Why all this Destructions? – Zamreen Zarook
God created this whole universe for the mankind,
He gave everything lavishly, thinking that we might be kind,
Even though people are able, they seems to be blind,
Whereas people failed to mind.
The sky which was created for the man started to scream and cry,
Since good morals and ethics were decry,
The fire started to do the mimicry,
As the water lands cannot bear, it came to man with a battle cry.
Land couldn't hold and it started to gorge,
Fresh air merged with chemicals and started to urge,
Whatever created for the man have started to over charged,
Stop evil and let the merits be enlarged.
Copyright © Zamreen Zarook | Year Posted 2013
Long arms of tender compassion
Oneness of embittered Humanity
Visceral faith was your salvation
Encompassing all vain materialism
Lenitive of the corporal punishment
Illuminating a hope encrypted in a
Necropolis of suppressed ideas
Extruding life from deep darkness
Seeping rain from saturated soil
Sedative of every entombed soul
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2016
She's highly sophisticated and full of undefiled wisdom
Yet a crowned Duchess in a paradise kingdom
Quite a beautiful angel flying with black wings
Covered in gold jewelry and precious things
She dresses like the women of ancient Egyptian class
Her wealth is generous and her money grows like grass
She loves orange scented candles with dark room flame
She rules thirty legions of soldiers and Bune is her name
Her comely warrior voice can wake and relocate the dead
Her armies of soldiers gather around the cemetery
She is brave and deserves a princessly crown on her head
Her facility of speech and flair for words is legendary
A beautiful queen to be treated with respect and honor
Instead of blasphemy,wanton abuse and fictional horror
Copyright © Bill Kim | Year Posted 2013
Alas there is no more confusion,
finally found my last conclusion.
Expect me as if Jesus will return,
from a ghost to a realm of concern.
Your dreams are portals like doors,
welcoming spirits into hasten wars.
Leaving the thoughts without trust,
keeping your fears in much disgust.
And though you sought no consequence,
deeds that confirm a wicked malevolence.
Awaiting in your nightmare of screams,
enjoy what is left amongst your dreams.
Copyright © Eternal Victor | Year Posted 2013
crystallized rime of frozen ire - craving to thaw as morning dew
dense compact icicle of wrath's revenge emanating - now in subdue
when plummeted - no escape death's end grave in BLUE
scene of God's hands masterpiece where love and miracle in glue
men sculpted and molded the new milieu
mourning tears line of truth - skew
now, Philippines - tropical country now in woo
woe, fear - nestling hearts of unknown innocence ensue?
this is just the start of a great "FELL", what must we do?
hailstone of hailstorm occupying, subjugating us in crew
red ruby blood stained "FLOODED " the nation's land in "debut"
new state of grave - thousands died begging for prayers ...IN OURS, PUT YOUR SHOE
*-* jun-jun villanueva
*-* "TELL ME A SECRET" Contest entry
Copyright © jun-jun villanueva | Year Posted 2011
the old grave…
unwanted tare adorning
my own epitaph
Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2006
Elephant Grave Yard(OLd Eagle Feather)
Elephants do it or it seems they used two.
Made a place to leave they bones and went two there place
in great droves or herds i think they are called.
Old Eagle Feather was watching the women by the fire one day.
They were chewing jerky to make it soft for meat to eat.
Softening the jerky for little mouths to chew.
Old Feather he is now been called got up and off he goes.
Took up two stones of suprising weight,
and carried them toward the elephant grave yard.
I am going to my fate.He never shed a tear.
I have done it all my time is gone.Let me make no haste.
NO more wasted time in stories bye the fire.
I am just in time.
I see the elephants again,
they are all in line waiting to get in.
To my heaven.
Copyright © charles hice | Year Posted 2006
I took along walk one day,
to clear my mind an get away.
I stumbled apon an empty grave.
An to this day i'm glad I saw,
what was written on that granit stone.
were words that shook me to my core.
"Here lays an empty soul,left with out the want to fight .
She lost her way, now here she lays.
Her broken heart shot her down, now she lays cold benith the ground."
These words I took to heart,
they gave my life a brand new start.
Since that day i've walked those woods,
and I never saw that grave again
Copyright © Sara Hanlin | Year Posted 2006