#differences poems on Hello Poetry

Cj Jan 2019

So many lights
So many buildings
Very little trees and grass
So much pollution
Nothing is being done
To save us all
And sooner than later
We’re dead
Because we miss treated this beautiful planet
That gives us life
And for that
We **** it
And all other life in it
Like it’s a hobby
Like it’s fun
Like we’re in charge
NO
We aren’t
And I’m sorry future generations
For what we have done
We’ve slowly killed ourselves
With phones televisions
Drugs
I’ve learned this first hand
For I am having consequences
For what other people have done
For what people my age have done
For what other generations before me
Have done
And so I’m truly, from the bottom of my heart, sorry
And I need to make a difference so for anyone who sees this
Please help
Even if it’s picking up trash
Please do it
And save humanity

Please message me because I really wanna start something anything that can make a difference even if you are from the other side of the world, together we can make a difference!

#differences

gabrielle Jan 2019

differences

you have everything;
excluding me.
i have nothing;
not even you.

not even your love.

#unrequited #differences #different #nothing #everything #love

Andrew Rueter Dec 2018

Differences

People keep killing one another over religion
So we analyze the apocryphal texts
For differences that could explain the turmoil
And **** one another over the answers we find

#differences

Sketcher Dec 2018

Those

There are those that love and those that lust,
Those that stay calm and those that combust,
Those that hate change and those that adjust,
Those that spread charm and those that disgust,
Those that can resist and those that rust,
Those that trek on and those that bite dust,
Those that doubt and those that can entrust,
Those kept quiet and those that discuss,
Those kept weak and those that are robust,
Those with a vocab and those who cuss,
Those off course and those who readjust,
Those of the bold and those that just blush,
Those who rest and those who make a fuss,
Those who speak soft and those who are shushed,
Those not denied and those who are crushed,
Those that don't care and those that ask, "What?".

All started with me thinking about the differences between love and lust and how I wish that I could feel lust like everyone else. Instead, I feel as if I feel love towards someone who doesn't feel the love back. It's only been a few months, but this absence of love has drawn out these few months into what feels like years. She says that she doesn't know what it feels like to love, because she has only felt lust. I wish I could show her... but instead... I decide not to feel...

#love #lust #difference #differences #opposite #opposites #antonym #antonyms

Elizabeth Brown Nov 2018

I hated you.

Pain disfigures into numbness in the silence that screams at me
like so many crazed thoughts.
A heated state cools into quiet resentment.
Regardless of how I feel, how you do,
this night has changed us irreparably.
How can you say these things are equal?
Where do you get off?
Your half-sung apologies fall heavy on deaf ears.

Can you feel me ignoring you?

You think I let you down?
I needed to do something with my hands.
You
have shown to me
the inconsistency of love.

Nothing is unconditional.
If it were, I wouldn't even be here fighting with you.

Those words, also labile,
were the truth in the moment,
regardless of tomorrow.

I may love you,
but I hated you then.

#fighting #argument #ldr #longdistancerelationship #empathy #pain #tears #differences #silence #quiet

Marley Gold Nov 2018

The Wainscott Weasle

The Wainscot Weasel lost an eye to a fight with a bird,
But it’s what he did next which makes him absurd.
It’s because he fell in love with a fish in a pond.
In another life he might have belonged,
But his fur had no scales and his single eye swam with tears,
So from a distance he watched her swim through the months and the years.

A year is millennia for a young weasel to wait.
A year is a long time for even an animal to contemplate.
The sun lingered on the water, its surface filled again from the trees.
A collection of orange smudges then reflected the leaves.

The frogs have all croaked and new birds’ calls now echo,
And still sat a lonely, but quite happy fellow.

He followed her tail’s drag through the painting of his existence,
And finally he could no longer put up resistance.
He lowered himself to the pool where she swam,
And the Wainscot Weasel was never heard from again.

Hi this is my wainscott weasel fanfiction poetry adaptation

#loss #differences #change #goodbyes #love #character #animals #lonely