Long Sadpeople Poems
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A proud people
Ancient, proud and strong
Living with the land
Primitive yet advanced
They survived
Sharing land and food
No one was left in need
Greed grew in others
Taking what they wanted
The proud people fought
Defended their women and children
Fought for their way of life
Their blood flowed
Staining fields where they once lived
They died
Others suffered through
Weak and dying
Facing starvation and thirst
Forced from their homes
Placed on strange lands
Not fit for the lowest beast
They stood no chance
Despite the torture
The proud people thrived
Their culture killed by outsiders
Their ancient ways trashed
Fighting back they adapted
Relearning their past
The words of their ancestors
Their spirit grew
Now the world who murdered them
Treated them like dogs
Honors their memories
Respects their traditions
Finally accepting them
As part of the family
As human beings
Form:
Of the people I know
And the people I see
All want to be happy
All want to be free
Of organizations, clubs, and groups
Forcing their opinions
Through political loops
To the masses their way is right
Preaching their peace through a superior fight
Religion, race, color, and creed
All to fill an empty need
Right wing, left wing, republican or radical
Reformist, anarchist or arsonist
Socialist, communist and lobbyist
Or………………………… Liar !
No matter what group you belong
You’ve given your soul for hire
Your part of a click
Playing a game
Learning the trick
To belong………you have to get along
Strength in numbers, masses with the same idea
All with the agenda of wanting to be free
One common goal
To put the other click in the hole
Do yourself a favor
Be your own click
Have your own thoughts and ideas
To yourself be true
It’s yourself that you please
Things are never what they seem
But to be part of a group with common goals
Is the ideal dream
Just never lose yourself in the idea
Let it work for you, not the other way around
Eric (and sometimes not)
~Earthquake~
(Swap Quatrain)
It struck so hard and people died,
Happened so quick,many are dead.
The earth shook,took them all off guard.
And people died,it struck so hard.
Dredful picture,so much sorrow.
People crying,suffering shows.
Some lost it all and thats for sure.
So much sorrow,dreadful picture.
They need our aid and our prayers.
'Cause this pain is more than they bear.
Tragedy takes toll and they bleed.
Our prayers and our aid they need.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2010
January,15,2010
Author Notes:
Dedication poem to the people of Haiti.
You're not sorry for using me.
Do someone's feelings mean so little?
Take, take, take is all you do.
Innocent people are trapped in the middle.
You're not sorry for breaking my heart.
I was just a pawn in your little game.
Looking back on things, I can't see how
I fell for your charms that were so lame.
You're not sorry for the people you step on.
Children, me, friends, your own mother.
You wouldn't know loyalty if it stared you in the face.
You're dangerous to be a friend or even a lover.
I'm sorry I ever befriended you at all.
I wish I had never given you a chance.
Then you never would have pierced my heart
And soul with your evil song and dance.
I'm sorry you don't have a conscience.
Or that you don't have feelings for that matter.
It's sad to think at one time, I was in love.
And you made my heart pitter-patter.
I'm sorry you'll never feel my kiss again.
You lost that right when you did me wrong.
You're never going to be the man I want,
And for that reason I have to stay strong.
You're not sorry and sadly I am.
You have damaged me with all your sin.
You're not sorry and that's what I'll be.
Sorry that I think I'll never love or trust again.
An entire family is dead and I'm the one to blame.
I drove while I was drunk and I'm filled with shame.
I drank too much while I was in that bar.
It was a big mistake when I drove my car.
While I was driving, I hit a stationwagen head on.
Because of me, those innocent people are gone.
I killed those parents and their three kids.
The pain is consuming me because of what I did.
Those kids won't have a life because I cut them down.
I am the one who deserves to be buried in the ground.
When the cops arrived, I was placed under arrest.
As I sit in this cell, I am miserable and depressed.
I wish that this was a nightmare but sadly it's real.
I learned the hard way that drinking and driving kills.
(I DEDICATE THIS FICTIONAL POEM TO ALL OF THE INNOCENT PEOPLE WHO HAVE BEEN
KILLED BY DRUNK DRIVERS.)
The sound would be rain on a cloudy day.
Or someone has an argument just to say.
The sound would be a rhythm of blues.
With notes that has no point of views.
Sound like loud stomps walking away.
And grunts that disobey.
A loud crash makes your heart beat fast.
And makes you say words in a gasp.
Or sounds like mutters in the back.
This shows me interest that lack.
Sadness is one sound that everyone goes by.
It’s the sound of people saying goodbye.
Like a question that has no meaning.
Or an accident that people are seeing.
The sound of sadness is losing.
And not making a right choosing.
Or a person stuck in bed.
Has an injury on the head.
But I think the worse sound of sadness is.
No sound in the deep abyss.