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See the emblem waving
Proudly, touted in the sky.
We walk among our brethren.
We recourse, resource the reason why.

All, in trepidation...
We cry out for separation.
Could it be our own downfall,
Equality, but not for all -

But, not for all?

Citizens of the nation,
Before humanitarians,
First comes clicks of locking doors.
Equality does not endure.

A man of any land should be my brother.
The whole earth, to us, our mother.
Could it be our own downfall,
Equality, but not for all -

But, not for all?

See the burden being carried
High upon laden backs,
Tautly stretched, with shoulders bending.
Each fear the other will attack.

The words have been the same,
But for intent that's not their own.
For too long, have we been believed.
Equality is just for some -

Is just for some.

Freedom is only for the free.
The lines that keep the captives buckling,
The doors that keep them let them go.
They have no where to escape.

Always there is tyranny
For the landless refugee.
He is no man as worthy as you.
Equality is just for some -

Is just for some.

All the lessons that teach us to love
The home of brave and free
Are based on notions that could not be true,
If all are not the same as you.

And, are they not the same as we,
Who are decorating for our holidays.
Living in our plentitude,
Singing songs of charity and caring -

Charity and Caring?

Gifts are given and received.
Do we remember the lessons taught
About the kind of men we are,
When another is in need?

Do they not rate the same concern
As the presents and the tree,
As we pray in  Holy Spirit,
Singing songs of charity and caring -

Charity and caring?

See the emblem waving
Proudly, touted in the sky.
We walk among our brethren.
We recourse, resource the reason why.

All, in trepidation...
We cry out for separation.
Could it be our own downfall,
Equality, but not for all -

But, not for all?
This may not make a lot of people happy, but what I have been seeing a lot of on social media is beyond me. We have been better humans that we have been, before.
I don't think I've ever wished a poem I write make the top of the heap as much as this one. I think it is the most important piece I've ever written.
All I see for miles is the pseudo-realistic
flashing lights and sounds of corporate interests,
Surrounding my soul. All around now, inward or outward bound?
I consult inside my mind as the sounds rebound, thought resounds.
All Over and over again.
When will this silly game of repetitively digging holes for Fame end?
Will Love answer these questions? Or am I doomed to this cycle
Of Ask, never learn, and pretend, to then, then back again?
Sorry words and sordid slurs I hate regurgitating
this useless knowledge I've collected.
Taking up space in The limitless mind.
Leaving dents in my teeth, leaving smears on masterpiece's perfection.
Moaning, groaning, "When Lord will I learn the Lesson?"
In a dream I was a soldier
Rolling dice in the shadow of Christ
My head twisted, contorted, out of control
Away from my game to meet His Holy eyes
A heroic gaze staring purposefully into mine
He spoke with no words and thus unto me delivered
An enchanting message, One sent my spine to shiver.
'Twas of no average man, the soul with which I spoke
And as I understood him, I heard his corpse choke
up a gasp that sent the blood fleeing from my face,
And upon his magical message my soul seemed to shake.
"Of that you have done unto the least of thine brethren,
Thou hast done unto thee, thy lord, in heaven."
The best thing about having
big dreams is that no one else has to believe in them for them to happen,its just you.
They're yours alone,your responsibility.
If people frown upon them,
That's their business
When you work towards making them come true,its for sure they aren't meaningless.
So don't give up!
Great dreams give meaning to life,they're like a driving force.
I have slowly but surely fallen in love with poetry.

I love the truth of the raw, cutting words that I can write.
I love the ability of using words to bleed, to express, to encapsulate a moment.
I love the feeling of release, relief and self-happiness that it brings me.
I love the peace of mind.
Poetry soothes my soul, allows me to breathe, allows my mind to wander for a brief period of time.
It allows me to think, to be more than myself, to say exactly how I feel and  not feel embarrassed or ashamed.
I love the voices in my head when I think deeply. I love the way my hand moves effortlessly because the words come so quickly.
I love reading poetry. It truly fascinates me, the way another's mind works and thinks. It captivates me when I can feel their emotions through their words.

I find myself when I write poems. I can paint my mind in writing, and create masterpieces.
I can see life a little clearer and a little brighter.

Fall in love with words.
Fall in love with poetry.
You taught me to be kind
you taught me to forgive
you taught me to use my mind

so upon the day that I die
when ever that may be
I want you to know that I spent my life
doing what you taught me

Their will be a time when I no longer exist
a day where I am buried
but I want you to know that I love you
Dad, Mom and my amazing brother
Ever since I was a kid I have always known that one day I will die, I have always accepted that. Even if one day they are able to make us live for ever, I know in my heart that their will be a day when I choose I want to leave.

I don't know when my final day will be, it might be today or billion years from now, so the purpose of this poem was kinda a reminder to my family that I love them. So if I am to die suddenly, this poem will be my leaving note.

Dear Dad
We've had some good times and bad times, like most people. One thing that I admire about you is you ability to forgive (especially me) I guess that is where I take my ability to forgive from. At the moment of writing this I am 28 years old and living with you for my life as been amazing, even if we do argue occasionaly, but good kind of arguing, you make me think and question things, any person would be lucky to have a dad like you.. My happiest memory, there as been many but I would have to say, the first time I ever won chess agaisn't you, you never let me win, but I didn't give up and when I won it meant so much more.. I know life hasn't been the best friend to you but I do hope that the next life is everything you wish. I love you.

Dear Mom
Hi mom, like dad, we have had good times and bad times, but every family does I guess. Some good times that I remember are playing monopoly, I love that game. I am grateful for the times when you have given me a lift to places and when a few years ago you loaned me some money. I hope that one day soon, you get the things in life that you wish for. I love you.

Dear Brother
Hello, boooooooo, I'm a ghost, lol. (If you reading this after I die) if not then I will see you the weekend. I have no problem admiting this, I love you more than anyone else on this planet, not only are you my brother but I consider you my best friend and I hope and pray that in our next lives that we continue to be friends. I might not have been the best brother growing up and for that I am deeply sorry for. Nearly all my life I have felt alone, but you made me realise that I wasn't truely alone. I enjoy when we talk, I look forward to when we visit each other and I hate it when we fight. I love you and I will always love you.

To everyone else that as read this, I hope that all your wishes come true, I realise that you don't know me, I try to express who I am in my poems but one thing that you should know about me is that I generally do love each and every life form. (You, cats, dogs, mice, aliens, everything)

I hope that I will have many many many more years left and I hope that they will be fun, but I also have to accept that anything can happen so I wanted something out there that I had written to express how I feel.

Thank you for reading and where every you are reading from I hope you are having fun and enjoying the day.
***** it all
I have my own mind
My own self to take care of.

So ***** you
I don't need you
I am not anything
That's buy one get one free
Just turn your *** around before I kick it
I don't want you, I have poetry.
(Scribblenaughts and swoon theories) (c)

The stars part
The comets hail our victory over the death of love
Galaxies cartwheel
The fanfares of supernovas herald our impending union
Finally after tracing each trail of ether humming your frequency,
Looking under and over every last hope
Twisting into one dimension after the next
To feel this indefinable moment of chasing so close now,
Through everlasting travels to find eacother over uncountable millenia,  
Infinite universes with nothing but a burning desire to find you
Tracing the whispers left as webs  crossing the universe
Drawing the constellations marking our tribulations,
And declarations of love with glittered lines
As signs to bring you closer,
As answers to your own markings
To show you where I've been,
Where i'm going,
Like notes in the sand.
Only the lines got crossed and the countless glyphs so many
In desperation became scribblenaughts
And my desperate hope to find you an endless exercise in swoon theories;
All leading to this one true moment when I hold you in my gaze
Will you remember me for what the whole universe is now
Ablaze?

I'm here,
I'm on your frequency,
In your atmosphere
Love,
Please say you remember me?
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What use is love if it can't find its constant
I'm tired of falling from the cliffs I climb
My identity eludes me trying on all the sizes to see where I fit
Can't go by feel, can't trust it
Can't go by logic it doesn't apply
Can't go by intuition
It just keeps leading me to you
And the space between us
cluttered by every Immovable barrier thought of to destroy love
no leap of faith could ever hope to overcome.
But love hasn't died yet
And I keep taking the fall.
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