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Riseofrose
16/F
The one thing I can promise is true... no matter the distance, I love you.
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Dec 16, 2020
Dec 16, 2020 at 11:31 AM UTC
long distance promise
I believe,                              that our world                              has been corrupted by greed,            that to live our lives we look on while others bleed.                                                 I used to believe,            that our world wasn't broken,                                that kindness came free.             When i got older I realized                         people have motives you can’t see.      I don’t believe,                                        that we need                              to pull others to their knees                                 so that we may be free.          When did a life lose its value?                      When did crys start going unheard?     When did we stop caring,                   about all the people that we have hurt?                 We know the harm that we do,                    but it only seems to matter,             when it comes me or you.                   All that is said will never get through,               because everything is accepted at face value.          We prey on the meek to provide a feast,   then say it’s their fault,because they are weak.    People shouldn’t have to be afraid,   of the ridicule they'll endure,                            trying to save and be brave,                                                                                                                    or how they'll provide when they stop getting paid.                                         I used to believe,              when I was young and naive,        we were all given the same chance.              How can I believe that now,          when the world around me shares the same chants?          Chants on superiority,                   over those whose lives have been shattered.                                          In a place like this,                       how can I believe,that all lives matter?     I wish I could believe                           That I could do something to stop                                     all this chaos around me.             That in all this madness,                              there is something else to blame.                    At times like this we are forced to look at ourselves,                         at all the times you thought,                                        "This is insane!"     Or said,                               "they should be ashamed!”                        What was it that had made you change?                            Are they really the ones to blame?                       I believe we allowed ourselves to become part of the crowd.            Just another sheep in the herd without so much as a sound.                          Why did we allow ourselves,                               to be pushed around?                                                I wish I could believe               that we will change years from now,                that all our mistakes are in the past.                                 How can that happen?          If we raise each generation same as the last.
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Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 7:37 PM UTC
Our world
I believe,                              that our world                              has been corrupted by greed,            that to live our lives we look on while others bleed.                                                 I used to believe,            that our world wasn't broken,                                that kindness came free.             When i got older I realized                         people have motives you can’t see.      I don’t believe,                                        that we need                              to pull others to their knees                                 so that we may be free.          When did a life lose its value?                      When did crys start going unheard?     When did we stop caring,                   about all the people that we have hurt?                 We know the harm that we do,                    but it only seems to matter,             when it comes me or you.                   All that is said will never get through,               because everything is accepted at face value.          We prey on the meek to provide a feast,   then say it’s their fault,because they are weak.    People shouldn’t have to be afraid,   of the ridicule they'll endure,                            trying to save and be brave,                                                                                                                    or how they'll provide when they stop getting paid.                                         I used to believe,              when I was young and naive,        we were all given the same chance.              How can I believe that now,          when the world around me shares the same chants?          Chants on superiority,                   over those whose lives have been shattered.                                          In a place like this,                       how can I believe,that all lives matter?     I wish I could believe                           That I could do something to stop                                     all this chaos around me.             That in all this madness,                              there is something else to blame.                    At times like this we are forced to look at ourselves,                         at all the times you thought,                                        "This is insane!"     Or said,                               "they should be ashamed!”                        What was it that had made you change?                            Are they really the ones to blame?                       I believe we allowed ourselves to become part of the crowd.            Just another sheep in the herd without so much as a sound.                          Why did we allow ourselves,                               to be pushed around?                                                I wish I could believe               that we will change years from now,                that all our mistakes are in the past.                                 How can that happen?          If we raise each generation same as the last.
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They say, all good things must end forever in your breath your memory is my only companion the pain afflicts I am only your memories.
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Sep 26, 2019
Sep 26, 2019 at 10:14 AM UTC
only a memory
Alone in the world, Nobody knew me. Nobody cared. There was no one to hear my final prayers. I wait here for God to take me, The only friend I have known. Cause I lived my life, and there's nowhere left to go. Left abandoned, No i.d., No wealth, No one by my side, I had nothing. I'm carried away to the fire, An unknown flame, Just another person without a name, Buried in a pauper's grave. They put my ashes in a jar, They buried me with other broken hearts, Left the world cold and unknown, I've made heaven my  home and I'm no longer alone.
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Jul 19, 2019
Jul 19, 2019 at 4:47 PM UTC
Pauper's grave
Gone But life goes on Have pity I'm so tired Childlike,weak,frightened You cannot stay Corpses around Let them sleep They're dead... Wake up? Never! Arguing with death but death had already chosen
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Jun 18, 2019
Jun 18, 2019 at 11:43 PM UTC
Gone
You think im happy but what a lonely night Thoughts One minute you're here and the next you're tormenting You don't wanna be "happy" like me Romancing and hoping and dreaming Wanting more but not feeling worthy Everyone is lonesome sometimes You must think it's true But I am scared and alone
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Mar 30, 2019
Mar 30, 2019 at 4:09 PM UTC
Hidden
so be the calm green so strong all living and it all green small calm if ever so calm standing all light quite special so branches so secret a rather small rather green quite strong very special ever so living all special esoteric, humble, specific particular branches standing, quietly ever so light twigs eating, graciously its primary branches standing, quietly buoyant twigs eating, graciously lite twigs feeding, graciously so esoteric, humble, specific . so ever so clear twigs eating, graciously exceptional branches, loose twigs, covert morals specific branches, clear twigs, secret morality extra branches, pure twigs, privy ethical motive specific branches, clear twigs, esoteric morals ever so abstemious twigs eating, graciously esoteric, fine, new positively special decidedly small a all living calm foliage a standing a tree a strong! tree a leaf no a .
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Mar 30, 2019
Mar 30, 2019 at 3:56 PM UTC
Tree strong and secret
When the world seems cold, And the air seems bitter When the sky is dark, And the hurt feels like a cut reopening an open wound in your heart Tearing it to a million pieces Follow my heart? Which part? Why try to find love or happiness When through it all i know it will never last Preparing for another crack for where love should grow But with every heartbreak Shredding what little is left Broken trust,cold,and strange Who would like me? I found someone I truly love Am I just being naive?
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Mar 30, 2019
Mar 30, 2019 at 12:45 PM UTC
Broken love
I hate my body I could never say I'm happy with what I see, I need to lose weight to be pretty I don't believe Being who I truly am I'm actually happy why should i? Take an inch here and there Snip away till I'm perfect Am i beautiful now?
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Mar 30, 2019
Mar 30, 2019 at 12:29 PM UTC
Perfect
The rule of king is lonely Assassination makes the deaths impartial Leaving the road to glory ****** but the riches are monumental! Witches say I'm invincible Was all this premeditated? Invincibility?the thought is laughable! Maybe this was fated… The secret had been discovered The murders avenged With the guilt leaving you feel smothered Oh how I've been challenged At least the kingdom is ruled by one better than I Tis a shame that I had to die
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Mar 30, 2019
Mar 30, 2019 at 12:18 PM UTC
Lonely rule