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lazlo-mehl
lazlo-mehl
I'm fun, loving and outgoing. Poetry is my life and reading and writing books is my passion.
THE WORLD IS AGAINST US AND WE HAVE NO ONE TO SAVE US.... If children are born of innocence why are so many found guilty, why are so many taken away at such a young age... Parents are supposed to be guardian yet they are taking away our lives with no remorse they beat on us until life eventually fails us, why do they have us just to throw us away is this what God intended for us, for us to breath our last breath at just four years old... Parent we have a message for you "if you can't protect us who the hell will. Stop taking away our lives!!!
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Aug 18, 2025
Aug 18, 2025 at 5:52 AM UTC
kids
Everyone always says that time heals wounds, but are wound ever really healed if they healed why do I still see the scars, why do I still feel the pain time does not heal wound it only buries it, but it will be dug up again.
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Aug 18, 2025
Aug 18, 2025 at 5:45 AM UTC
Healing
In a world that forever changing, how do you expect me to remain the same...
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Aug 18, 2025
Aug 18, 2025 at 5:41 AM UTC
changing
Hey there little Brother You've left is once again, I know that this was not by choice but God needed you there, I know that you hurting, the same way we all do but you have to know this Louboy, you've won the race and now you get to see God's face, please don't be so disheartened, your mom's and dad's are okay, you were truly special that's why God couldn't wait, for you to come back home and take up your rightful place, today we are mourning but we also celebrate the beautiful memories that we got to make, no no don't cry, dry your eyes and celebrate your life is now eternal we still have to wait. So please little brother, please prepare our place for we pray to meet you once again face to face.
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Jul 11, 2024
Jul 11, 2024 at 12:50 AM UTC
Hey there little Brother
Wait let's see take a moment to think, reflect back to your week. What is it that you remember the most, oh that honestly and ultimately I remember that too.
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Oct 16, 2015
Oct 16, 2015 at 8:28 AM UTC
Ultimately
Is it not ironic how u meet someone that changes the way you think And then in a heartbeat, they are gone away. Yet those who linger and stay around, are those you wish could leave Remember that dog that was your best friend, that when you go into trouble by mommy and daddy, he stood firmly next to you and when daddy hit your bums he would bark so loud and put up a performance sending daddy and mommy on a guilt trip making them all soft and apologetic – then is it not ironic how your dog would leave you, all alone but yet the cat that sat on granny’s lap, that thrilled at the sound of your voice when you cried behind the tool shed would still be around. Is it not ironic how your best friends would be taking away from you so young leaving you in this world to face each day alone – and all you can say is why did you do it, why did you leave, why did you leave me and not say goodbye. Is it not ironic how u meet someone that changes the way you think And then in a heartbeat, they are gone away. Yet those who linger and stay around, are those you wish could leave To all my friends and family that I have lost in 2015 I will miss you all, and while I'm on this earth your memory will linger on in my heart and soul and in endless stories of the days pass and the many more to come.
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Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 9:47 AM UTC
IRONIC
In the morning I wake, eyes opened in a foreign place I don’t know these wall or these sills Nor this bed I find myself in These windows are, thee only familiar thing Wide doors, dark passage wall My mind seems to be running I’m too afraid to touch the marble floors Looking at my reflection head tilted down This place is all to foreign to me The curtains hang from ceiling to ground Covered in what looks like circus clowns To my left a candle lit, to brightly beam To the right a door, that leads to my dismay I feel the breeze run through my hair Waking every sleeping, pore My throat is dry, my mind confused Where am I, wait who am I Have these four walls, taking away my identity For some faint reason I cannot remember WHO I AM I feel lost, isolated and even dead Well perhaps this is hell at its best For heaven seemed warmer, brighter and blessed This is a nightmare - as I move to get off the bed In total silence I slid to the edge, my face Tiled towards these marble shinning floors Where my reflection, reflects right back A look of fear, anxiety and total disarray As my feet touches the floor I feel, Shivers run up my spine to my neck The ground is cold and horrid too Of all the colours, grey is what you choose You must have, had a dull and boring life too WHO AM I
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Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 7:50 AM UTC
Who Am I
It spreads as quick as Oil runs down a water fall Taking over my entire body I’ve only ever once felt this way .............................................................................. When I fell in love on a winter day But now my body weakens With every passing hour I’ve not been treated, .................................................. There is no cure As the days pass by So does my body pass away What once was will ...................................................... No longer be What once was me Will pass away too Why did this happen .......................................................... Why did I let it get to me I thought I was protected By all means I tried I pushed and pulled ............................................................. Why the hell didn’t I fight Like so many before me I gave up my strive For existence seems .......................................................... Better that way At least now I’ll be out Of everyone’s way ...........................................................
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Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 9:07 AM UTC
Cancer
As I wake in the morning to find my favourite window covered in mist I then realise winter is here just, just Its warm in my bed Id rather rest my head then face the cold of winter as winter is just, just I fear the cold of winter trenching over my face is it to late to long for summer coz winter is here just, just
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Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 4:58 AM UTC
Winter
How can it be, I said As I laid and stared Why me I asked God I always prayed so hard Why did this happen What have I done I never sinned or pinned I was never out of line All I did was obeyed Why did you spare me I should of just died I remember still now Many years later The scar on his cheek the smell of his odour The bang against my head Nothing but a faded scar The marks on my stomach Hiding behind my imperfections I fought real hard But I had to give up I prayed that day That God please don't spare me I'd rather be dead, then a shattered soul The image of his face haunts me still I remember those eyes Burning deep inside my soul Lord how I seek for revenge The one that stole my soul He took away my motherhood But he will never know For that day will haunt me forever And forever I will be afraid.
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Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 4:53 AM UTC
Why Me