want to die to live again
Set me free
Slitting my wrists isn't working
The more stares I get
The more I become numb
I just need to be gone
Eliminate my pain,
I'm already out of breath
Suffocating on my hopelessness
Every day I am alive
But I'm craving to die inside
Curved smile because your so naive
You think I'm happy
Yet I'm being crushed
My head is overflowing
With these thoughts that are too much
One word, suicide
Sparks a light inside of my eyes
I don't want to pretend to live
Let me go, flood me in sin
There is where I want to swim
Six feet under the ground
Don't be selfish
And keep me in pain
To tourture my lifeless body again
Let my body float soundly
Rushing water, ocean salt
I promise I won't feel it at all.
End it, hold me under
Then bury me so I can slumber
Goodbye lifeless eyes
As I'm dying I'll be coming alive
Deleted from my mind
As I leave this world behind
Floods my lungs
Leans in for a kiss
Together we sink into insanity
And drown in infinitys abyss.
Copyright © Karissa Kelley | Year Posted 2013
The Martyr Girl
Arabic Poem by: Jasem Al-Khafaji*
Translated into English by:
Inaam Al-Hashimi (Gold_N_Silk)
In your absence,
Dreariness, in every class,
Has been the prayer of the break..
Every teacher calls your name,
His voice falls slaughtered, in pain, on his lips..
In every standing and every sitting,
Your class condoles with your desk..
Without you there, the schoolyard feels empty
The bell sounds strangled as it tolls for you..
Oh, grief of all schools!
Oh, weariness of all lessons!
Too young to be gone..
Your mother wished to see you a bride..
Vacant was your stand in the lines and rows
For the flag ceremony
The flag was raised..
The blackboard is missing your words
Saddened with no words to spell
“Dar” … “Door”
When your braid caught fire,
The kids tried to put it off with your bookcase
Their hands were too small to carry water..
May God help your mother..
Your mother, who, in her grief, turned white,
Like daylight upon your coffin
Your mother, who, with slaps of grief,
Drew skipping squares on her cheeks
Your mother, who raised your hand in prayer to God
Your mother, who used to come to get you,
At the end of the school day
Your mother, who, not even once,
Received a teacher’s note complaining about you
Your mother, who is wrapping ribbons
Around your pictures
In madness after you
God help your mother, who, in her grief,
Turned white like daylight upon your coffin..
O God, May all bombs be paralyzed,
And all blasts be blinded!
* Jasem Al-Khafaji is a poet from Iraq,
The poem is in Iraqi folks spoken dialect
Copyright © Inaam Al-Hashimi | Year Posted 2014
Folding myself everyday with new looks
Changing my psyche every day, at each case,
It’s you, just you, who melted me
As the wax is liquefied each day
Without any exceptionality.
To make new shapes, new look;
As the artist wishes to heap all over again,
And proof his own creativity he regained;
Are you such an artist, to unfold me always?
Is it love that kept still me in your cage?
Or, is it my weakness as I’m afraid of being free?
I don’t know- still why do I trust or rely on thee!
I’m unaware of thy soul, thy cruel personality,
I dare to know why I embrace this comical brutality.
I feel, my weakness brings you fun and immense strength,
Providing you capital to create your art for bringing fame.
My question is, why me? Why have you chosen me?
Is it for-I don’t have a soul anymore, who will feel shame or infamy?
Tasmina Hayat Khan
8th November 2015
Copyright © Tasmina Hayat Khan | Year Posted 2015
Parisians were enjoying a lovely evening
and their Joie De Vivre was radiating;
every joyful eye in the Concert Hall, in restaurants, in cafés,
in the Stadium and busy streets captivated stunning images!
A revengeful voice rose from within the young, swaying crowd;
bullets flew to kill them randomly while outside all windows
rattled and glass shattered like crystals! Shot people dropped to the sidewalks:
terror had began! Everywhere one turned there was carnage
by the savages: some fled to safety as gunshots continued!
Chaos spread quickly than fire! Paris the city of " Liberte' " was under siege!
Express your sympathy for the French People who have experienced Hell,
bring your flag and flowers and light a candle where they were shot and fell;
Paris mourns: the Eiffel Tower is darker than the streets that lack their harmony!
Paris is that iconic symbol of Liberty which her brave sons fought for so gallantly!
My poem is dedicated to Paris:
the City Of Lights and Liberte'.
Written on 10/20/2015
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2015
A beast with dark red eyes,
to give out fire burning lies,
a beast with such a hunting nose,
terrible stench where ever it goes.
A beast with teeth like jagged knives,
its mouth of saws taking lives,
a beast with horns like powerful steel,
when there is pain, it will not feel.
A beast with sharp and bloody claws,
its body of scales against all laws,
a beast with a swinging tail of spikes,
to stab through anything it likes.
A beast with wings to slice through air,
to fly and kill without a care,
a beast with death in its mind and heart,
from somewhere far and worlds apart.
Copyright © Caitlin Rimmer | Year Posted 2013
A tear stains blue steel,
Washing sweat, blood, powder, skin ...
Demons come smiling.
Copyright © Greg Barden | Year Posted 2017
Tragedy! That’s the word -
Enough to put silence on every lips.
It’s become famous to today’s clumsy world.
Shuttering hopes, wincing shallow glimpse
To see beyond the walls of tomorrow.
Tragedy! It weighs tons -
Enough load for the heart to fake tears.
It is an unfolding switch of pros and cons
A villain undermining the triumph of nations for years.
A snaring dragon falsifying a sleep in the meadow.
Tragedy! It’s a hunt game on chase -
Where its hunters pray for a catch of their prey.
A mystery and puzzle case,
That take decades to solve I must say.
It’s become a deadly troll’s barrow.
Tragedy!A graveyard -
Where scavenging vultures feast.
A political creed of corruption, what a retard?
A greed infestation – a global heist,
A canker – that knows nothing of sorrow.
Tragedy! It’s become the orphanage cries,
A tormenting plight,
And the preachers lies.
A darkness to fight – by light,
Put all vanity to a shape – narrow.
Copyright © Osei Kofi Daniel | Year Posted 2016
I turned to the bottle because I'm a Cop.
I was a good Policeman but it had to stop.
I couldn't stand the crime and violence anymore.
It got to be something that I could not ignore.
A six year old kid was killed in the cross fire when a gang decided to attack.
I had to explain to his parents that their son got a big hole blown in his back.
I saw so many deaths that it became hard to even keep my meals down.
I could no longer tolerate the violence in this crime infested town.
I couldn't continue being a Cop, it was something I couldn't take.
It bothered me so much that every day my hands would shake.
My career as a Police Officer came to an end.
And sadly, the bottle became my best friend.
As I sit alone in this bar, the bartender is pouring me drinks.
Please don't be a Police Officer in this town, it really stinks.
(This is a fictional poem)
Copyright © randy johnson | Year Posted 2014
The country is in a state of uncertainty
Almost every week there is a bloody scene that’s dark and dreary
On the daily some hearts are suffering endlessly
Right now we feel hatred, melancholy, malice, and envy
It should show that we are bereaved
Every mind and heart should be grieved
There are evil demonic spirits at work that our brains can’t yet comprehend
I do believe that this evil unseen started this trend
I also believe that’s why our minds feel these lost and hopeless emotions
We are constantly invaded by these deadly cataclysmic commotions
Until we look within this country needs to repent of its sins
This is where spirituality begins
God’s love for us is strong it won’t waiver or bend
Together we all have to strive to survive thinking life won’t end
Let’s stop playing this blame game
All of these mass killings…. it’s a crying shame
This isn’t just radical thinking, rather rational thinking
I can’t let the strife of this world erase my jubilant smile
In all of this catastrophic senseless murders I still have love, peace and joy in my lifestyle
As our hearts are broken and stricken with grief we’ve all bled pain like drops of rain
But Let us be wise and humble our hearts…. and love each other in Jesus’s name
Revelation 21:4 ‘He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death’ or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.”
Copyright © Jeffrey Lee | Year Posted 2016