#difference poems on Hello Poetry

Ellie Collins Mar 2015

The misunderstood youth
littered with scrapes and scars
cut away by the forked tongues of past generations
lying in the faces of countless children
slowly cracking the bubble of wonder
until it shatters in a fantastical display
of disappointment and sorrow
glittering across the sky
foretelling doom to the minds of those whose eyes widen with curiosity.

They grow up to be different.
Stretching their earlobes like their minds
expanding their views size by size
the ink on their skin signifying their individuality
used to cover the scars
and the lies
that someone with a tattoo can never be beautiful.
Cursed by those snakes in our youth,
but still going on
the poison of their words seeping into the soul
crawling ever slower to the center of our being.

But no matter,
this is how we are
different and scarred
unable to call ourselves normal
and so we trudge on
in this futile existence
screaming ******* to the rest of this dying planet
reaching for the void
clinging to what little meaning is left

#sad #hurt #difference #individuality

Ash Tree Meadow Mar 2015

mere image.

I painted you to be perfect.
In my mind.
You were my artwork.
One wrong brush stroke.
And you could be ruined.
Everything could be ruined.
You turned out much different.
I painted ever so carefully.
You painted outside of the lines.
You've made a mess of yourself.

A.F.

#thoughts #mind #difference #image

epictails Mar 2015

The World has No Constants

One sees the world
in a straight line
but it is in fact round
and round
with curves
and turns
and it is wide
and expansive
and encompassing

Though someday he'll hit
a dead end
and fall to a complete ruin
with his
distorted eyes

For the hypocrites who only see one side of a story

#truth #peace #life #world #mind #knowledge #difference #curiosity #humility #narrow

Karl Warren Mar 2015

Little Robin

Little robin redbreast what things do you hear?
Little robin rebreast, you're so beautiful,
But little robin, have you ever felt fear?
Robin, have you ever worked your life away for something most unfruitful?
Robin, you are so great,
But have you ever felt hate?
Robin, have you felt persecution?
Been threatened excecution?
Been judged by your feathers and who you love?
Like persay, if you were smitten with a dove?
Well little robin redbreast, if you have never been beaten and killed inside for who you are,
If you have never had to hide that breast you were born with,
Then my little robin, you have never had to hide, from grace you do not dive,
From that breast you have never pulled a knife,
And you have not lived the common life.

One I wrote when I was trying to understand why people hate each other.

#nature #society #normal #difference #lgbt #racism

bcg poetry Mar 2015

the difference

You're talking to someone else?

Yeah, but it's different.

You talk to him everyday, you text him every night, he knows you... How is it different?

I talk to you, I respond to him. I love you, I fill time with him. He’s there for me, I’m still waiting on you.

#love #heartbreak #depression #pain #loss #you #me #together #difference #waiting

Johnny doe doe Mar 2015

Love or Hate

What's the difference
Between love and hate
What's the difference
Between the immense
Feelings they create

They both consume,
Reeking with
A robust perfume
Sweet and sour,
They both have
A way to devour

One is hot
One is cold
Neither can stop
Or seemingly grow old

Once I was told
They're simply a mold
Which grasps a tight hold
Into the heart

It
Slowly drains
Like a ****** rain
All it brings
Is sorrow stricken pain

#love #hate #difference

Sombro Feb 2015

Apple Tree

She told me,
'Don't pick the rotten apple
Just because it hangs from the lowest branch.'
I shivered on my wilted stalk
Atop a lonely tree.

#society #people #difference #loneliness

Gaetan Marcheal Jean Pruneau Feb 2015

War of Difference

Swords that clash and clang with might,
Blood is spilled but still they fight,
For honor, glory, money, land,
Or little child with helpless hand?

They fight to save those who are weak,
Those who think themselves too meek,
They fight for those who fell before,
And of course those they adore.

Defenders of what they think right,
Neither wrong, just filled with fright.
The Other's thoughts are strange and new,
And change is something they won't do.

Neither wants to fight this war.
No-one likes the blood and gore.
But they will fight till Other falls,
To keep them from each other's walls.

A difference is a war-like shout,
That causes fights and fearsome doubt.
But difference is a coloured sky,
and beauty to the naked eye.

Difference- while the start of war,
Is splendor, charm, and so much more.
It is grandeur to behold,
And worth much more than precious gold.

I didn't really like the how this poem ended but it's good enough for me to post (for now).

#war #battle #fight #difference #belief #sword #defend #ideals

Nadine Swain Feb 2015

Untitled

she does everything
the same way
every single
******* day

waiting for the time
when she has
enough power
enough love
just enough
to make a difference

#love #power #difference

Lisa Neu Feb 2015

Failure Is Not My Name

I will no longer be named failure.
Failure was never my name.

I was sometimes exhausted
Sometimes sabotaged
Sometimes stretched too thin

But these things are not failure.

In the sharing of faith, to live authenticity is most important.

In my exhaustion I taught gentleness.
In my perseverance I taught strength.
In my stress I taught courage, patience, and faithfulness.

My name was never failure.

My curriculum was the act of living faith, of building trust, of relationships built in acceptance and care.

I was never a failure. I was important. I made a difference.

#faith #failure #difference #identity #ministry