Best Sociallife Poems
A wrong path taken a sudden curve in the road.
So you take a fall over some false code.
Thrown in a cell.
Taking the blame for thoose secrets we never tell.
Concrete walls cast shadows over sky.
So many souls trapped watching dreams die.
You had a little baby now she's a cute little girl so you learn.
Years drag slowly as pinwheels turn.
No one plans on making loved ones
cry.
In a place life does not exist.
You spend your time watching dreams die.
Was it the system or just a stupid mistake.
Long after the bars.
The guilt alone you will take.
You missed your mothers funeral but her
her heart died with you.
A letter informed a inmate his marriage
was threw.
You lost part of your life this you cannot
deni.
Trapped behind bars watching dreams
die.
Every day and night all I can
hear are strangers cursing,
cracking jokes, and laughing
at my distorted image.
Words become weaponry,
life never seems to be rid
of discrimation and abuse
that is polluting the very air
I breathe.
Children stare, some even cry
from the sudden fear that grows
when they see my distorted face.
Misunderstanding is thriving,
like a disease with no known cure.
Children I can endure, they
do not get under my skin like a
leech sucking life out of me.
Adults differ, they know the buttons
to press to cause hurt and unseen
agony; they seem to enjoy it.
I continue to smile, trying to mask my
true feelings but within my mind a voice
speaks, always negative, always flashing
terrible memories of my childhood assaults.
I am different, I know, but life seems to
view me in a different light.
Memories I bare create scars within
my lonely soul,
it desperately tries to fit in a world
of fragmented images of
what is considered beauty.
Normality does not come to those
who view the world in a light of
fixed images for life itself is always
different, always changing,
then yet I am viewed as an alien,
unwanted, feared, almost hated.
Still, I keep on living, regardless of
how many times sticks and stones
are thrown onto my path.
Being different?
Who actually cares?
Seems like everyone but life
itself evolves and so shall I.
Death of a Dream
by Amy Swanson
Time
existence
goes by
*long drawn out sigh*
gray transforming
overbearing
the happy
once joyful
exuberant bright cheerful eclectic
becoming shadows
misty vapor
rising to the sky
fleeting...
gone.
Days gone by
weeks
and
months
and
years
motions of life
crowd out
emotions of life
This unrecognized yet all too familiar place...
This is where dreams are born.
This is where dreams die.
Spark of light
soft golden
struggles against
darkened mire
hope's ashes
faith's grief
love's despondence
Marigold hue
charred
sphere of night envelopes
Streaks and smudges
of pride
vanity
selfishness
cruelty
deface life's canvas
once glowing brilliant
-- now torn and tainted.
This unrecognized yet all too familiar place...
This is where dreams are born.
This is where dreams die.
Silence...
utter chaos...
sheer madness
consuming life -
they don't know.
They don't care.
They go about
*busily*
trading dreams
spiritual riches
for material fantasies
built with air.
Colorless
consumes the bright
one small spark
daring dream
chasing burgeoning shadows
until exhausted
extinguished...
no more.
This unrecognized yet all too familiar place...
This is where dreams are born.
This is where dreams die.
27 November 07 8:15 am
Why do people love violence and evil?
Why is revenge considered sweet?
A child unknowing and innocent is laid at the saviors feet.
Its little body abused and beaten its little bones
are broken packed in a box and in a dumpster thrown
its little life gone its body left cold
Its name forgotten and its story left untold.
The man that fell beside the road dead from alcohol abuse.
Lost every thing he had and everything there was to loose
as people either ignored him there or pointed at him and laughed
His life disappearing as quickly on they passed.
A young mother who’s left with her child and the dad is nowhere about
and shamed parents who selfishly threw them out.
Cost of living growing higher and her with no skills
turns to the streets for work so her pimp can get his pills.
A family torn apart
by mistakes and broken hearts,
cries out to our heavenly father
As lawyers push them ever harder
Mourn oh hearts ache and cry
but don’t ever again question why,
when you yourself can help someone in any little way.
With just a little of your time or a little of your pay.
Share what you have, use the grace you’ve been given
only you can give the life you’ve been given.
Those that love their life shall lose it and those that give their life shall gain it.
Life on Purpose Live it before you lose it! ©2009
Play Station
It’s not entertainment
But a relief from boredom
Purchased with the mesmerized hours of a working life
And save for love and friendship
To highlight the continuum
There would remain nothing to relieve the endless waltz of boredom
So desperate and insatiable
This need for new experience
The human passion continually outstrips
The worldly measure we are given
Though capable of dreaming
Imagining almost anything
Still we are tied to realities realization
Limited in it’s dominion
These dreams we have will never be
And as we slip from the pinnacle of our potential
Having merely glimpsed
The vistas of possibilities
Returning to the level where wonder and inspiration
Are a repeated indoctrination of acceptance
This is not how life could be
This is how life will be
Trendy little idiom
Wrapped in facile fashion
A cult to thieve away any individualism
Dressed in plagiarized opinion
A walking talking vacuum
The bleating sheep of humanity
Searching for relief from its obligatory boredom
And the intricate little details of fast cars and even faster wars
Are lost in the political greed and national gluttony
For the higher paid heroes and newer roll models
Reflecting in this dilatory need for belief in the latest craze
We are nothing more than a play station
Buy another game and press
X
Cold, damp and lonely,
an endless cycle of
never ending misery,
masked to prevent fear in
my children.
Small, torn and always
second hand, my clothes
are as dull as grey
stone.
Large, dominant and
mountainous, debt
is forever increasing
over my head; it weighs
heavy on my shoulders.
Dark, gloomy and sombre,
my life is deprived of
happiness; entrapment
is the only feeling
in my mind.
Poverty is what my
daily life seems to
reflect causing others
to make assumptions of
my character; taunts
created cause anger and
sadly shame for I am barely
able to keep afloat in these
dark times.
My home is nothing but a
place of hell; walls peeling,
dampness covered surfaces,
destroying health of many,
food deprived cupboards,
and barely any warmth during
the season of winter.
Poverty, an unspoken creation
seen as nothing but shame,
never accepted within the
worlds of the more affluent
classes.
I've got this listing, sinking feeling
that I owed most of my life to my bank.
Hands in the air, reaching for debt ceiling,
yet another fine mess, with no one to thank.
Guns all put down, the pen reigns mightier
can't fight the bank, let alone hit myself.
Contracts contracted, assurances flightier
seems the whole world's overextended itself.
I ode some words, I owed some dollars
'course everyone I talk to is in the same boat.
Can't answer my phone for collecting callers,
looking to ourselves, line of credit, to float.
I'm maxed they've determined, but I'm appealing
my mortgage, in arrears, beyond my credit score.
All my creditors say that defaulting is stealing
I gave a stone and blood, still they want more.
Seems to everyone, I owe myself, that's no joke
shouldn't be depressed, but maybe I oughter.
Dunno if I'm myself, or like all nations folk,
I've underwritten much of this ode underwater.
'course if I owe some B and B owes to C
and C owes somebody else...well back to me,
then it seems that we all owe to each other,
our mountain of debt is brother to brother.
Would some rebalancing of our balance sheets
starve our children, kick us out into streets?
Maybe we should waive our bankruptcy hearing
and admit it's to life we're really endearing.
© Goode Guy 2011-06-10
(In celebration of Veterans Day, allow me this sentimental poem.)
Seems no higher thing existed
Than the mud on my shoes
For no other sight I beheld,
Trudging this gruel on these blisters
No one was ever for war
But war is what found me
Politics aside, those voices are far,
Doing right is all I need
Somewhere someday maybe
My hunger will cease,
And smiles of gratitude I’ll receive
On behalf of my friends, deceased
My needs are simple enough now
But no civilian will ever share
This weight of humanity grand and foul
Well, duty and honor is all I care
I’ll get through this just to see
How precious one life can be
My life for yours, my sweat for your tears
That’s just the way I can be all that I can be.
It seems you’ve already made up your mind
Rescinded decisions is what u made of l see
Something you need to know pretty well
Before you single out your property and leave
That l got no compunctions at all for the path l took
I won’t even curse the day l met u
Neither shall l even consider forgetting
The very moment when love got sour
But cherish l will the moments we had
Some of those we held too dear
I hope you'll get the compulsory ingredient 4 your recipe
Cope, cope and cope
Cope with your life devoid of me
Cope with your sleep without my arms around you
Cope with your sorrows without me for consolation
Cope with your joys without me to give it the life it takes
I guess you got a message for me
The bells already ring loudly with clarity
To remind me that my time is over
Back to the drawing board l have to return it seems
Now club Monaco awaits me
To hit the pool balls one at a time
As l swallow one, two or more for the road
As l premeditate ma life without you
And get back as you sent mi.....
TO SQUARE ONE!!
Ticker tape life into a single frame
Moon and stars silhouettes look down upon the sane
All the pristine porcelain faces lifted up to care
Intertwined fingers optimistically seeking out repair
Tolerance is not the toiling only of the brave
To find unified understanding is what the species craves
Eating of chrysanthemums call to darkness, be eclipsed
Bathe pure enlightenment producing innocence
Causing hearts to swell with love, beating live balloons
The “Perfect world” residing within Fabergé cocoons
Ticker tape life into a single frame
Darkness and misery secreted from disdain
All distorted tarnished faces sodden with despair
Lungs expanded beyond capacity, choking on the air
Hollow heads full of sorrow roll in like crimson waves
Crashing upon hopeless steely shores with desecrated pain
Soaring far from absent shadows into the great abyss
Bitter taste of hateful words linger on pursed lips
Lacerated tongue, swollen, bleeding from its wounds
Inhuman world residing within lanolin cocoons
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Eyes dark and lifeless, suck all colour from your soul
Drawing you in like a spider down a hole
All thoughts have turned to blind, raw fear
You're powerless, paralysed, white noise fills your ears
Can't talk, can't scream, can't run, can't breathe
Butterflies drop like sycamore seeds
Flowers wilt, leaves brown and shrivel
I continue to consume you with a minimum of struggle
Roll out the red carpet, gold rings n diamonds
Bring forth your children, your morals, your hymens
What use have you now for all of these things
When immeasurable power for the hungry I bring
Can't not, can't stop, can't help, can't leave
Another life passes with no-one to grieve
Eyes fade as skin decays
The face is forgotten in a matter of days
Too scared now to walk out your door after dark
I'm a hood wearing kid with a knife in the park
I'm black, I'm brown, I'm yellow, I'm green
I'm a plane crashing terrorist
Mass murdering Phycologist
I'm a kiddy fiddling priest
I'm a liar
I'm a cheat
I promised you everything in glossy magazines
I promised you wonder bra silicone dreams
Like spend your way out of debt
Dolphins won't get caught in this net
It's just a hot decade, the climates not changing
Follow the soap star who's been misbehaving
Texting in daily to register your vote
Do you really give a #@&% who gets kicked off the show
You sacrificed life willingly for trinkets and beads
One ray of sunshine for a garden full of weeds
You love me, you worship me
Believe everything I say
Find the golden needle in the big stack of hay
I'm a virus
I'm a fake
I'm a radio active lake
I'm a magic bean
I'm a fiend
Hollow faith caress bruised esteem
scars hidden underneath the seam
night reverberate silent screams
aborted dreams,aborted dreams
fractured by lustful invasion
modesty lies among treason
Why victims are pinned as reason?
unfold questions, unfold questions.
drenched in shame, locked in guilty vault
she gulps down his ruthless assault
striving for answers, 'What's my fault?'
When life will halt, when life will halt?
Poetry Type - Monotetra
The monotetra is a new poetic form developed by Michael Walker. Each stanza contains four
lines in monorhyme. Each line is in tetrameter (four metrical feet) for a total of eight
syllables. What makes the monotetra so powerful as a poetic form, is that the last line
contains two metrical feet, repeated. It can have as few as one or two stanzas, or as many
as desired.
You live your life to honor Him
But instead you lead a life full of shame and sin
take your beliefs and need for repetition
and continue to walk in the wrong direction
feed your lies to the brainwashed child
who believes they are a free thinker but are instead just a figure of your "perfect
design"
A scheme that you learned from your father
And have passed on to your sons and your daughters
Repeat the cycle and spin the wheel
Continue to live your life of evil
Brainwash the child, don't let him think on his own
Fill his mind with thoughts that are now his own
Don't allow him to break the mold
Rape his mind and leave him blind to follow the footsteps of your "perfect design"
Man has reached what a plight !
Facebook a social networking site !
What does one get by browsing though profiles?
All it does is only defiles!
People keep logging in and logging out
Is it some form of sex bout ?
Why make a show of life on a site
Are we trying to fill up some empty hole inside?
Let the sails of my life gently unfurl
In my tight cozy unobtrusive world
alienated and separated has become society
disenfranchised and distant are now the state of families
all of those systems designed to make us feel connected
have fallen short and now we feel rejected
we're just a bunch of numbers and no one even knows our names
we're just a group of digits and that's a darn shame
but we're more than pieces of silver for we do have hearts
for we are the blessed children of the Lord Of Lords, Our God
and it's only in the church where we've kept our sanity
for out in the world it's just total anarchy
we're more than just objects to be used and misused
we're more than just bodies who by our bosses are being abused
dehumanized and desensitized is how we've been treated by the status quo
but we are treasures in the eyes of the God we all love and know
God loves us and it's time we loved ourselves
Jesus loves us and died to give us an eternal wealth
yet people are more concerned with amassing monetary hordes
no compassion for each other and no love for the Lord
we need to seek the word of God with a desire to be changed
for now is the time for our spirits to be rearranged
no longer to take each other for granted but to treat each other with respect
to see ourselves as more than pieces of silver as more than just objects
to be like that woman who lost her coin and diligently searched until it was traced
and then to rejoice upon finding it for her treasure was now fully replaced
to diligently seek the treasure that is the word of God
and then to apply it directly to our hearts
to comprehend the true value of our fellow sisters and brothers
and come to understand that we need to treasure one another
for at some point in life you will need someone's support
for life is like a basketball game you need a team on the court
10 pieces of silver, Stella had a house party
a single coin restored, a parable about rediscovery
for whatever it is in life that you feel that you have lost
just take it to Jesus and lay it on the cross
let Jesus restore it, let your treasure be refound
let God reform you and place you on higher ground
to look high and look low for that which has been misplaced
to seek that treasure of the spirit, God's saving grace
and once it's restored to rejoice and celebrate
Stella had a house party upon the restoration of her faith