Why are we all alive?
Why can we walk, when most people can't?
Why can we breathe, when most people need help?
Each and every day, that's given to us.
We take for granted.
Does getting high, really help you enjoy life?
Does getting drunk, and hurting people help?
We only live once, but who knows that?
Maybe we're reincarnated to change our ways.
But instead, we just blow it off.
We make fun of people, who have a disease.
Who are bigger than us, and might even be trying to slim
down.
Who are smarter than us, when they make the most
money.
If we live once, then why do we do these things?
Have we looked in the mirror?
We're human. We make mistakes, we hurt people, and we
hurt ourselves.
We're not fantastic. But we're human. And if we all made
peace, maybe we would have less wars going on.
Maybe people who needs help, wouldn't go out shooting.
Maybe schools would be a lot safer.
But instead, we have wars, troops to try and keep us safe,
and we have even more wars going on in each and every
state.
We're fighting for our lives, that we once took for granted.
In the peaceful night
The ululating pierced the silence
The roar of the big engines
Prompted the ears to cock
The lamps all got dull and died
The people all hushed
The thunderous shots
Exploded the silence in the air
They tormented the spirits of all in despair
Obviously in multiple pairs
The boots stamped rapidly
All over the area
Here and there
Fear was so dense in the air
You could cut it with razor
The mothers sobbed in prayer
The children trembled in fear
The fathers languished in despair
Shrill cries filled the air
As doors flew open into the air
Bright torches lit the helpless faces
Dark masks hid the reckless faces
Foul words tumbled out of the dirty mouths
Prayers murmured out of the angry mouths
Furniture were overturned
Houses were over burnt
Innocent people were slaughtered
Culprits walked away in laughter
Children witnessed in fear
Old people spit curses in anger
The sun never seemed to come to life
The People wished it would fast arrive
When it finally obliged
The sight filled their faces with fright
The land was crying tears of blood
Gloom scratched the hearts of everyone alive
I believe all people have souls
I believe in people who believe in God
And I believe in all the others
We are sisters, we are brothers
Recent world events have shaken my beliefs
Why are we fighting a phony war
Fueled by greed, by power seekers galore?
Those Sayers of Doom whose deeds deride
American People and America’s Pride
(They have lied – and lied – and lied)
They are the Spoilers who covet and value
Captured land over precious human life
These Spoilers hold hands with other Spoilers
And that’s an ugly, un-American sight
Spoilers are nothing but empty shells
They are mindless pathetic fools
These Spoilers are really nothing
But bottomless, cold black holes
Maybe I don’t believe anymore ---
I don’t believe all people have souls.
Staring through these bloodshot eyes
Your face still comes to mind
A vast plague of infinite loss
Death settles in on the conscience
Slowly the light depresses down into overwhelming darkness
As the people cry for God’s mercy
But mankind’s endless sins prevent God from hearing their screams
All people soon lose hope
And parish in the eternal flames
The atmosphere which held the mushroom cloud,
on a stoic August morn
devastatingly lethal to a people proud,
Cries of anguish drowned out by a noise so loud,
forms forever etched in concrete as
The atmosphere which held the mushroom cloud,
A grizzly tactic, that was meant to astound,
setting events in motion
devastatingly lethal to a people proud,
Vaporized, in a mere second, no sight, no sound,
as it detonated 1900 feet above the city proper in
The atmosphere which held the mushroom cloud,
Molten glass replaces earthen ground,
as the heat more intense than the Rising Sun
devastatingly lethal to a people proud,
A city, left in a destructive smoldering mound,
one hundred forty thousand, perished from
The atmosphere which held the mushroom cloud,
Devastatingly lethal to a People Proud.
To all of our soldiers
Here and abroad
Your bravery is seen
And honored by all
Your caring touch
To the people you free
Your scornful punishment
To those who deceive
You’re doing your duty
You’re fighting with pride
Defending a people
Who know not how to survive
All the small children
With eyes so bright
Look at you
Understanding not why you fight
The freedom you bring them
Comes with a price
So many American soldiers
Have given their lives
Is a life for freedom
And even exchange
Another countries freedom
An American family’s pain
For the loss of their loved ones
Who died in a fight
A memory they will live with
All of their lives
Our county was built
With honor and pride
Without our brave soldiers
We would never survive
To Our American Soldiers
Alive and gone
Your love, life and honor
Will always live strong
It was the year of 39,
and for a lot of people it was such a bad time,
for in that year blood was shed,
and a lot of people ended up dead,
For in this time of trouble and strife,
a lot of people have suffered through life,
to hear the planes,
and see the bombs,
and hear the guns keep rattling on,
No-one could stop the war for going on,
even though it went on much to long,
they would have loved to see it come to an end,
but then again it all depends,
People would have loved to stop the men with the gun,
and go back to having some good old fun,
no more death and no more fight,
let the people of the world see the light,
To see people suffer so much pain,
its a shame we could not start life all over again,
the people who start this trouble and strife,
without a doubt should pay with their life
I wish the people that could stop this war would.
Let's bow our heads and say a prayer.
For the men and women over there.
Fathers,mothers,sisters,brothers,husbands,wives.
Fighting for our freedom giving up their lives.
Walking on roads paved with blood and tears.
Showing their strength and showing no fears.
The smell of death fills the air.
The people there thinks no one cares.
Please feel our pain and stop this war.
No one here wants this anymore.
Think of their children that cry at night.
When they say their prayers they want us to make it right.
Teresa Skyles/Theoklapoet
01/04/07
Hail falls down on the sun,
Our race will not live, so help me God,
Where going to do the opposite of unloading a gun.
We can only win by using force on this unhealthy pod.
Change the movie, even if hailed by critics,
Watch little Molly get killed by a chainsaw,
An absent scream in a scene of screeching crickets.
She we dead before i watched her brains fall.
Sadistic is nothing compared to this,
I the thought, i hate the sappy,
I like the thought of dumb souls slitting their wrists.
The actually screams make me happy.
I love the thought of readers i might startle,
I love the people who know I'm right,
My effort level is actually partial.
I love the people who laugh at life.
You don't know me
We have never met
Yet somehow, your face
before me
I cannot forget
I envision you
Your eyes, your nose,
your mouth
Although you do not exist as
a being
You are sweet to smell
I imagine you are sour to taste
But somehow you make people
feel empowered, addicted
You ruin lives and families
You make babies born needing
you before
They even take their first breath
You take mothers and fathers
Aunts, uncles, and cousins
You take the young ones,
The teenagers so easily
You stop their lives
And I just don't understand
If more people said "no"
If more people had control
Maybe you would eventually go
Maybe you would not even exist
This is my greatest wish.
He was just a boy in a foreign place,
Far from home amongst people from a different race.
Fighting a war that many people back home were not supportive of,
Have they forgot the day those airplanes flew into those Twin Towers from above?
How many children lost a mom or a dad that day?
We didn’t start it and we shouldn’t be asked to look the other way.
He said I’ve heard it called a Jihad, a religious war,
He said we don’t push Jesus on nobody, and we not going to allow Him slandered, not on my
watch, not by far.
He said I was in high school the day I watched those towers fall,
And I counted the days to join up, I felt the call.
I felt molested and I remember how it made me sick,
And I saw America pull together, strong, powerful, determined and quick.
I saw the eagle shed a tear, then I saw her talons clamp the arrows tight,
And I knew then, that we were going to set things right.
That’s why I’m here to defend or die,
Cause I still love my country and let her flag always fly high.
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.