2 days ago

We all act
All we need is
Getting a little help

Forgive me for any mistakes...
Thanks for reading!! :)
#words   #weak   #help   #strong   #but   #rescue  
Always Ally
Always Ally
2 days ago

Everything will be okay;
as long as you stay by me.

When your world is a blur
and you feel unsure;
you can count on me.

I know you just need a friend.
I'll be there til' the end.
You can wait and see.

The world can still be beautiful,
but you've always been beautiful to me.

#world   #beautiful   #friend   #help   #me   #on   #count  
Cherie Nolan
Cherie Nolan
3 days ago

In a world of fear and crime today,
well it's hard to see the good,
amongst a guarded people now,
who once together stood,
we focus on just what we can't,
instead of what we should,
say who can help our people out,
if anybody could?

I tell you this in shame for all,
that people here are dying,
adults and infants die alike,
in endless tears I'm crying.
while another child dies today,
from lies that we are buying,

I see the world as it should be,
where we all share our food,
instead we have a county now,
where commonplace is rude,
where elected is a president,
who's mouth is spewing crude,

A divided people always fall,
it will lead us to a death,
I will say we rise as one,
until my dying breath,

My poet heart,
can't take much more,
of a people lost in blindness,
as levied waters at our toes,
to stop it only kindness,

Wake up,
won't you,
selfish those,
with a frozen blinkless stare,

I hope if you were starving,
well I hope someone would share,
in every other bite they eat,
& everything they bare,

If alone and out there hungry
it's hard for some to beg,
with so many apathetic,
to a Humpty Dumpty egg,

They talk an talk in platitudes,
of goodness they don't mean,
stupidity a common voice,
like I have never seen,
where friends are disappearing here,
and the grass no longer green,

Not because their stupid,
though in ignorance,
is bliss,
while painful is awareness,
it is endless,
that abyss,

In a world of broken people,
& few who see the truth,
where ones who share are not believed,
or lost to us in youth,

We search to be enlightened,
or say something,
like the same,
while putting idle hands beneath us,
as our heads hang down in shame,
or we aim a bony finger,
point to someone else in blame,

We are too slow to awaken,
so we must wake up right now,
we must end in our division,
come together here somehow,
& I will keep on asking,
till my death in this I vow,
when I see a God & if he comes,
to him I'll surely bow,

Though here's the saddest story,
of a sweet and blessed child,
from his mother's womb he came,
all humble, meek and mild,
then crucified by greedy hands,
so lost in envy wild,

A baby dies in freezing temps,
a homeless camp his stable,
his barefoot Mother thinks he breathes,
to care for him,

Some say that she is crazy,
and they think it's even fact,
otherwise well why in hell,
would any woman act,
as if she's nuts or evil,
or with the devil made a pact,

As if her baby was a gift,
immaculate conception,
she says he is child of a God,
a unique an rare exception,
all she hears is yeah sure right,
and utter clear rejection,

Most don't care about her story here,
my listening ears,
they bury heads in comfy blankets,
to drown out the constant fears,
from worldly plight,
in what can draw their tears?

We are told that capitalism,
is the way up to the top,
money rooted all our evil,
to share would help it stop,

An ad hominem argument,
to argue truth of God,
& I'm sure if he exists at all,
he'd find it more than odd,

If he sent a child here to see,
if kindness here exists,
if 9 days old is all he had,
to raise an angry fist,

I couldn't say I'd blame him,
seems that no one gave a damn,
for a little dying baby,
just a sacrificial lamb,

If people who believe that Jesus,
he died for us our sin,
if they and every person,
treated strangers as their kin,
there wouldn't be a battle,
that together we can't win,
realize not to judge,
on say someone else's sin,

No mouth would ever hunger,
our strength as one would grow,
to a loving giving God,
in our kindness we would show,
doing what is right ,
is something we should know,

The money hungry people,
a machine who's way is lost,
who throws away the extras,
regardless of the cost,

Animals are moving on,
while Winters without snow,
smoggy skies to block the sun,
a hazy smelly glow,
the government says look away,
then puts on another show,
they can take another bow,
while hitting a new low,

I ask above an answer,
why WE do this to OUR people,
while my country is my church,
& my sky above,
the stepple,

It's not about religion now,
or right,
or wrong,
or hate,
there's only one way in to there,
behind the pearly gates,
our journey architected,
by our hands,
our only fate,

I implore you,
share in all you have,
before it's all too late.

Cherie Nolan © 2016

Crying for a nation today ;/ this actually happened yesterday in America. I do not discount God or Religion in any way - I just know we need to act here now. With love and kindness, gratitide & awareness, understanding and effort we can change the world. Please share today - idk if makes sense- ❤ VERMONT
#god   #starving   #help   #tragic   #homeless   #newborn   #troubling  
Erin Nicole
Erin Nicole
4 days ago

You play the role of a happy person
with a smile across your face.
But deep inside it hurts
And your crying out for help.

Nessa dieR
Nessa dieR
6 days ago

This is not a poem
Instead, this is a cry for some attention
For all my dreams have led me
to a state of desperation.
I need to raise some money-
wait! don't go yet!-
I want to be a doctor
but don't have cash to pay the debt.
This summer there's a program
at Baylor I truly desire to attend
And if I don't raise enough
I might as well be dead.
So please help me out!
anything will do
here is the link:
I hope to hear from you soon.

#why   #please   #help   #you   #me   #college   #money   #beg   #donate   #baylor  
Rebecca Lynn
Rebecca Lynn
6 days ago

A composer can sit down all day,
just to write a single harmony.
A songwriter can sit down all day,
just to write a few words to a melody.

But like all great writers do,
writers block is there to rue the day...
Unlike the best writers like you,
you can always find a way.

It could be raining outside,
and you have not a great idea in your mind.
It could be snowing too,
with you nothing else to do.
But better yet it could be sunny and 75 out,
with you out on the beach with new ideas that shout.

Welcome young and new writer,
to a world where it couldn't be any brighter.
A world where you can be you,
where you can write about anything that you want to.
Embrace the new you,
just be the person that you want to be remembered.

Chara-Ruth Ward
Chara-Ruth Ward
6 days ago

The unexplainable, bubbling sensation,
Of staring at a blank doc searching.
They call it young writer’s frustration
But it call it creativity yearning,
For answers that can’t be found.
The longer I look the harder it gets.
Isn’t it profound,
The more I see the more I forget.
That I’m a writer with skill,
With the pen as my powerful weapon.
Yet I lack the will,
To get the last two lines of this poem done.

Rest in piece last lines that never got written
6 days ago

I fell in this hole again
I don't know who i am anymore
I feel the pain the sadness
I hope this doesn't get worst
My mind and feeling are fucked
My friends aren't my friends
They lied , i trusted them
But they used med
I've been broken both dating way and
I've lost myself once again
I'm trying to find my way back
But it's hard
I'm stressing, over thinking
My depression  coming back , anxiety
I was truly happy for once but then
Out of nowhere it hit me
I felt alone,thoughts like  no one cared

I found this while I was going through my notes , so I decided to post it .-.
#suicide   #self   #harm   #sad   #depression   #happy   #help   #fakesmile  

I wish I wish
I wasn't like this
Can't give to get
Can't aim to miss.
To be alive is such a gift
If only I, could learn to live.

Glow glazed in my guilt
Sick swallowing pride
Feeling all that I feel
killingme inside.

sinking is my spirit
Missing is my mind
Bodys long mistreated
Lost is all my time.

#love   #depressed   #alone   #hope   #lost   #dark   #help   #insecure   #unsure   #addicted  
Sylus Fox
Sylus Fox
Jan 14

Please don't cry for my life
Your tears won't heal scars
And they'd be wasted anyways
You can't cry away the years
Can't take away the nightmares
Besides I've grown fond of them
Like friends from past lives
Whispering memories in my ear
Sighing lies of I love you and
It's not your fault.
So keep your tears locked behind your eyes
Keep your pity to yourself
There's nothing that could save my life

#depression   #tears   #cry   #hurt   #please   #help   #suicidal   #dont  
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