Short Ask The Question Poems

If children ask the question why?
Why do warriors fight and die?
We answer that we are sure
Sure that patriotism beckons us to war...

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What stranger walks in this valley,
envying the flowers in his tearful eyes,
flowers that flower, never having to ask the question,
who am I?...

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intuition, thoughts invade the night,
am i, have the one that's right,
ask the question deep within,
of him watch for frown or grin,
shows doubt, 
evict the cat tonight
damn right...

thank you Linda Xiao....

Don...

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How much time
is left to me,
that answer is not known.

We all do ask the question though,
when is my time to go?

An answer comes to us all
for that you can be sure,

cause life as planned
by grand design,

with death,
there is no cure!

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Drugstore parking lots these days are far 
more crowded than houses of religion!
And with more people suffering legions
of physical and mental problems, are
we justified to ask the question with a chill:
has the modern pill become the new gospill?
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I use to say I hear you
Now I say "What you say?
I use to say What's going on? 
Now I say I Remember
I use to hear you LOUD and CLEAR
Now I can barley hear you at all
I use to say tha'ts what WE use to say
Now I ask the question is that what we use to SAY?...

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I believe no one loves me, or I've gotten
to a point in my life I ask the question the
reason I'm living for. Depression has taken
over and little do anybody realize it;
I believe everything is my fault because I'm
told it so much I don't know what else 
to believe anymore so I take it out on myself......

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All we have on earth
is provided by our God
every need is given
by our gracious all knowing Lord

But we do ask the question
how does God know?
but God is God alone
for His giving is never slow

So we must trust by faith
believing God’s loving care
will always be with us
for He will hear our prayer

poetgord@2013...

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oh why , oh why can't caterpillars fly?
for within them theres a butterfly.
why if I could fly and achieve so high,
for my future would change from imprisonment or meet death and die.
so as I ask the question , oh why cant caterpillars fly?
why if it was I , id really try because in a few months my wings will arrive....

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When We Place Blame
By: Tom Wright
12/18/98

If in denial and seeking one,
in whom to place the blame.
Ask the question have I done,
at some time the very same?

Point no finger though it be true,
judgmental we should not be.
For when one finger I point at you,
Three are pointing back at me.
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One of the questions
  after the Holocaust
was and is "Why Me?"
  Why did they die and I live?

There is no answer
  to this question
God's ways are inscrutable
  His plan unknowable  

Yet there's this -- 
  I live to dedicate myself
to preserve the memories 
  of those I knew 
    who could not ask the question...

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Your body pressed up against mine
Your hands running through my hair 
you make it feel like a crime
Your absence makes me feel so bare
The dark light up above
The skin to skin feeling
I know we are in love
I see you kneeling
There is a star up above
I see it through the window
The feeling of this love
I see the rings shadow
you ask the question
I feel the tension


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but then again the dead will try, 
to get your attention by and by,
the lightest touch you surely feel, 
ask the question, is it real,
 as my Dad said when he came by,
 "white ants up in the corner, WHY. "

we wither on the human vine,
but spiritually we're doing fine,
to suffer of and reap your fate,
till death is cleaning of the slate,
time to drink some wine......

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I look out my window 
And stare at the moon 
And look at it high in the sky 

I look at it and think 
Ponder away 
And ask the question, Why?

Why do sleep?
Why do we rise?
Just like the moon and the sun 

Why can't we stay like kids 
Be children
And just have fun?

Why do we die?
Why are we born?
And why do we come to be?

I think to myself 
I say to myself
The answer starts with me....

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Free to dance on clouds of gray,
free to sing,
ok to stay.

Free to laugh as the soul is healed,
free to mourn,
ok to feel.

Free to give with no return,
free to receive,
ok to yearn.

Free to think outside the box,
free to release your inner thoughts,
ok to imagine.

Free to have courage in dangerous times,
free to fight,
ok to run.

Free to live,
free to die,
ok to ask the question why?...

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I go to the city
To be alone…
Distraction
Calling me away
From myself
Isolating my
Memory
Burying my
Thoughts
In endless concrete
Passing 1000 people
Never meeting
One
Never meeting
One
Who will tell me
About myself
Never meeting
One
Who will tell me
What is real
Never meeting
One
Who will ask the question
Why
In my darkest
Most confused
Moments
I go to the city
—to be alone

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)...

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I stood upon the Great Chinese Wall
and drank a pint of alcohol. 
'Twas then I had a thought, 
and heaved a heavy sigh. 
A bird is happy in the sky
when he spreads his wings to fly. 
He is so, is he not?

I saw a bird who could not be caught, 
a little avian astronaut.
'Twas then I heard him call. 
The inspector said, "how did he die? 
It's simple.  This wall is high,
but I would ask the question why   
he took this foolish fall."...

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As I walk the path of life
Reflections of happy days pass my way
Days when my four legged friend Kedo
Followed in my footsteps night and day

He was but 6 years old when it was his time to die
Weeks of chemo didn’t help, but I had to try.
Yet I still ask the question why oh why,
Is it always things you love that pass on by.

Penned 1 September 2015
Contest  Titles.

My poetry titles were:
Friends
Reflections
Footsteps
Kedo
Why....

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Hello you

Please don't cry

Because there is no reason why

As viruses just come and go
But where we just do not know

Just stay inside for a short time
Then we will all be fine

As governments tell us so
We will all be fine if we don't know

And if you have a pressing question
Just keep it in isolation
As isolation makes us safe
Until the start of the next day

When we then ask the question
What the xxxx don't we know

DAMO x...

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Many will ask the question why?
Many will weep for you have gone.
Many will try to hide the sorrow in side.
Many will share their thoughts and memories of you.
Many will come to see you one last time.
Trying to decipher why some one such as you must leave so soon.
So in our time of sorrow and grief let us cling to our faith.
For it is our faith in God that will carry us forward.
Also let us find joy in the knowledge that you now rest in haven....

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Force that turns glass shards to mists
and causes girders to bend and twist
flesh and bone cannot resist
nor mortal word can console this

pushed to the brink
with blotted ink 
the buttons pressed
have secret links

to battles pitched
it might seem rich 
for ribbon bars
as spirits lift

the bodies stiff
a cheek to kiss
for some they dare
not lift the lid

an endless list
of souls to miss
we ask the question, 
‘is it just this?’

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I go to the city 
To be alone,
Distraction
Calling me away
From myself
Isolating my 
Memory
Burying my 
Thoughts
In endless concrete 
Passing 1000 people 
Never meeting
One
Never meeting 
One
Who will tell me 
About myself
Never meeting 
One
Who will tell me
That Its real
Never meeting 
One
Who will ask the question
Why,
In my darkest
Most confused 
Moments
I go to the city,
—to be alone

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)...

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Demons are everywhere
seen and unseen
They use you and abuse you
yet they follow
They pull you to the right
they pull you to the left
they spin you around
yet they follow
They manipulate you
confuse you and torment you
yet they follow
You ask the question, WHY Lord?
and he answers 
follow or be followed
You see my child
when you follow the light and follow me 
demons flee
because demons only follow 
the darkness within
So follow or be followed...

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L-earn to accept everything, 
E-ither good or bad; 
A-ny matter under the sun that makes you happy or sad.

L-earn to accept everything, 
A-lmighty God knows all; 
M-ove on whatever may come, 
B-e firm during rise and fall.
I-n learning to accept everything, 
N-ever ask the question why; 
I-nstead of complaining, 
C-hoose to thank God in the sky.
I-t's time to be submissive to whatnots the Lord may bring; 
O-n the fourteenth of October, learn to accept everything....

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I often ask the question am I guilty?
Did I do all I have done?  Was it worth
my time to have come.  Am I guilty of not
doing more, than that you have sent me for?

Is it fair to count the moments or the energy
I have spent. In doing what I thought was right,
only to see how things went.    

Was it what you want of me, 
for I know not how to please Thee.  
Is it time for me to quit,
and take no part in it?  
Am I guilty after all
and am I now to take the fall....

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