Deep meanings. - Hello Poetry

Sep 2017

Autumn

They run.
They scream.
They beg for help.
Their homes are burned.
The women are *****.
The children are tortured.
Everyone is killed.
A savior amidst the government and yet her lips sit on top of each other, only opening to condemn the persecuted Rohingya...
A Nobel Peace Prize winner revealing herself as an assailant of ethics.
The Rohingya.
The humans denied aid by almost every brother and sister,
THOUSANDS of men, women, children,
are drowning, burning, pleaing for mercy,
as you sit in your comfy chair and read this poem,
as i sit in this bed writing this poem.
The Rohingya are looking into the eyes of a Buddhist state;
looking down the barrel of a gun pointed at them from infancy.
An entire culture dedicated to dehumanizing humans...
An entire coalition of states conforming to locking the Rohingya out...
A state committing textbook genocide.
A world subduing to textbook ignorance.
And the Rohingya fighting for the right to live
For the right to be
Human
The Rohingya must not flee, nor fear persecution, for We shall stand by the Rohingya!

i never write about anything other then feelings basically so i know this is rough but its important

#savetherohingya #rohingya #un #genocide #rohingyarefugeecrisis #freedom #persecution

Sep 2017

Elizabeth Squires

Forlorn Yard

terribly trashed, torn
and tossed
around
the people's belongings
litter the
ground

recovery after tempest
where to
start
everything in the shape
of twisted
art

rebuilding the job
so enormously
big
who'll help them
mend the tattered
rig
where's humanity's
aiding
twig
homes and lively-hoods
crushed like a
fig

an aftermath
to
contemplate
fierce driving winds
and rains did
saturate
the Atlantic's forces
wouldn't
abate
fury unleashed as if
in much
hate

teardrops falling
falling so
hard
teardrops falling
over forlorn
yard

#hurricane #irma #winds #storm #teardrops #barbuda

Sep 2017

Tapiwa Individualist

BELIEVE IN YOURSELF!! EVEN IF NO ONE ELSE DOES..

Nobody can understand you more than you..
Therefore when things seem to go amiss,
People lose hope in you.
Stand for you!!
You need your support more than anyone elses.
Opinions change,opinions are based on conditions..
But belief;it is unshakable.
If you believe in yourself,
No matter what anyone says you will still regard yourself highly.

Aug 2017

Sincerely Em

Deathly Temptations

Your silence breeds deathly temptations within me

On the edge of my breaths I stood looking down to words that
should have been said ..
My toes linger on the edges whilst the wind finds its way through
the spaces of my body ..

I wanted you to pull me back
Yet, you remained in silence

Narrow, became the ground below my feet;
Pulling me away from existence

My weight fell before me ..
My soul followed the long fall ..

Eight letters down ..

I counted them as I ceased to be

But even in my death, the screaming echoes of your silence lived
with me

So I kept my headstone unmarked;
You shall always have a space to engrave your deathly silence

Whenever you’re ready ..
My grave will forever remain hugging its headstone

For my soul found its patience in death

Sincerely, Em

P.S. Writer's block unblocked. It's good to be back.

Aug 2017

bex

Icarus (Villanelle)

So... What if I flew too close to the sun,
cimbing steadily through the open air
and my feathers all fell off, one by one.

Freedom and a reckless moment of fun
mixed with a child's propensity to err...
I know I will fly too close to the sun.

I left the earth with my song, still unsung,
drifted along, alone, without a care
and my feathers all fell off, one by one.

A chimeric mirage, to which I clung
and I pleaded Fates, my wings to repair.
So what, if I flew too close to the sun.

The journey over, quick as it'd begun.
Shining bright was the sun's terrible glare,
and my feathers all fell off, one by one.

The path once chosen, could not be undone
when caught in simple, Fates' auspicious snare.
So... What if I flew too close to the sun,
and my feathers all fell off, one by one?

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