Best Why Not Poems
Why Not Me? 1/25/13
At times I allow my thoughts to wonder to that one question that brings such sorrow and pain; why not me! I have gone through life not knowing why but have often wondered why not me too?
I have cried more times than not and prayed for understanding. What could be so wrong with me? I have so much love to give and all I have ever wanted was to have someone, anyone to love me as much as I love them. I want to be the most important person in the world to someone and always come first.
I want and need someone to love me. I have so much to give but need the same in return. If I can love unconditionally; can’t someone love me the same way! I can’t understand how or why I could go through life and never find love. I have prayed my entire life to find my one true love. I have never given up but still find myself asking why not me.
My heart breaks while my mind is torn apart not understanding why I can’t be loved. I have loved so that I just wanted to melt together only to be rejected!
Why not me; is the question that I dare to ponder leaving my heart ripped apart as my screams are heard only by me. I only ask for love! What is in store for me that I have never found anyone that loves me?
At times when these thoughts surface tears follow and sadness fills every inch of my soul. To know I am unlovable is almost too much to bear. My prayers seem to go unheard, as they remain unanswered. I can’t believe no love for me is the answer! So my heart and mind filled with pain and sadness wonder why not me?
Broken and alone as I continue on my journey through life, my heart guarded by the highest walls keeps love safe inside no longer trusting. Now knowing love will not find me and it’s not safe to ask that question to such a lonely and broken heart. I guard against the razor sharp why not me!
Debra Knapp
What's so strange about it?
The way it curls like a baby or
The way it stands out on it's own
The way it swings when I walk or
The way it catches your stare when I talk
Natural roots, they spring into trees of knowledge
The offense you take, the regards you make and
Hassles I get when going state to state
It's like my whole life's at stake
Damn gimmie a break
(So) What's the big fuss about the Natural Lust
Rejection to European Beauty Standards is what I truly adore
We need more Natural sisters MORE MORE MORE
MY LOCKS IS NOT A STYLE, NEITHER A FAD, NOR IMPRESSION
MY LOCKS IS A WEAPON, IT HELPS ME FIGHT AGAINST OPPRESSION
I'm not afraid to show it and I'm not afraid to grow it
Information, dedication, and confirmation is wrapped up in my hair
which wraps around my crown-
So thick, So tough, So strong, So long
So Black and untrapped just my appearance is an attack
Come into job interviews with my image misconstrued, unculture myself
Just to fit what works for you
Cut my hair for what?? NO! Just Leave Me Alone
One half of one percent is still the wealth we own
So if I cut my hair off, what will the Black man own?
Why Not Me??
Success is a dream,
Which all dare to see
Some become successful in a short period
Then why not me?
Many get their desired wish
many achieve their targets
Some give away from their dreams
Some are forced to forget..
Those who achieve the dreams
are called the successful guys
but when we walk on the way to success
there are hundreds of but's and why's
Way to the success
is always very challenging
Plenty of expectations from us
and people around us are always demanding
Dreams are fulfilled
of all the people around me
They are happy and cheerful
Surprised and looking at me
Everybody is moving ahead and progressing
on the way that they see
The only question I ask myself is
Then why not me?
Thanks and regards,
Prasad Korade
What kind of world will we leave for our children,
one that is shackled in hate?
Tying their hands in the wake of the future,
sealing the edge of their fate.
Killing of innocents minding their business,
filling the shadows with fear.
What is the plan to relieve all this worry,
now that it’s already here?
Why is it right that we turn against neighbors
just for the clothing they wear?
The color of skin and the faith they believe in,
did we forget how to care?
Racism churned from the bellies of monsters,
pointing their fingers in blame
When will they learn that we’re in this together,
regardless of language or name?
Why do we hide always ducking for cover,
waiting this terror to cease?
When we can stand up like sister and brother
walking together in peace.
We are all people who live on this planet,
being the best we can be.
It’s up to us what we leave for our children. . .
why not a world that is free?
She asked a question, not so long ago-
a gal I met through our town's garden club.
"Why do you write so much- it seems a chore,
especially because it's not your job?"
So stunned I was that she put it this way!
It surely knocked the wind right out of me.
I should have said, "Why do you breathe each day,
and eat and drink, and do the things you must?"
You see, writers and poets cannot live
without creative ways to make words sing;
without the peace of having heart and soul
make images from thoughts that dwell inside.
An inborn drive that cannot be controlled
as words spin round and round until the pen
quickly transforms them on a waiting page
so that the thoughts can flow and come alive.
It can not be explained, but if it's there-
and most know from a young age it's a gift-
to be a slave to words and thoughts, just is;
writers and poets must be what they are.
Of course, I never told her all these things.
She wouldn't understand my heart's "why not."
So I just smiled and said, "Please pass the tea."
And, right on time, the speaker came on stage.
"Why not try living your life for an audience of one?" Gordon Robertson
"Why not try living your life for an audience of one?"
Instead of living to please yourself, why not try
living your life trying please Jesus Christ?
God's only begotten Son.
Instead of going your own way and getting lost
along the way? Why not turning your own
life around completely upside down?
If you are drowning your sorrows,
and/or puffing them up in smoke?
It is because by yourself you can
not cope. You can not survive all by
yourself and on your own. At
least if you the only one to lose is you.
If you want to fly like an eagle without
angels wings? And climbing a mountain
which is way too high. Finding out
much too late you can not fly.
Why let yourself become undone?
When all you have to do is call upon
the name of the Lord Jesus Christ.
All those who call upon the name of the
Lord shall be saved. Call upon the
name of the Lord while he still is
near. Call upon the name of the Lord
while you still are able to to. Come
tomorrow it may be much too late
for you!
You have no guarantee of living
more than one day at a time.
Why waste another minute of your life?
When Jesus Christ is knocking at
your hearts door!
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
May 23, 2020
Am I too late
Is your heart taken
Without you
Mine is slowly breakin
You dont even notice
She's the only one you see
I'm standing right here
Begging you to notice me
I'll be patient and hope for the best
I cant make you love me
But pray you come to your senses
It's all a game to her, why cant you see
She enjoys the chase
To her it's just a game
Love should be easy
And simple to see
You say if not her then no one
But why not me?
If you want to have a friend, why not be one?
Putting your hope, trust, and faith in that special someone.
Who forever promises you to faithfully remain true to you.
Who will stick closer to you than either your mother or your father.
Who will remain loyal to closer than your sisters or brothers.
For it is our beloved heavenly Father from heavenly heights above.
Who so loved you that he gave you his only begotten Son.
Who would freely sacrifice his life for you even if you were the only one.
Jesus Christ has freely given unto you everlasting life.
He will bless either your husband or your wife.
If you want to have a friend, why not be one?
By spreading the gospel news to every one you meet.
And telling the your own salvation story. Make it sad, but sweet.
Why not be that faithful friend sticker closer than your mother or father?
By being more trust worthy than your sisters or your brothers.
If you want to have a friend, why not be one?
Loving others the same way you love God's beloved Son.
Praying day by day God's abundant loving grace will soon come their way.
And by becoming a candle light shining in the darkness and the night.
So all the world may see, you faithfully are a follower of the Lord Jesus Christ!
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
January 15, 2020
As my anxiety reaches my boiling point
I snip the last flower from my winter's dying rose bush
I play the I will or the I won't game pulling off each petal one-by-one
Will I or won't I write a poem about "Why not"
I've really got nothing better to do with my time
So, why not just write a poem with a "Rhyme"
I'll write why not in a "Limerick" form
I know why not is not of the norm
but this is all I've got
That includes a why not
I just put together some words that conform
I'll just write a "Monoku" that has seventeen syllables- why not?
I'll write a "Tanka"
Though it's hard to add- why not
Maybe a "Footle"
Here's one that I think should work
"Why Not-It's Hot" caboodle
The last petal I plucked from the rose was- "I will"
So, I found something good to do with my time
I've written some poetry, and I've added my dots
And I've incorporated into them a whole lot of "Why nots"
Why Not Suicide.
Have you ever wondered,
Why am I alive,
When it’s all too easy to ask,
Why not suicide?
This question is there
For a reason you see,
It’s the ultimate reminder,
That you can always be free.
A simple flick of the wrist,
And the blood will come gushing out,
One click of the gun,
And you life will be gone without a doubt.
Many will ask,
Why not suicide,
Can I finally be rid of,
All the pain inside?
Go with my blessing,
To a new life with meaning,
To fly free away from the pain,
And a cold body that is still bleeding.
But while your contemplating this,
Just remember,
Those you will leave behind,
Who you promised you’d never surrender.
Why not suicide,
Yes indeed,
Why not end your life,
So you can finally be free?
"Turn your eyes upon Jesus.
Look full in His wonderful face.
And the things of earth will
Grow strangely dim in the
light of His glory and grace."***
OH! When your eyes are turned upon
Jesus! You won't be looking towards
Earthly things. Your heart will indeed
Rejoice and your spirit will sing!***
"Isn't He wonderful, wonderful, wonderful?
Isn't Jesus my Lord wonderful?***
Wonderful! Wonderful! Jesus!
Wonderful! Wonderful! Lord!
Wonderful! Wonderful! Savior!
Wonderful! Wonderful! Friend!***
I can see the wonderful glory of the Lord!
I can see the beautiful glory of the Lord!
Shining down upon the world today!***
What more can we give to Jesus?
When He has given all that He had to
Give us! Should we give Him our Land
and our Silver and Gold!?
When all that He wants is our hearts!
The Golden Keys unlocking our heart's door.
When all He wants is our minds, bodies,
Souls and Spirits!
When all He desires is to be our own
personal friend and redeemer! Once
He has blessed us and kept us!
He sets us free to become a blessing
To our families, and our friends!
Every day Turn! Turn! Turn!
Your eyes upon the face of Jesus!
Every hour Turn! Turn Turn!
Your eyes upon your wonderful Jesus!
Every moment Turn! Turn! Turn!
Your eyes upon your wonderful Jesus!
Every twinkling of your eyes
Turn! Turn! turn!
OH! Why not freely give Him that which
Rightfully should belong to Him?
Why not give unto Him the Golden Keys
Unlocking Your Heart's Door!
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy1954/ October Country
January 29-30, 2021
Your eyes upon your wonderful Lord!
a vacation is
a time to hug family
and friends. celebrate!
Ask me why not.
It is all that I see,
Selfies and likes,
Our society.
Please ask me why not.
We fight and we moan,
Always offended,
Just to pick a bone.
Then ask me why not.
So hard to handle,
All the obsession,
With racial scandal.
So ask me why not.
Many choose to pray,
Yet we never keep,
Our hatred at bay.
But ask me why not.
We just can't decide,
Our moral compass,
Now a lost guide.
Just ask me why not.
Because if you do,
White is for peace,
We're red, yellow, blue.
Won't ask me why not?
Fine, I'll say it then,
We need to love all,
Like color blind men.
January 12, 2016
What’s wrong with our culture
That we’re so deathly afraid
To talk about death and dying
It’s a process we will all go through
In one way or another
Yet hush hush it’s taboo
Don’t want to talk about it
Don’t want to hear about it
We’re so tense and uptight
Keeping our thoughts private at all cost
Can’t expect any tête-à-tête discussion
Because people say the oddest things
As the process of our life slips away
What a relief it would be
To share and discuss openly
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
The world can bring on a hell of a depression
You feel like you’re in an oppression
So I’d rather make you laugh
Even for a minute or a half
To disconnect you from realities connection