The world, our world, our nation
The yearning for love world
filling and occupying each memory
passed, and hidden
yet found
unremorseful towards each.
What has happened to our world?
The proud rock of our nation
formed by love and respect for one another,
the unconditional love once
given and returned.
What changed our world?
Our blooming world,
turning dry each day yet full
of bloomed and ripe trees.
What happened to peace,
respect,and love?
That was once like god's grace of life.
What changed our world?
Categories:
unremorseful, 12th grade, africa,
Form: Free verse
You cherish violence
Is it your way to settle scores?
You hate peace
Wreaking havoc is all you think about
Though your secrets are held close to your heart
An aspect of individuality promoting secrecy
With every act you inflict unbearable pain
Like a fire,
You consume anything on your path
To sate your insatiable hunger
Many hapless people you kill off
Property you destroy
Anyone standing on your path,
You mercilessly crush
Like a river,
You make blood to flow
You are an agent of pollution
The atmosphere is filled with the smell of death
You are heartless
For you love to besiege the weak
And turn their compound into a battlefield
Under your watch,
Many have been made homeless
Others have become orphans
Some are either widow
Or widowers
You are unperturbed
But your anger has to be sate
Is your heart made of rock?
You appear unremorseful
But proud of your actions
We have to speak
Since you are likely to knock on our doors
And infringe on our spaces
Squeezing every breath from our lungs
Our hate for you is so immense
Your strength has made you ignorant
An act likely to lead to your downfall!
Categories:
unremorseful, grief, violence,
Form: Other
.Boom! Boom! Boom!
Is the sound of the bombs,
Destructive echoes from metalic stumps.
It kills the young.
It kills the old.
With a ravaging sound,
That rises from the ground.
From the evil man's indurate heart,
That is always cold.
With unremorseful force,
It pierces our loved ones.
Leaving us with havoc,
Bloodshed and tears in our eyes.
This cruel incessant
Reverberating sound,
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Categories:
unremorseful, death, evil, fear, grief,
Form: I do not know?
Tears on the Wind
I have shed tears.
Tears that never fell,
snatched by angels
lest they dry without
acknowledgement.
I have wept, sobbed
as tears cascaded,
a river of hope
to douse the fire of
disillusionment.
I have cursed
hate’s acid tears.
Railed against the
gods and demons
incoherently
I grew weary
of the tears
shed alone
in nameless, shapeless
dark places.
I have shed tears.
Tears on the wind,
free, unremorseful,
unrepentant
Tears on the wind.
John G. Lawless
5/22/2014
Categories:
unremorseful, character, spiritual,
Form: Verse
Like Autumn
is—to—trees—I am
things fall
a p a r t
with precision
and I am unremorseful
and she is left
disconnected from reality
and I wear my sins
proudly to the next act
show after show.
Categories:
unremorseful, break up, sorry,
Form: Free verse
The Scriptures cannot emphasize
enough the need to scrutinize
one's life.
If one will visualize
himself as hanging over the fires of hell
by a tiny string, they will recognize
their need for God and turn to Him.
One cannot hide from God
by putting on a disguise.
He is an all-knowing God.
He is a great and mighty judge
who some dare to antagonize
when they advertise
their unremorseful sin.
People of all walks of life
try to patronize
our wonderful God,
but God is not a wimp.
When one repents and turns to God
they analyze
their lives through the Word of God.
They strive not to jeopardize
their friendship with a holy God.
The Word of God is there to sterilize
their lives from sin,
and sin in the christian life will paralyze.
Categories:
unremorseful, inspirational, religion, god, god,
Form: Rhyme
Anyone can become fat in a matter of days,
Some have a choice others give in to
obesity because it is organic,
Nevertheless, it causes people
to panic,
Acquaintances and family members will shun
you at all cost,
Many fat people even get "put down" by their
bosses,
Fat folks get left out in the cold without
any choices,
Everyone loves the beautiful people,
slim, trim and lean,
but don't get overweight!
You won't be heard or seen,
They will even make up clever names
such as porskter, or blob,
But does anyone help to get the
problem solved?
Most critics remain shallow and unremorseful,
hoping and praying the fatty genes never
visit,
Because if it does, they will run shrieking
to the nearest clinic.
Categories:
unremorseful, life
Form: Prose Poetry