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 Sep 2014
Kevin Eli
Playgrounds that double as bomb shelters.
Words of hate painted on a missile.
Freedom and peace doesn't exist when your neighbor wants to **** you...

Happiness and sadness, survival feels like madness.
The bus stop burns as you go to work and pass it.
Schools turned into a pool of blood, piled **** and rubble.
Whoever calls this the Holy Land is full of ******* and troubled.

The tears and the pain make us numb.
Begging for that bullet in the head, so it would be over and done.
There is nowhere to run, even though we are scared
Can this ever end? If we all only cared.

Freedom or fear.
FIGHT.

Fight for your life,
Hope that the children fight for all human rights.
A future without war, without bodies or burned shores.
Asking to give their lives, for a world without horror, guns and mortars.
A land without borders, prisons, our hate and our horrors.

For Love,
Eternal and forever, each day can be born.
Pray for Jerusalem,
So we can all go home.
Palestinian or Israeli, Christian, Jewish or Muslim; we all have the same right to be loved and pursue happiness.
 Sep 2014
TonyC
At the corner, a girl child from the UK
another soft drink she chugged
Whilst the girl woman in the Sudan,
the heavy *** on head she lugged
She walked eight miles, braving ****,
to fetch unclean water from the well
Whilst in the UK, the girl bought designer clothes
to make her feel just swell

God where are the waters of life?
To end their strife

At the mall, the boy child ate his third Hershey bar
In Malawi the boy man’s
stomach had extended too far
Malnutrition had sealed his fate


God where is the cereal?
To make their lives non-ephemeral

Down under, the son celebrated with family,
presents and cake
his father’s 100th milestone
Whilst in war torn Syria, a son, now orphan
buried his young murdered father,
in ground without a gravestone


God when will the fighting cease?
To give them a chance of peace


Is this God’s confusion?
That though we are all made the same,
some people their innocence shattered
are headed for a terrifying fate
whilst others fully satiated and secure,
sip their drinks, polish off and request another plate
Or does God if he exists
not love the weak and oppressed?
 Sep 2014
Patrick Sugarr
Slowly
                  you tear me apart
                                                           ­ by every word
                                                            ­                                         you wouldn't say
                                                              --
i just wish you'd say good night back.
 Sep 2014
Bella
You do not know pain
I repeat
You do not know pain
Not until you have watched the words "I do not care"
Fall out of the lips of the person you hold most dear
You do not know pain
Not until they look at you and smile
While you fall apart
You do not know pain
Not until they act as if the world is well
As yours comes crumbling around your feet
You do not know pain
Not until they have nothing left to say
Letting you pour yourself into apologies you have no right saying
You do not know pain
Not until they ignore your very presence
As you walk around turning into the ghost they want you to be
You do not know pain
Not until your love and your heart belong to such a cold soul
A cold soul that once warmed your insides and reminded you of hope
You do not know pain
Not until they steal your last ray of sun
And give it to someone who once meant nothing when you meant the world
You do not know pain
You do not know Pain
I need to stop writing such sad stuff
 Sep 2014
SøułSurvivør
Sometimes the
unspoken words
are the ones
that hurt most!**


10W
SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
It seems I have not been
In contact with some of my
Old friends here.
I am sorry!
There seems not enough time
To be there for all the ones
I love. I share a computer
So have less time than
I'd like on the site.
I never want to hurt anyone.
If I have done so, please forgive me.
 Sep 2014
YoungGentleman17
A love that's long
a love that lasts
that feels so strong
you can't get pass

A love that impacts us
and makes us who we are today
and even if some have some that passed away
her love remains in there souls everyday

A love that we should value
And never forget as well
her words are like heaven
plus when your down she can tell

she has the words of encouragement
that brings us out even the worst slumps
they even told us where theirs obstacles we must jump

i understand some mothers are good
some mothers are bad
but they always had
a scent or feeling that made us glad

therefore a love we all cherished since our life began
and carried it all the way to where we are today
A love that brings us to joy and spirit
and wash away our sins
Makes me feel a mothers love will never end
for the people with mothers who have passed away
i hope this poems brings you motivation throughout your days
i might not have a mother who's gone
but she has a very bad disease in her muscles
she can barely walk nor barely move
and it's caused me to lose my whole grove

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