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The Prayer of a Lost Soul- Christen Kuikoua

You were my Neighbor for lots of Ages
You and I was inseparable,
We Lived together and accomplished our dreams together,
We played together, sang together, were sad And wept together.
My one And only Friend you were certainly
You care when i needed you the most
Pick me up from misery and comforted me

My trust and belief In you Was sincere
Our bond was so resilient it never broke
No anger stood in our ways
For our unity was believed to be eternal

What Sorrow I felt, then my friend,
To discover that all our friendship will be despair
The day I vanished from earth my home With tears,
I realize our friendship was just a faze

OF all the memories made on earth
You never talked of the myth I though,
At no time you spoke of my lost soul,
And God who could make me whole

I’m forgotten today Forevermore
Heartbroken With Tears in My Eyes,
I supplicate today From Hell’s ferocious Flames
And apprise to you my last hankering
No words today of yours,
are capable of setting me free
Nevertheless, make no mistake my friend
Do all you can for the essence of man
Implore them now quite earnestly
Avoid them to be diffuse in the abyss with me
This Poem Is about a friend That Dies and Unfortunately doesn’t know Jesus Christ and goes to hell.
Form: Concrete


Premium Member Love's Positions

I'm love’s iPad ready for an embrace.
Steve Jobs got credit for the touch interface
But mine's up and running with all the updates
I'm love's police regulating the pace
"you took that curve a little fast - this isn't a race."
I'm love's surveyor drawing the lines
"the pilgrims want to explore a new area this time."
I'm love's conductor - whew - hear the engine whine
"A tourist wants the tunnel - he's ready and primed."
I'm love's waitress
"sir, that's not on the menu."
Love's entrepreneur hosting the venue
I'm love’s umpire right there in your face…
"sorry pal, but you’re out at second base!"
Form: Rhyme

Fear

My both hands were tied
Unable to escape
I breathe tight
My heart fear
thinking it will be my last day in the universe 

My pelvic grids produced crack sound
Both my mind and body became motionless 
Oh god 
I can't help myself as my whole body turns numb 

Blood flow like a water 
From various parts of my body
With all my strength 
I screamed loudly 
"Please somebody save my life"

My hands which helps to save 
thousand of life 
Was unable to save own 

Crippled into the floor 
I ask merciless people to leave me alone
Vivid image of my family
runs into my mind
their dream of enjoying my success 
after becoming a successful doctor 
Shattered like a broken glasses 

All I can do is to see 
Predators faces 
With a rage of thirst and hunger 

I question myself 
How can god create such human beings ?
Who have no mercy towards innocent 

My entire life was lie
We are taught to be afraid of ghost 
rather we should be taught to be afraid of men 
Whose intentions are disgusting more than a ghost

Hi

Hi.
One word
Two letters
And a universal introduction, 
Hi,
Who knew such a simple word
In the world’s dictionary
Could be so,
Hard 
To actually
Speak out loud,
Hi
Hola 
Bonjour
Konnichiwa 
Ni hao
I could probably
List 
20 different ways
To say hi,
It doesn’t matter 
What language the word is in
Because, it is still the worlds
Most simple collection of letters
But, 
At the same time
So fricken hard to say,
I want to be able to 
Say hi
But, 
What happens after that
Stick with me here, ok
I walk up to someone I don't know,
I say hi
Maybe I’ll even smile
I’m really trying here, ok
They look up at me
Confused
Because 
I’m a stranger
Saying hi,
They smile
And say hi back
But, instead of just saying
Hi
They are saying 
Hi?
Which are two completely different
Words,
One is inviting
The other is saying who the hell are you
And what do you want,
Now what,
What am I supposed to say after that
How’s the weather?
I like your…
Socks
I don't know,
So as much as I want to say 
That simple word
I can’t, because
What do I do after,
How do I make a connection
With someone that 
Seems cool
I don’t know
I don't know, anything.
All I know is how to say
Hi 
Hola 
Bonjour
Konnichiwa
Ni hao 
So as simple as that word may be,
It is the most complicated 
Word 
To me

Echoes in the Shadows

Gazing up at the dark and grey sky,
While Sparkling drizzles adorn the earth,
Calmness filling up as time goes by,
And the drops trickle down the hearth.

I settled down to cherish the serene blues,
Engaged deeply in its scenic imagery,
Which brings back the echoes and views,
Of my tender and dreamy childhood memory.

Several scenes vividly playing through my mind,
And various conversations echoing inside,
Leaving me restless with a whole new find,
Urging me desperately to travel back and confide.

If only I could go back in time,
Yearning to meet my younger self once more,
For it's not a sinful fault or malicious crime,
I would teach her many things in store.

First, I would delicately take her in my embrace,
And softly stroke the strands of her hair,
Assuring her that she made it through the chase,
Not giving up even in her darkest despair.

I would shower her with a treasure of rewards,
For being kind and helpful to others around her,
Also telling her not to forget the regards,
And to be kind to herself despite any blur.

I would take her to mountains and rivers,
For they could make an inseparable bond together,
As they stand by her in the toughest quivers,
And would support and befriend her forever.

I would describe to her the profound joy,
Of achieving her precious visions and dreams,
The deepest connections woven in her heart's ploy,
While reaching for those priceless fantasies.

I would prepare her to face the worst,
While trying to be brave and consistent,
Throughout her valuable self-exploration quest,
And would teach her to be strong and confident.

I would teach her the essence of euphoria,
In every small and tender delight,
From the warmth of those close to her aura,
That would ease her pain and make things right.

At times when people would disown her,
Judging her efforts and attempts,
I would teach her to trust herself and persevere,
To move on and achieve her greatest triumphs.

When life seems tough with each passing second,
I would ask her to remember my guidance,
That would keep her going till the end,
Without too many regrets and hindrances.

If only I could go back in time,
Wishing to make her stronger than ever,
For it's not a sinful fault or malicious crime,
That would help her surpass her struggles forever.
Form: Rhyme


counting down the days

Look god 
I know there’s a way people usually pray to you 
But I don’t work that way 
So I’m gonna just say what I have to say 
I want to love you 
But you cant 
I struggle 
And I know there’s not excuses 
For the thing I’ve been doing 
And I’m not gonna stop 
But I’m still saying sorry 
But I guess it’s a worthless apology 
It’s hard to love you when your shoved in my face 
It’s a hard thing to take 
When your mother doesn’t love you 
Only enough to show you 
God 
But she doesn’t actually care 
She just what’s me to pray 
And praise for the rest of my days 

You ever heard of out staying your welcome
You’ve been here for so long 
I’m counting the hours 
The hours till I’m out of this house 
I’ve been ready to leave for years now 
Looks pretty and yellow on the outside 
But really it’s filled with yelling and crying 
 wishing I was dying
 lying 
I’ve been ready to leave for years now 
Me neither 
I don’t see much of her these days 
I feel bad because now that she’s older 
She’s gotta this bolder over her shoulder 
Of these kids she’s got to raise 
Counting down the days 
Hoping that when she leaves 
These little sweet kids don’t get treated this way 
I hope they have words 
Words that they can say At least Not my age anyways Breathing in all these religious fumes 
I’m suffocating 
No way of alleviating 
I have words 
I’m just not allowed to say 
But I will one day 
I’ll let all my words out  

I had to grow old at a young age 
I think it’s always been this way 
I don’t remember having fun with anyone 
Remember that little sweet Girl you raised?

Does March Ever Quit

Does March ever quit
to be the wildest month?
Isn't its fury a serious threat
to the crows who munch
on anything, they can find?

We bundle up not to catch a cold,
saving a trip to the doctor's office is so smart;
Grandma always said, " To keep warm:
wear your woolen scarf, gloves, and hat!"
I listened to her warning as a good kid should;
can granny's advice misinform?

It's time for the shovels to come out
of the storage room, I'm the first
to grab one; every morning I shoveled snow 
that was two feet while the frightened neighbors
watched me from inside their frosted windows;
I screamed at them saying," Come out
and join me, more snow is to come! "
But no, they stayed inside enjoying my show!

Do winds blow harder on freezing days in January...
scattering the flocculent snow anywhere they can?
Which one is the fiercest month: February?
They all are winter's bad omen to spread doom,
making us dream about the flowers in bloom;
isn't this harsh punishment more than a ban? 

Does March ever quit
it's a dramatic play of self-rage and insanity;
who would challenge it
and halt at once the spiteful winds of frenzy?


  

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Form: Rhyme

Premium Member House Party

Well Mom and Dad were going off
They needed a vacation
Told us to behave ourselves
A new car for motivation.

As soon as they were gone
We decided to invite some pals
Invited Hank, Bob, Bill and Jones
Told them they could bring their gals.

The word got around of party time
They came in at night
We had the curtains down
Didn't want neighbors to get uptight

Hank brought Vodka, Jones brought weed
I said we got to keep things low
"Don't use that stuff, keep it outside
Don't want anyone to know."

Jones turned up the radio
I pleaded, "don't do that."
He started dancing with a banjo
Looked like a cool cat.

Bob had brought a pet raccoon
It pooped on the cashmere rug
I asked him to put it an empty room.
But Bob just gave a shrug. 

Hank's girlfriend flirted with Bill
Hank didn't like that at all
Got on his Apple iPhone
Made a couple of calls.

His friends came in downstairs
Left the front door ajar
Hank pointed out Bill
Bill ran like a shooting star

Bill crashed into the beer kegs
The were stowed outside
Policeman read us all the regs
I realized we were fried.

Parents came back quick
The HOA would fine them soon
Both of them looked sick
Then they noticed the raccoon.

So you teens out there, learn from this
Don't party when they're away
You might lose a new car.
And be grounded till judgement day.
Form: Lyric

Connections

Sky looks beautiful with clouds
azure skyscape impressive though,
starlit sky illumines forests of night.
Short or long, verdant shade soothes
a tree, single or in clusters pleases.

A spring or meandering stream 
carries trillions of pooled droplets
yet, a drop of water slakes thirst.
Flowing water-ways jubilantly join
emerge finally as a mighty river.

Uncles, aunts, grandparents cared
children loved lullabies, stories told
enjoying every moment of the phase.
Parents happily shared and cared for all
a family stood firm as a vast empire.

A radiant planet may mesmerize  
yet, constellations overwhelm all,
galaxies tantalize faraway humanity.
Segregation slices, roam rootless
self-centered folks rudderless!
© Sony Dalia  Create an image from this poem.

That Next Morning

The morning after you take your life
The world will still revolve
People you know will laugh at jokes you used to make
Your parents will invite people over every month Or two
Your best friend will still smile 
But there will always be a gap
Your spot at the dinner table will never disappear, but you I’ll not be filled either 
Your best friend will stop by just to sit on your bed
She will cry and blame herself for not seeing you weren’t okay 
Your brother won’t cry but he’ll punch holes through walls
Your father won’t speak, won’t eat, won’t leave the couch 
Your little sister will ask where you went and when you’ll be home 
Your mother will ignore her feelings and act like everything’s great 
Your room will stay exactly home you left it because nobody can bring themselves to clean it
It will just sit there with the door cracked open 
Your friends will go to your favorite restaurant 
They will stare at the table or at the floor
Your usual waiter will silently walk up and sit with them 
No expression on their faces 
Just wondering what they could've done to to help you 
The car ride home will be quiet 
They will lay in their in their beds for hours wide awake
Their minds flooding with memories of you
That one time you laughed so hard milk shot out of you’re nose 
When you embarrassed your friend in front of their crush but it’s okay because they both laughed about it
The next day they will be numb from no sleep and their eyes will be puffy and red from crying all night 
It will click in their minds that you are never coming back 
The will think of every argument, every raised voice 
Every time they’ve made you cry 
They will think and question themselves on home many times you were dying behind a smile 
They will heal, but it will be a long time 
You will never be forgotten 
Every scar will be remembered forever.

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