Violence Name Poems | Violence Poems About Name
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I met a hand with eyes but no vision
He touched me but only to fill his hunger
And I with a heart floated with anger
I wish I were a human
But not of this hand
I just asked one day but only within
The muscular hand was no less than a muddle head
In life it was panting for death
And I In death panting for the former
He knew he could free me
But his knowledge is destined ignorance
Alas! His heart pumps only blood, no care.
To my one day
I croaked to his deaf ears for years
But for one day
Neither a day is left nor a drop of hope
My heart pounced on request
And his on the lust to have me
I swam in his desire not in his concern
To my one day
I croak now to the world
Enchained in all this ego
Is there a hero out to rescue me
Oh I know the world is all a dark mirror of life
I know this just in one day
That my day has come
Copyright © Rakesh Arava | Year Posted 2014
It was supposed to be a shopping trip,
a time for a mother and daughter
to spend time together,
talking about the latest fads,
and the newest fashions,
and why her mother should
let her get a tattoo.
Time to share a decadent dessert
at a popular pastry shop in the heart of the city,
then light-heartedly complain to each other
about how it would go straight to their hips.
But now dust and debris cover the sun,
as people scream and children cry,
and subway cars are overturned,
and portions of tunnel disappear.
She was about to tell her mother
about the new boy in school,
and how he had smiled at her in the hallway,
and that his locker is right next to hers.
But her mother is no longer listening,
for she lies on her back
looking blankly into space,
a thin line of blood trickling from her lips.
And somewhere in another land,
people celebrate and rejoice,
thinking that God has
heard their prayers.
Copyright © David Pekrul | Year Posted 2017