You can behead an unarmed man
You can rape a defenseless woman
You can blow up an innocent child
You can burn a book, or 1000's
Attempt to erase history
Spit on the culture of mankind
Here is what you will never do
You will never catch Charlie Brown
Or behead Allah the almighty
You are an army
Of no hearts
Of no heads
The army of the evil living dead
Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2015
You have my soul, but you have your fate
Whatever your words, I’m willing to take
You have my word; I’ll give you my breath
It’s like a chain that would never be break
You are my love with all my heart,
I’ll fight for you with all my might.
And in the way, you admire your goals,
You hold my hands, but not so close.
As you go to your chosen path,
I’ll accept the fact that we will be apart.
In the dark side, I leave behind
Within my faith, that you’ll arise
Please don’t look back, coz I’m fighting still
I’m hurting so much! Don’t want to have you near
I accept my fate for what it does,
I’m bleeding so much, do you know for whom it was?
You reach your goals, as you want to have,
Would you remind the man that gave what he had?
As you reach the stars, and be the one
Be a sun that shines its own.
After the rain, the rainbow comes,
Like dark in the moon, when the light flash
A glimpse from you at least a short
For then I knew my pain is worth.
Copyright © Emmanuel Fajutagana | Year Posted 2013
His message to Mankind was divine love, much louder than
the desert wind hissing through the tall palm trees;
they heard Him, but sadly contempt built up when
they defiled the Temple by selling and trading instead of praying on their knees...
so Jesus got the whip and the lame and the blind cried out the word, " Hosanna! "
Christ was the faithful servant who was scourged, derided and crucified,
now, is the friend of all who believe in Him, not in a sinful world....
the Redeemer who carried the heavy cross to Calvary and died;
His resurrection was a victory over death making Him the eternal Lord!
Who besides Him is more worthy of God His Father, are we?
Anytime Jesus prayed, He finished that prayer with this holy word, " Hosanna! "
Nothing has changed...it was an unjust and mean world, and so it will be;
they lived for lust, power and money getting greedier than Judas who chose death;
find that good soul that resembles Jesus...is it that poor man who seeks mercy?
We can gather much gold, make him a crown and place it on his bruised head!
And while he sits there waiting for compassion, his feeble voice proclaims," Hosanna! "
All nations strive for supremacy, making useless and massive weapons so destructive,
they have no love for their neighbors...they hate peace and every beautiful place;
we have made it to this century...will others see a tomorrow not dark and delusive?
Pray like Jesus did and put your fate in the hands of the Almighty who's grace!
No joy or possession is greater than faith...get up, look up and shout, " Hosanna! "
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2013
Disclaimer: The first poem is purely the work of fiction. Everyone who knows the lovely Vie knows how beautiful and amazing she is. But, as most of you know, I ‘go for it’ when it comes to contests…so here we have it.
*You asked for it girlie :)
I have to say you’re a freak
Your poems are all in Greek
Your life is one train wreck
I’d never accept your check
Do you even have two brain cells?
Your breath probably smells
You’d sell your body for a buck
But who would screw a cold duck?
So whackjob…don’t forget to bark
Crawling home to the trailer park
Talented, Beautiful Viking
Vie, you are so amazingly skilled
After reading your work, I’m thrilled
You really brighten my day
You’re like a banana parfait
With cherries and whip cream
And two shots of Jim Beam
No you’re better than that
Pretty as a Persian cat
Sweet, agile and striking
Like a sophisticated Viking
Bonus lines (not included in contest ‘cuz this girl follows the rules)
And I’m sure, this poem I aced
‘cuz Vie, you have great taste :)
Copyright © Natalie The Rogue Rhymer | Year Posted 2012
1. My ex-girlfriend tried to impress me when
She told me that she is "Fasting"! And I knew
That she was true because, I saw just how
Fast she ate that basket of chicken.......
2. The next time that she told me that she was "Fasting"
It was three (03) double meat Whoppers! And I have never
Seen three (03) double meat Whoppers go so quicK......
3. My ex-girlfriend was so upset! She explained that when
She was young that she could bounce a dime
Off of her butt. Only now, when she bounce the same dime
It only flops!
So, I looked on the bright side and told her that now she can
Bounce a quarter on her belly button and it only drops!
4. The last time that I saw her, she was "Fasting" on a
box of cookies.
* And boy, those (03) box's of cookies sure went fast!
Explanation: That is none sence and no one got fat in the making of this pun!
4. I just hate it when my ex-girlfriend call's me! Usually I keep my
cell phone on vibrate and in my front pocket. My EX-friend
Know's this. She also, know's that I have a bladder problem! Every time
she blow's up my phone it make's me pee!
I know that I hate it, but she give's me such a warm feeling and I take
what I can get!
5. My ex-girlfriend is so stupid that she can't ever give me a piece of
her mind! She has to get an substitute..... Ha! Ha! Ha! He, He, He!
6.My ex-girlfriend, She alway's cut me short!........ She wanted to give
me a piece of her mind, buy, she didn't have enough brain cell's left! Ha! Ha!
Feel the Joke! Uh!
1. When you "Pass Gas" and you know you did........
And no-body heard it........ Is it proper to wait for someone
to smell it first, before you say, excuse me..........
Is it really too late....... That is what my girlfriend doe's!
* I would just blame it on a friend!
Moments To Share:
My ex-girl friend and I were discussing a poem that I wrote! She told
me that it was an perfect oxymoron.......
I told her that she was just a moron!
Words' To Live by:
I was trying to explaine my mis-giving's to my EX-girlfriend......
I told her that the problem was, not that I really love you, because
I don't! The problem is that I just can't get you out of my mind!
Copyright © Gary Fields | Year Posted 2011
Come 'ere kitty eyes so green
Tell me why you're so dang mean
Climbin' curtins and the walls
Midnight rampage through the halls
Chasin' air but never rats
You should know I hate cats!
*just a note: i dont hate cats...(as long as they realize and behave as dogs)...any i have been owned by realize this and quickly learn to fetch, come, sit, no, and master the english language...as such....this kitten(now a cat) is my son's: Oliver, appropriatly named, who is the real-life version of "Garfield" in every possible way...and dearly loved :)
Copyright © Deborah Burch | Year Posted 2012
r.i.p. love, forget her, I hate her, get her out of my face
Oooo…love I miss her but she was such a disgrace
I said to love don’t you see that you’re the only one that I want
But sometimes it’s hard to know exactly what you want
I know what I want and what I see
And love you can be that everything that I need
But sometimes it feels like you’re running away from me
Other times it feels like you’re too close to see
So r.i.p. love, I no longer want to hear her voice
I mean my heart which is her voice
Which leads me sometimes to make a choice
Both good and bad, I’m conscious
I hate love and love love all at the same time
She had me up and down confused in this rhyme
Of life that I’m writing because we control our destiny, I mean time
I thought we were going forward but love wasted my destiny and time
So R.I.P. love, forget her, I no longer want her on my heart or mind
To love I was oh so much more than kind
All I ever wanted in this world was for her to be mine
But I guess she had other plans in mind
Which to me wasn’t really all that fine
It felt like I was left all alone with only death to dine
And it was just the other day she told me there was no one else she could ever find
I thought we could be until the end of time
But I guess the real love is something I’ll never find
So r.i.p. love I don’t need her put her in the past
Along with the other things I now call trash
P.S. does real love even exist?
Copyright © Post Script | Year Posted 2016
I know she doesn't like me at all
I can see it
I can feel it
I know she wants me to fall
To fail in life
To have all the strife
She's been telling wicked things about me
She treats me like something she can't see
She is but a witch
born to give dark colors to the fairytale of my life
She doesn't talk to me
And if she would, it would be in most brutal way
I don't want to look like an enemy
But she's been making me hate her more
I tried my best to make friends with her,
But she closes her door..
I tried to reach and understand
But she wont give me a single chance
Can you please give me an advice on what to do?
I don't want to sin against Heaven, but she's turning me into a devil one.
My anger wont subside, it lasts forever.
And if she remains her stupid attitude
I could get a dagger and stab her up..To kill her is easy
But i won't do that
I may be in the state of hatred but i still have a conscience.
Please reply to this ode for this is a real life situation.
There really is someone i hate so much and her name is Fia
I need your advice. Thanx
Copyright © Michelle Joy Itable | Year Posted 2007
it's hard to hate someone
you've held in your arms
someone you've kept warm
someone who's feed at your breast
someone who day by day you dressed
it's hard to hate someone you've feed
or for that someone
bedtime stories you have read
someone you've brought joy
with a little dolly or a toy
it's hard to hate when you
remember the joy
it's hard to hate someone
who's arms wrapped around your leg
that made crayola pictures of mom and dad
it's hard to hate what we once had
even though the out come is sad
but over all the love that drives me mad
is the one thing i have
that forever makes me glad
Copyright © john loving iii | Year Posted 2008
It seems like my life is always lacking.
Too many blurry faces passing.
It's like living in a time when the world is gone,
No one can agree because everyone is wrong.
If we all could take time to appreciate our lives,
And stop believing and telling these foolish lies,
Maybe then we could live in harmony,
In a world full of love like it was meant to be.
I wish I could tell them all the way I feel,
But no one will believe because it's so unreal.
This idea that we all could be at peace,
And we all could be each other's release.
Maybe one day we could find some common ground
Lying somewhere in the Lost & Found.
But you know this is just the way it goes,
When all this hatred just overflows.
In a time when no one can just understand
What it's like to walk with each other hand in hand.
It all comes down to a change of mind,
And to leave the stigmas and hate behind.
Does it really make them feel good deep within,
To hate another person based on the color of their skin?
It's not what's on the outside that makes them who they are,
It's what's inside them; It's what's in their heart.
It doesn't matter what we look like externally,
The only thing that matters is who we chose to be.
We are strong, and have the power to agree,
To love and cherish each other's company.
And I know that we can all hold each other up and live free.
This is my ode to humanity.
Copyright © Ethan Kane | Year Posted 2012
The big 'R', do you actually know what you're doing
To our week nation,
Absolute panic stations, feckin banter deflation, endless duration
Eternal damnation the foundation, our country's creation.
No shortage of hydration in any location,
Sure isn't Patsy livid, the crops are bad, explicit gyrations.
Sure no wonder there's emigration by the dozen every week,
Has given or society an ugly mutation,
Gets lubrication each day thanks to you.
There's a sad wet dog in the station
You rain on our frustration, wash our sins for we have
Offended out of hatred and vexation,
All we're looking for is some compensation.
Rosary beads in homes nationwide and Bridie is saying the rosary
For a chance of salvation, god love her she's my relation.
The forecast gives us the temptation to believe,
Subtle touch of authority has us buying flip-flops, frustration.
We have brain cells you know, we give into temptation,
Because in this situation we can find our own destination.
Just sayin aviation is our saving grace from drowning captivation,
And there's as much chance getting compensation
from you as we are from a cheap flight cancellation.
Rain we've had enough, because we're ready to make a revelation
And through your bitter tears you'll hear our declaration.
We're out for palpitation then leave you to your desperation,
Because as a population, it's our dedication, inspiration and vegetation
That are emanating through your drops of dislocation.
Copyright © Jim Kilduff | Year Posted 2017