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 Apr 2017 Jean Lin
wordvango
***
the end is near
they updated hp
hope you hate it as much as I
this is like poetry freak reincarnated
every thing is wrong with it
it aint my HP
I am quitting
Just be there
Accept responsibility
You made that child
Be fulfilling of your duties
That child needs you
To instruct her about life
Make yourself seen
In order to avoid confusion and strife
 Apr 2017 Jean Lin
wordvango
after watching
the videos of children and humans
striving for a breath
their bodies limp
from a saran attack
I would strap my *** to
a cruise missile
after getting a tattoo
all over my body saying
Assad
this is for you!
It was sickening
beastlike satanic
and I cried
my stomach wretched
I shuddered
here this world is
in the 21st century
and  some of us
are still barbarians
I pray
we listen to the
little girl some
call the  Syrian
Anne Frank
my heart breaks
again
 Apr 2017 Jean Lin
Pax
hierarchy
 Apr 2017 Jean Lin
Pax
Where does hierarchy begin?
    Is it where the strong is on top,
and the weak step upon?

Where does your dignity be placed?
   Is it where your always be the winner,
no matter what, even it has bitter taste.

Is SURVIVAL really that cruel?
That some of us are just a tool,
a fool for the strong to be cool.

No, it can't be that bad
yet reality is quite sad.

Despite our hard beginnings
Life still is beautiful
that losing isn't everything.

Dignity is placed -
where you respect yourself the most
and Hierarchy isn't important
to where your love is...


© Pax
yeH! a new poem, a longer one and it's been long i haven't rhyme like this. a bit hard when you have limited vocab, my apologies for its simplicity and many thanks for reading.
 Apr 2017 Jean Lin
Àŧùl
Though
 Apr 2017 Jean Lin
Àŧùl
Though I suspect that I won't die easily,
I won't try to get killed ever for dear life.

Though I have no one except my parents,
I will live for them - for myself this life.

At least till they are alive.

After they are gone,
My jijiwisha will vanish.

And I will simply choose to perish.
My HP Poem #1482
©Atul Kaushal
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