Best What's Happening Poems
GHETTO GOSPEL
BY STREET CRIES
ABANDON BUILDINGS HOUSES WITH NO PARENTS ALL CHILDREN
READY AND WILLING TO BE PROGRAMED BY THE TELEVISION
GUNS WITH PRECISE PRECISION
PAIN PILL GOT US COMATOSE LIVING
KIDS MAKING ADULT DECISIONS
TO SURVIVE IS THE MISSION
WITCH EQUALS TO SENSELESS KILLING DRUG DEALING
LIFE IN PRISON
NO RESPECT FOR THE LIFE THAT'S GIVEN
PEOPLE GETTING RICH OF HUMAN TRAFFICKING
SATANIC RITUALS CELEBRITIES PRACTICING
OPEN YOUR EYES AND SEE WHATS HAPPENING
ARE WE A SLAVE TO THE WAY SOCIETY GOT US ACTING TODAY
ARE WE PURPOSELY LEAD ASTRAY
CLONE MEAT APPROVED BY THE F.D.A
VOICES BEING SILENCED THAT HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY
WE SEEM TO BE RUNNING A RACE WITH NO RELAY
STUCK IN A PLACE WITH NO LEEWAY
TRYING TO OVER COME OBSTACLES
THANK YOU FOR READING MY GHETTO GOSPEL
GOODNIGHT
Its not u, its me
Im tellin u cuz its crazy.
Crazy things happen dont u c
Crazy things happen wit u and me
Its hard to say goodbye
When u know everythings a lie
Its hard to say whats inside
Cuz every word makes u wanna cry
Dont u c whats happening
Im going crazy
I need u in my life cuz
Its eatin me alive
These things happen all the time
Theres no need to lie
Just hold on to your love
Through these...
"Crazy Things"
Form:
My carribbean summer love
Was Morning sun in the sand
On the sweet Jamaican island
Home of my mothers birth, land.
As I got off the plane,
I knew I was home.
Warm winds blowing on my face.
So, Gentle was the breeze
"Lord have mercy",
whats happening to me?
I went, to my destination
I walked, Down to the sea.
The heart was filled with such glee,
As sunshine, beamed down on me.
My breakfast was filled,
With fresh vegitation.
Ground provisions of every kind.
Fruits from every tropical tree,
It was simply, devine.
The sweetest fruit, I tasted.
Wasn't a apple, plum or pear.
It was a delicious mango,
that even Adams, girlfriend,
Eve would, not share.
I had such, great meditation.
It wasn't, on material things
It was just the lovely feel of nature,
blessing, my surroundings.
The oceans mesmerizing,
Blue Crystal skys, as clear as Can be.
It was so magnificent & amazing,
pure tranquility.
My eyes could not believe.
Lush green landscape,
The sway, of coconut trees.
Vibrant colours, red, yellow and green ,
flowers decorated, my scenery.
The smell of the oceans breeze,
just captivating
I had to stop and ask GOD, is this heaven?
As I continued, on my journey.
The next stop was Dunns River falls,
Streaming, from the river, into the ocean floor.
I climbed each rock carefully,
just in awe of this raw, natural beauty.
Raindrops trinkling, the air so fresh & clean.
I felt so free & alive, thought I was daydreaming
Didnt need a watch, Roosters crowing
Hourly, Tic toc, on the dot, as time briefly stopped.
To marvel, at this creation.
No scientist on earth, could ever top!!
Later that evening, the moon lit my way,
to where, I could hear Sweet Reggae music play.
Everyone was dancing from soca, pop, to R&B.
The rhythmic sounds all around, At a big beach party.
I had jerk chicken, on the beach as fried fish was cooking near
Deliciousness, filled the air
Love was the atmosphere.
Simple living, smiles always giving. No worries or cares,
My Caribbean summer love
true, Happiness, being there!!
Contest. Summer Day
Posted 6/17/13
Things Have Changed
By Robert (Bob) Moore
When I was young, the doctor, came around if I got sick
gave me a pill, or needle, and that would do the trick
but thing have changed, and now we ring, his receptionist
who tells us, “you can come next week. I’ll put you on the list”
So you go round, the next week, sit in a little room
full of germs and sick folk, the air so full of gloom
yes he says, you’ve had the flu, his hand upon my brow
just stay home, don’t catch a chill, he says this to me now.
And then there was the milkman, came round every day
you can catch up next week missus, if you couldn’t pay
leave money on the doorstep, the empty bottles too
nobody would touch it, ‘cause everybody knew
Everyone was battling, just to make ends meet
nobody was richer, than the others in the street
we’d try to help each other, in any way we could
we may not have had very much, but life was pretty good
The breadman was the next to go, now he delivered to the shops
you had to go and buy your bread, with your bacon and your chops
that’s if you could afford to, things were getting very dear
you tried to keep your chin up, things could be better by next year
Then there was the paperboy, on street corners he would stand
yelling out the headlines, didn’t need no big brass band
“GET YOUR PAPER HERE” he’d cry “WHATS HAPPENING TODAY”
but I hardly even read the news, now he has gone away
or the boy who had the barrow, on a Sunday he would go
up and down the streets, and his whistle he would blow
he knew you might still be in bed, but he would wait outside
knowing as a regular, there’d be a bob or two on the side
Then there was the mailman, he would whistle too,
especially, if he had left, important mail for you
the internet, and social media, have dealt him a deadly blow
and that is why I’m pretty sure, he will be the next to go
We shared so much together
from boys to youths to men
My brother from another mother,
my very truest friend
Fate dealt the cruelest blow,
and took you away from me
I thought my heart may break,
but from pain you were set free
I miss you every single day
Your always on my mind
Your laugh , the jokes ,the stories
We shared ,work rest n play
One day my time will come
My life will be at an end
I will not fear whats happening
Till we meet again my friend
Whats happening to the world.
My brothers & sisters what happened to the spirit of ubuntu ( humanity)
What happened to " umntu ngumntu ngabantu" (A person is a person through other people)
I'm sure this is not what my father Nelson krolihlahla Mandela & my uncle Martin Luther King fought for
This is not what my grandparents fought for.
What happened to the saying it takes a nation to raise a child.
Do u like destroying the future generation, abusing our mothers & sisters.
Come on maAfrica Amahle (beautiful Africa) go back to your roots
I wake up sittin' on my bed,
I have these thoughts runnin' through my head.
I just cant figure out a way,
of how I'm gonna get through this day.
Oh, come and take my breath away,
I'll never be the same,
I'm not ready for today,
But it's gonna happen... Anyway.
I dont know how to understand,
I dont know whats, happening..
I can't do this on my own... No.
I'm starting to feel like i'm all alone... all alone.
I wake up sittin' on my bed,
I have these thoughts runnin' through my head.
I just cant figure out a way,
of how I'm gonna get through this day.
I need some juice, I need a Jolt!
Or maybe get hit my a lightning bolt!
some things will never be the same.....
Oh, come and take my breath away,
I'll never be the same,
I'm not ready for today,
But it's gonna happen... Anyway.
But it's gonna happen.... Anyway.
I'm waching the clock its screaming tick tock 3 o'clock with homework not done im already gone out of this world with one ood friend she helps me out she calls me chout once again im dreaming in bed but ill alawys have that dream in my head i wake up to see my mom meanly glaring as i start blankly staring and staring as i keep staring wondering whats happening i got to school to see my teacher glaring i open my eyes gust anough to see my friend is failing once again its just a dream thank the lord now im really awake eating my stake doing my work watching my mom weirdly lurk i ask her why she doesnt reply oh well time for school but wait its saturday so i go back to sleep i awake and start to weep i start to weep beause i cant get back to sleep
the text i sent i love you sweetheart seems as just another failed attempt at opening her eyes to the ways of her actions altered her ways aren't as full as they were not as joyous or emotional but rather quiet, bleak, and sad using the pen for release instead of the blade is beginning to not be quiet as satisfying why cant i have her back why is this new person filling her shoes i don't want her i want my life back! give her to me! i need her! but it appears she is no longer here... never to be seen again for her physical self is alive and well but her MIND now that's different her mental state has changed died and come back as something else i cant find her i don't know where she is why cant i find her?! come back! please! please come back for i"am anything but found without you... please come back..
Mothers getting their breast cut off so they cant feed
their children in need
of a natural right
so i will march and fight
against apartheid
throw away the suit and tie
lace up your boots and fight
for a reason why
when we go to war we have no idea
we been could of stopped north Korea
from polluting the airways with diarhea
and multiple gassing
look around whats happening
the core of our declaration of independence is cracking
our politics and governments are lacking
chip your arm and they start tracking
id rather have my head cut off than to give that any backing
id rather hear the truth
than some gold toothed wanna be spit some garbage in the booth
between me and you i just want to hear whats true.
I can do so much better than you.
I don't know what I'm putting myself through.
I don't know what I'm fighting for.
And I dont know whats happening anymore.
I don't know what to say to you.
How can you just come into my life and intrude.
Form:
where am i?
what am i?
who am i?
who are you?
what are you?
where are you?
are you there?
why am i scared?
why are we here?
what are we doing?
will you hurt me?
why am i so petrified?
i never feel this way, so why now?
why is the room spinning so wildly?
i cant see straight, whats happening?
all this pain, why is it in me?
why does my heart burn so?
it feels like its burning to a crisp, falling, why is that?
what is that?
is that what you call a flower?
funny, i just dont recognize it, whats wrong with me?
what is that?
why, is that really a cat?
what is that?
a kangaroo?
my, what a funny sight... am i right?
what is the name of this?
thats grass?
why such an odd name?
and that bright, scary thing, what is that?
the sun?!?
what a pretty name, did you name it?
why is that a stupid question?
what language are we speaking?
english?
oh really?
i couldent tell, is that normal?
why is it so odd?
where are you takeing me?
what is a holocaust?
is it bad?
will it hurt?
will there be good things?
what about cupcakes, will those be there?
oh boy, why is there so much of this red stuff?
what is that?
blood?
why, the name is such a depresing name, why is that?
why is blood so depressing?
why does it signify death?
because it is what you drop when you die here?
hmmm..... very interesting, oooohhh, what is that?!
that is so scary! why am i scared again?
what is fear?
what is happiness?
im so confused, can you help me?
no?
why not?
because you are going to kill me?!
why is that?
what did i do wrong?
oh, thats right...... im not normal, im different, but must i really be barred?
should i really be persecuted?
or killed?
even tortured?
why does that make sense?
why are you hurting m
e
?
The water is rising, levels getting high.
Hold to the bible and don't say good bye.
Act like a soldier, Stand hold your ground.
Pray for your family,Pray for your land.
I cant believe whats happening, It just cant be.
Pray for My family & please pray for Me.
Lord Jesus I'm sorry,Please don't forsake me.
I'm here child dont fear.
Just come hold me tightly.
Your love is so stong, I won't take this lightly.
Your faith is so strong I just won't ignore.
Come to me child and Walk apon the Shore.
The police are suppose to protect and serve-
not to seek and destroy but then-
if Darren Wilson is not indicted for murder-
cops will keep killing black men-
what are mike browns parent going thru-
he will never see the sun rise again-
can you even imagine whats happening-
can you picture the familys that are destroyed-
i know that there hearts weigh heavy-
Darren Wilson just killed there baby boy-
make sure and take this poem to heart-
because justice will prevail-
Darren Wilson if you ever read this poem-
just remember your going to hell...
now that's the verdict guilty...
How many look out a window
And dream, dream away
Without really knowing
Whats happening miles away.
Or even round the corner
Or even round the bend
Our HURTING PLANET
Its natures blend.
We have her spitting fire
Is she angry with us all
She blesses us with Everest
So mighty and tall.
We see her rupture violently
Her belly sometimes seen
She created nature
Our organic living Queen.
She goes through abrasive motions
Grinding her sea beds
Resulting in Tsunami's
That sadly leave many dead.
As our learning has prospered
And technology has grown
Its not for her to tell us
We have to warn our own.
The power in her weather, her characteristic charms
Again its up to us, technology rings the alarms
Tornado's in Tornado alley
Shows she's no Aunt Sally.
She has a friend that shines
That sunny Orange in the sky
But when it rains she's depressed
Doe's it not make you wonder why?