Something beautiful, something ugly
Something beautiful trapped inside a black hole;
The monster is feeding and swallowing hope.
It’s swallowing souls as its fingers hold,
Us down by our throats and it will never let go.
Something beautiful, something ugly;
Someone to love, when fear has a grip on me.
Let it go and rise once more!
Kick down the exit door and once more feel the warmth.
Been cold so long, I have forgotten the heat,
As strangers meet;
They soon disappear and become a friend or a lover.
After walking alone down barren streets,
With no knowledge of what it is we should seek;
Until we find a love we have always needed to discover.
Something beautiful hidden beneath;
Something ugly, plain for all to see.
Give them all a remedy and allow them to see beauty.
Misery is surely ugly;
Bitterness seeks the incomplete.
Wondering how to become complete;
Lacking good will, detesting humanity.
Something beautiful, something ugly;
We are human. Words are used without dignity.
Something beautiful, something ugly;
We are all humane and we are at war with ourselves.
Destroy the fiend you call your friend;
Because when the time comes, they will offer you no help.
Something ugly, something beautiful;
The pain has been removed, so you can fly high now people.
Age is a thief; time is not your friend.
We are condemned to lose our beauty and become ugly in the end.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Copyright © Aa Harvey | Year Posted 2016
Every day I go on Facebook to check on my wall, I just stare and wonder if I even know you people at all.
I go on Twitter to tweet a tweet, then on Instagram to share a random picture of my feet.
I post just about the most ridiculous things, including what I wear and what I eat.
I can't stand my page being blank and white, so I come up with a funny story, whenever I can't think of anything else to write.
If I'm really bored I might check out someone else's page instead, to post a rude comment about something they said.
I don't hang out with a lot of friends, but according to the internet, I have over a hundred and ten!
This is everyone's routine day by day, as we check posts, and secretly call each other names as we pass in the hallway.
We no longer have genuine compassion; instead we get straight to the point, something I like to call bashing.
We think it's normal to yell "Amy's having a baby and Mark is going crazy!"
Texting is another great hobby, I just got a message calling Amy a slut, and Mark's girlfriend a complete nut.
We call this our way to connect, but society is turning into a wreck.
Social media helps us to keep in touch, but I think it's the reason we haven't slept much.
Sometimes I stay on my phone till 4 in the morning, but who needs sleep anyways?
The internet is such a time consumer.
Its fast pace has even caught up to the late bloomers.
I think I’m going crazy; I can hardly go a day.
I wonder if other people are this way.
It’s such a distraction while I’m supposed to be doing homework.
But keeping up with all these statuses is already enough work.
You can find EVERYONE on Facebook!
From aunts to uncles and about a million girls named Brook.
Some people write about the most interesting things,
Including their relationships which have no strings.
Reminds me of Anita,
So easy to please, seems charming and wise, but easy for all the guys.
Meanwhile, Sammy is bullied until she sits there and cries.
Our eyes are glued to the screens that only causes affliction,
Welcome to social media, the world's latest greatest addiction.
Copyright © natasha ann | Year Posted 2013
I live where angels fear to walk
Don’t ask questions, no one’s gonna talk
Another kid’s innocence is being take
Their thirst for blood will never slacken
Love is something only found in a fairytale
But those don’t comfort, when home is spelled H E L L
Left alone for days on end
Nothing else to do but play pretend
Trying to get lost in a dream
But when that doesn’t help, all you can do is scream
I’ve called the devil by his first name
His eyes are cold, mine are the same
I live where angels fear to tread
By the time you find me, I’ll probably be dead
Copyright © Grace Faolian | Year Posted 2013
Speech of Tears – Zamreen Zarook
Drops of tears from our purl conveys a lot,
Each an every shedding has a ballot,
By identifying the core, our hands should allot,
Because, some might be extremely as shallot.
Chipper and blissfulness gives you cool tears,
Whereas in console and divesting flow hot tears,
Fear and pains give drains of tears,
Nothing that can be patch with dollars.
Some deliveries are automatic,
While some productions are acoustic,
Another drain says I am really bombastic,
Tears are at last solely cubistic.
They convey the emotions,
People go in search for solutions,
They become happy when they are with the precautions,
Reactions again as the tears, it’s the real abbreviation.
Copyright © Zamreen Zarook | Year Posted 2013
When I met her , a very old lady she was , yet inside lay a frightened child .
I felt my heart cry , I felt as if I was touching history itself , as I made this older lady, child, chai .
I remember the day , and so many tears I have cried
I have cried before she and I met
As a child , so many tears, left confused inside .
Not understanding Why , and how could we stand by and live our lives as if this never happened ?
It happened , we are left in dismay of the movies seen the accounts taken of History
My self ..I have caught stereotyping the very people whom did this to she , the rest of her Family erased .
The white candles we light , we try and forgive , or just simply block this pain out completely.
It occurs , over and over , as it has been said History will repeat .
When thinking of my children , when I think of that little girl losing , cold and scarred , feeling only defeat .
There is a lesson here and I pray , that all whom have been taken from life , have no pain and are gifted spirits throughout eternity . May they be warmed with love, and reunited with the ones they lost .
The first time I met her , her old hand I took and warmed it with mine , I held it for a long time .
You could not, but notice ..the Evil imprinted on skin , the Evil only to remind.
This very old Soul , in her eyes you could see .
The child that once lived , so innocently free, not aware yet, of the Hostility .
I speak of a Little girl, I speak of a old woman , I speak of a Jewish, chosen Religion.
There as I held her frail , old hand , a brand , a number stamped in Evil a long time ago . In 1945 , once in our distant, yet Frightening past .
We should never forget , never forget it happened , never forget all the names .
If we do , we have learned nothing , A World living in Shame .
" Etta Babooshka Kofman "
Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013
Love is a wonder
shared by one another
it's the only reason
I'm not six feet under
Love in which I believe
in a will to sustain
I give back to life, now
in dormant states of pain
The power of Love
may not alone be enough
locked inside my dreams
escape only from above
higher than any human being
has ever gone before
I must have evolved
rise above hate, great once more
My Father taught me wisdom
I am imprisoned no longer
now an beast not of burden
I am no lion, I am stronger
on my shoulder sits twin dragons
long awaiting the day
evil forces come forth to
take what Love is left, away
A Hero of Love light
are what the world needs
angels, not demons
exist where ever you believe
follow your heart's direction
and you shall achieve
objects of affection
rid of materialistic greed
My bright energy
has awakened to a fire
never consuming the source
as the flames just grow higher
that is the desire
of a product we call Love
Fear, the counterpart
what I was once made of
I am slowly learning
how to win when my peace
is harder to sharpen
so I have given my pen leave
the sword has its uses
I must say I believe
to vanquish the evil
in the minds too diseased
to serve any purpose
except their own selfish ones
tomorrow a new day
in the clarity of the sun
where we two are now one
and one done now does
bring about a great change
lit by the righteousness of Love.
Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2013
I Love the elderly
so full of history
I love my generation
who kept me a mystery
I love the children
who's future, now bright
for I have died for them
to capture the light
for i understand
pain more than ever
once I released it
the anger got better
as it went away from the people
and into my music
without a single
reason to prove it
without a reason
to let Love's light in
I didn't, it found me
and lesser I sin
God and my father
both let me know
it would all be okay
so very long ago
even tho the road
would be full of pricks
even back then I'd tell them
you can all suck my dick.
Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2013
I was his friend from the first time he opened his eyes
I taught his his first words
We took our first steps together his first and my second time around learning to walk
you see for me he was my whole world
I flip my truck three times when I was just two months pregnant with him you see
I spent seven months in bed getting him here and then another year in a wheelchair
being push by me with him in my lap cause I wouldn't let anybody take him from
I fought tooth and nail to walk so nobody could claim me unfit
I change my baby, bathed him,fed him and god bless him too and he grew
He weighted in at 30 lb. and 30" when he turn about 2 so I knew God was in the house
This child was special he was god's child on loan from god he knew so much about the bible we took him to the lords house everywhere if it was at the fort mims reenacnmet he knew what the preacher left out but I didn't
As he grew about 12 yrs. something happen and I don't know why but he told me mommy I don't love you anymore
I have tried to be his friend he won't let me in
I cry at night I wish I knew what happen to us
I know I got brain cancer and had brain surgery but I had not fully recovered
And unless thats what cause this rejection of me
I hope it isn't because he can't deal with loosing me
He is 26 yrs. old and I lost him many years ago
Copyright © Patricia Bernard | Year Posted 2014
I hate Ni**as
When I’m looking and staring at this burden world in my vision and I see the world collapsing especially in the poverty streets all I see is ignorance and stupidity. I see a disgrace , I see ni**as ni**as that can’t live up to their higher expectations. Whatever happen to the blacks and browns ? Whatever happen to our role models ? Ni**as these days need to step up and be a man being a gangbanger a pimp and a drug dealer isn’t no excuse that is just being ignorant and just can’t handle your business as a man . The differences between a ni**a a black man and a brown man is a black man and a brown man is well educated and is always providing for his family and stick with his job and career to pay for his living. Ni**as are just plain lazy some even claim they bout it when they had everything good and blissful in their childhood. Ni**as always think in their thick minding skulls that life is so easy and hopeless that they don’t have to put in work well in the troublesome streets. Whatever happen to our sisters respecting themselves ? Why all a sudden they have to be such hoodrats and allow these ni**as to disrespect ya’ll like some damn dogs have some sense ya’ll beautiful and strong please don’t be bitches and sluts. What happen to our blacks and browns ? Whatever happen to our ni**as speaking and spitting that deep lyrical meaning in the music ? WE created and built this rap and hip hop and now we destroying it and poisoning it.
We have a choice to not be a ni**a in this society.
We have a choice to be a somebody in this society .
Put down the guns.
Stop disrespecting and fighting the cops by calling them pigs.
To get respect you must quit being ni**as and hoodrats.
How can someone respect you when you act like ya’ll not well educated ?
I feel so disgrace to be brown because the world of my kind ashames me. Ni**as are so hypocritical when a white person uses the word ni**a and they have the audacity to get mad and beat they asses when ya’ll ni**as uses the word a lot until we stop abusing it then any race have the right to use it. It’s never too late to have a dream of something. Do it for your kids Do it for your family and most of all do it for yourself. Ya’ll are not ni**as deep down ya’ll just want to act like it. The word doesn’t owe you jack. The world wants yall to put in work and stop being sorry for yourself because being sorry for yourselves won’t allow you to grow just be mad at reality forever. I will not go down with ni**as that ain’t good. I will not join ni**as in some hoods. Until they do the right thing and become blacks and browns then I be all right but until then I hate ignorant ni**as . Be a man of your word and your society.
I hate ni**as that can’t provide.
I hate ni**as that can’t choose a better life.
I hate ni**as that disrespect our Sisters.
I hate ni**as that can’t accept their morals.
I hate ni**as that kill.
I hate ni**as that can’t pay a bill.
I hate ni**as that gang bang.
I hate ni**as that be pimping women .
Live up to the high expectations don’t let the streets make you and own you allow yourself to better yourself and avoid these no good streets.
Copyright © Cmack Estevez | Year Posted 2016
Young Love In Auschwitz
Not into life too firm, and dying slow
before the years intended for death's claim,
youth wasted by the way she had to go,
she never had the chance to feel love's flame;
nor cast her flashing eyes in teasing's charm
to courting boys, who begged her company,
whom otherwise would keep her safe from harm
and far removed from how life had to be;
though spring was on, the time for love's sweet breath,
in hunger is a pain that stops love cold,
and in love's place the hope for instant death
was all that kept her here, and growing old.
Somewhere deep in her heart, his probing eyes
brought feeling her life couldn't recognize.
© Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2016
I don't have the same stamina as a young man,
some girls look away and others say, " Sir! "
Is that because I am aging and losing my hair;
lately I've been wearing a cap, but they still grin!
Is Rogain the solution and the end to my frustration?
Will it be worthwhile to grow a full head of hair
and fool myself that I defy age and receive flair?
Why hate myself...instead of getting rid of pretention?
I can feel better accepting myself reaching maturity
without those silly attempts of turning the clock back;
I had my glory: memorable days full of laughter and vitality,
let others begin their journey and not end up a lonely Jack!
Copyright ( c ) 2015 by Andrew Crisci
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2015
Bubbling brown ridges strike
The confining dimensions in a hostile yawn:
Walk the world no longer, an ending beckons,
A precipice builds moments where swallows wager wings
On new seed: New breeds.
Falling buys the assurance of seconds
From a sinking well.
Remember us when the globe begins to slip,
Bang drums for our pity:
Our crescendos mean less than meaningless.
And then, when spheres crack, continue
On the whorl of a thumb,
Stretching hope to nothing.
Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013
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
Today I saw her
As if for the first time
She had aged dramaticly
Deep lines all over her face
crippled and deformed she was now
Barely clinging to life
When once she was so beautiful
So full of energy strength and perfectly
Shape from head to toe
I recall many complimenting her beauty
I felt so proud
Yet now I felt a deep fearing pain in my heart
Now I've noticed how
She looked tired and worn out
As if she once fought many battles
Yet won few
Many scars she worn upon her skin deep and thick
But not as many nor as deep as the ones
She wore unpon her heart
She had not always been good in her life
Fallen to bad habits and bad decisions
Selfish and cold hearted at one point
I had spent many years angry at her and even
Maybe a little hate
But when I saw her today for the first time
I heard criies so loud and it was my heart breaking
I knew then I had always loved her
And now in her old age sickened by her past choices
Clinging to life
yet knowing death peeks from around the corner
I realized I shouldn't have wasted so much time
Holding on to what cannot be changed
I realized that precious moments will
Never have another chance
And I have lost them because of my own poor choices
Now as I watch my mother slowly and painfully go
I will be losing someone that is so dear to my heart
That has shared more than half of my life
With me and there is no more time
To show her how much I love her
Now when I seen her for the first time
I saw how precious she was to my heart
I saw how much more I will be alone
I saw one half of me being gone
I saw just how much she meant....
Copyright © Carissa l Barriga | Year Posted 2016
Love And Hate, Monuments Often Born From The Cold
Love and Hate, monuments often born from cold
Truth is wisdom in the restless frigid air
Each rides on a consuming storm of the bold
With tributes often given whether wrong or fair!
Love, sings on a lofty cloud of pure delight
Complete with a heartache and stolen Soul
Like a magic rainbow just coming into sight
Wisdom and Folly both rest within the same bowl!
Hate, rides aloft in a forceful crashing wind
The product of emotions flying high and deep
So very often with no bottom and without end
A nightmare that crashes out from a dark sleep!
Truth, the light that cast out darkened Hate
A soothing breeze cruising in on a hot day
If found, the saving is never bad or too late
Instead path found to Love and Live another way!
Robert J. Lindley. 06-20-2015
Note: Do not blame me, my muse beat on me until I relented
and hammered this one on out.
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015
I emit pressure from freedom tall my gift given since away with stale sands and truth. because instead methods useful I forget just life is enough, forgive it, I am beyond a careful beginner.
Copyright © jason schropp | Year Posted 2015
All of my dreams have been crushed
and all my wishes.
Because of kisses
in the past.
but, how many lives have I touched
none, that is why I run
There is no one left for me
in this hive.
I'm too scared to ride
and too scared to drive
on this lonesome highway.
Every night I pray
for a brighter day
but, I can't get away
So much pain
and so many tears.
That's what drives me insane.
Copyright © Blake Holland | Year Posted 2016
I do not know?
Black, I thought it was just a word
I thought it represented a color
At least that’s what they say,
Yet when I walk through the gates of school.
I am seen as insignificant
I am never treated the same
They say , we are equal
But I know better.
I live it, they smile
They say their care
But when I express myself
I use my hands, I speak
They say, I am ignorant hard to understand.
By dozen, by hundreds
We are being excluded
Punish for being just a different color
They meant to be our tutors.
Yet they treat us like animals
They poke us, provoke us
Tell us we are stupid with a smile.
They rob us
They deny us
They curse us
They strip us of our inheritance.
They breathe hate, I stop
I need to think for awhile
Who am I, I am black
I am beautiful
I am powerful
I am the son and daughter of great kings and queens
I am a conqueror.
I am ambitious, I can achieve
I will achieve, I am a leader
I am not a coward nor am I ashamed.
I don’t need violence
I don’t need hate
I don’t need knives nor do I need guns to complete me.
Martin Luther King once said,
Darkness cannot drive out darkness only light can do that
Hate cannot drive out hate only love can do that.
Malcom X once quoted, that without education
You are not going anywhere in this world
If you don’t stand for something you will fall for anything.
So Who am I?
I believe, I am born from a great generation
I am no longer a slave to a lost generation
I am a new generation, a free generation.
A generation that will breathe success
A king of wisdom
A leader of great knowledge
A queen that will teach peace and be an adviser to the young.
A mother to all children
A father to a great nation
I am just a teen
Trying to make sense of the world
So teach me, to believe in me
To be the best I can be.
Copyright © Patricia Garcia Howard Bramble | Year Posted 2010
Where are you
Who am I
Never a word from you
No hello, no goodbye
Someone else took me in
Taught me everything they knew
Someone has always been there
But that someone was never you
It is hard to fight anger
For a man will buy revenge with his soul
Eighteen years of stored up hatred
For your decision some twenty-two years ago
A life altering event
Didn't even leave me with a choice
No mother-child bond
Not even the sound of your voice
You gave me away
Never called, never sent a letter
An open adoption
A child left to wonder
And as the years flew by
A hole grew deep inside
With a hate that never died
All because you never tried
And everywhere I looked
Was nothing but lies
And maybe one day you'll wonder what became of me
Just maybe you will try to find me
Or maybe you will just leave it all to fate
Either way the clock is ticking
Hurry up and choose before its too late
Copyright © Nathan Stobbs | Year Posted 2014
this is for a special friend, who couldn't find love ..
He says he loves me, he says he cares, but he doesn't want to say anything, when i want him to be there.
Is the connection with love or hate showing? i ask myself " where is our relationship going"?
i want him to love me for who i am, but if he doesn't ,
i guess our relationship can end. are you glad your not in my body?
are you glad you cant feel this pain? or are you glad i cant throw hurt and scars at you, from my hurtful silence that remains? STOP writing me down in
history, with your dumb old twisted lies, STOP putting
marks on my body, or like dusk..
ill be saying goodbye.
because of you, I'm limping with pain, because of you, my hurtful silence remains, because of you, i will be physically hurt for a while.
because you wanted to hit me, and have no reason why. i don't want to be chocked up, punched again, kicked or even
bruised..not mentioning the fact, by you, YES I've been used! why didn't i say anything, i bet you even sell drugs ? i
just wish i had a true boyfriend, that didn't hit me, but give me hugs. when i dont do what you wan, you hit me, because
i think your SLOW ! and that you should find another boxing bag, because i really .. have .. to go ..
Copyright © Aldayja Selby | Year Posted 2014
I remember when you gave yourself to me,
But I gave you right back.
Because I couldn’t stop hurting you,
And I hated doing that.
I can’t be selfish as I wanna be,
and much as I need your touch.
I can’t have that follow me.
Enough just might be enough.
But love comes all the way back around,
I didn’t know you then and I don’t know you now.
I asked mine to stop beating aloud.
Tears are dreams,
That have to flee,
Cause they’d been cast out.
And smiles speak,
Yours talks to me,
But I replied with a frown.
Cause I can’t keep this up,
Enough is now enough.
Don’t look for me I’m gone now.
Copyright © Ag Ki | Year Posted 2013
Have you crushed thee heart,
To meet thy man who roams the earth,
In gigantic steps,
He; who roams the earth?
You are the saviour of mine,
Who made the world,
A lovely place, why,
You've turned it swirl?
Leave me alone,
Thy man who weaks,
Thy man who speaks,
Thy man who kicks
The man with gigantic steps.
Commanders of the hearth,
Kill thy man,
The weakest, the cowardy,
And leave me.
Copyright © Jaz Jason | Year Posted 2015
well at least in past days,
in the church.
We must be in the last days,
family seems perfect
In the sanctuary
for everything but worship
Go to Sunday school,
take your smart phone
Family torn down
But leave the problems
Church is not really
Lets call it
Talk about who
Drama makes you empowered,
Taking bones out the
Your stories are composite,
If talking was cash
you are the queen of
Until one day
your child rose,
Pulled a letter
Was the details
of his mother
Copyright © Jesse Pickens | Year Posted 2014
Our eyes may change,
They mirror the soul
They tell the truth we sometimes are too afraid to speak
Your eyes held lust,
A perverted wanting in them
They held greed and malice
They twinkled from the crack
Glimmered from the liquor
Mine held a terrifying innocence
A longing to be accepted
A thirst for love
To be acknowledged and wanted
They held the desire to exist
But you changed all that
You gave me all that I wanted
You made me feel loved, as if my existence mattered
In exchange, I quenched your perverted thirst
I sacrificed my virtue, just to exist
Because in your eyes, I was wanted and needed
I was the flame in your eyes
The time has passed
Yet your eyes still remain the same
Wild, perverted, sinister
Your soul is still the same
The same as when I idolized you
The same as when I looked up to you
The same as when I trusted you
The same as when I was too blind to see the truth
Mine have changed however
There's no innocence nor light in minde
My eyes are cold and dead
Freezing hate and tears unshed
Sorrow from betrayal
Pain from solitude
Fury from denial
And hatred from life
Our eyes, they mirror the soul
And the secrets within
While you rot in a cell with a corrupted soul intact
Mine crumbles to pieces
As this cold realization eats me away;
I was nothing more than the idiot boy who was your sex toy in your eyes
But you to me, are nothing more than the pig who opened my eyes to hatred
Copyright © Javier Garza | Year Posted 2016
You sit alone
And always think
How life flew by
In just a wink
Those busy days
What did they mean
You wasted time
That's what they seem
You looked at others every day
Ne'r a nice word did you say
For them life appeared all sunny
Sure you thought
They all had money
But no one one ever stole your wealth
Yet squandered it along with health
So easy now to spew out blame
You take no credit for the shame
Cash rich friends go out to eat
A supermarket's your last treat
Those lucky folks can go to shows
While your few bucks
On bills just flows
You clearly saw your downward trend
You clearly knew how it would end
And now you're old
You've met your fate
There's no one left to hate
Copyright © Gary Kraidman | Year Posted 2013
Why so often
Do I think
That other guys
Just make a stink?
No matter what
You do or say
They jump on it
With one big nay
Yet these same folks
With tired jokes
Say nothing really new at all
Their next phone call
Long gone their lives
With worn out wives
All once walked tall
Then came age
And then their fall
Now buried rage
Long gone their power
They sit around
And watch the hour
Some now frail
Just the daily mail
So God forbid your life is nice
To make you pay a price
Copyright © Gary Kraidman | Year Posted 2015
4’10” and 14 years young,
Words were said but fists weren’t swung.
5’4” and 2 years down the line,
Negativity slowed, I started to shine.
5’8” and a hopeful social work success,
People don’t doubt me,
I’ve made progress.
4 grades and 10 inches later in my mental and physical growth,
Needless to say I’ve improved highly in both.
All I needed to do was wait,
That’s just me,
Motivated By Hate.
Copyright © Josh Whipple | Year Posted 2013
IS IT TIME FOR ME TO DIE? by Joan Geitz
Just a child, I was
Every day, ... a new day
With the expectation
Of a new adventure,
The Hope of acceptance,
Of new friends, Of Love.
Not a time for me to die.
So much to learn as a child
Though the tears flowed
With endless growing pains,
Hope was always there
To lighten and brighten my day.
I was young, resourceful,
Energetic ... Undaunting!
Someone to Love me … was out there.
Not a time for me to die.
And so it goes – Decade after Decade --
Struggle ... then Hope!
Disappointment ... then Hope!
Loss .... then Hope!
Love … the source of Hope!
But not now.
Love has been ridiculed,
Swallowed up by Hate.
DO. ... NOT. … LOSE. … HOPE!
Does not Love lurk Somewhere???
Or does it?
Old I am, now.
Love came and left.
Came again, and left.
And so it went. but … Love ...
Always allowed me to Hope.
Allowed me to begin a new day
It was Hope that spoke to me:
“Do not worry. It is still
Not a time for you to die.”
The anticipation of Love.
For young – and old alike.
Everyone depends on it.
But the year is ending,
And in America ... my country …
Love has been – TRUMPED – by Hate.
I am appalled and disillusioned with the human race.
I am ashamed of America.
I am mourning the death of the Hope
It once gave to humanity.
I am old. I am Tired.
Alas! HOPE. … HAS. … ABANDONED. ... ME.
Is it NOW my time to Die?
Copyright © Joan Geitz | Year Posted 2016
I do not know?
My childhood was good
but it could've been better
I went through a lot,
and even wrote CPS a letter
My childhood didn't really last
at age thirteen I was put in foster care,
so I grew up fast
My childhood was great
until one bad day
when CPS came,
and took us all away
My childhood became nothing but pain,
and six years later I'm still waiting
to see my younger siblings again
Everything was fine,
and they should have left us alone,
but instead we were all separated,
and all living in a different home
You learn new things
when you have to grow up fast
especially when you realize
your childhood doesn't last
I hate CPS,
and what they have done
By age fifteen, I was as mature as a twenty year old,
but I still wanted to be that little girl, and I couldn't,
so I was told
If I could go back and make things different I would
just so I could replace time, and things lost, or do things I couldn't,
or wasn't able to do in my childhood
Now I'm twenty,
and everyday I look back,
and it hurts inside
that CPS had to come and attack
Things would be so different
I know they would
if my childhood would've went on
like it should
Instead it was ruined,
and taken from me
I hate you CPS with a deep passion,
because memories of my childhood will never let me be,
I know all your lies,
and you all never told the truth
All for the money,
but God will take care of it all real soon
Ya'll took something from me CPS
that I can never have back,
and that is my childhood
I will cut no slack.
My childhood was great until CPS came along
moving me from place to place
where I didn't belong
So CPS, what do you have to say
I lost my childhood,
because yall wanted some pay
God will get you one at a time
the things you all did
was just crime after crime
I don't have to say my name
you all know it very well.
Remember I was the "little girl"
who gave hell,
and since you took my childhood from me,
I have grown to be a very smart young lady,
and you all will see
My mom and I are ready
we're not scared at all,
and when the truth comes out
you CPS will be the first to fall.
Thanks for taking my childhood,
and I hope you all are proud,
and soon higher authorities will be reading my poem
very clear, and very loud
Everyone will know the truth,
and it will all come to an end,
and I pray everyday that CPS won't be able to take away
another childhood again!
Copyright © Brittany Nugent | Year Posted 2007
There is this fear I inherit.
This fear isn’t anything rare.
No, no, no, this fear isn’t special.
No, this fear is living.
I look outside and I see black and white
and I refuse
to think out of the box,
at least that’s what society does.
I have a fear of trusting people,
I have lived a lie over and over
only to be found at the ground once more.
My fear, is to not be normal,
not be myself,
cause it seems nobody sticks around.
Copyright © Isabella Lenniro | Year Posted 2017