Ada Harris Sep 19

On the news,
in the papers,
lack of goodwill,
no real charity,
real world problems smudged
with distraction.
Will it ever change?

I have refrained from watching the news, and reading articles that seem much too negative for my taste, and ignoring the real issues at hand. Instead I try to keep busy, doing good in this world, even if just a little change I bring.
s Sep 10
4am

Exhausted at four am
from in-flight sleep
You kiss me goodnight
with a passion tongue-deep;
I'm burping rhythmically
from all that antacid;
It's unfair to make me feel sexy
at my most unflattering.

You make me beautiful
in the way that some music does;
In a place within my bones,
that only a few songs have touched.

There's a calming security,
in the surrender of your kiss.
The uninhibited generosity
of your love, I shall reminisce.

The patience with which
you untangle my knots,
unafraid to encounter
my darker menacing thoughts.
With an unwavering presence,
you listen to my soul
it's almost poetic,
the way you make me feel whole.

Noah A Aug 17

Power, oh Power
you manipulate the minds of grown men
they fight over you
many see you as the key to success
i see you as a monster
you are a fool to think
you have the whole world in your hands
you are a tool that one can use
not something to horde
many horde you
why don't you make them pay?
you are as selfish as those with power
Power, you are Unfair
Cruel and Terrible
you should be Generous
Caring and Kind
but you are not
you laugh at poverty
you smile at slaves
taxes entertain you
i don't need you Power

A lowercase poem with key words capitalized.  Hope you like it!

A life that is giving, is giving...
all the right people and their advise,
if you should heed it.

A life that is giving, is giving...
time enough for the restart button,
when you need it.

A life that is giving, is giving...
the chance to love after the loss,
so you can seek it.

A life that is giving, is giving...
opportunity to find the one;
so when you find the love you're looking for,
you can keep it...

Life long.

Nylee Apr 22

The earth is so generous ,
it has given us all
so many things , each so precious
without charging us any toll

Balaguer Nov 2016

Upon ye,
The mercy will never be seen.
Reckless am I,
Settling for less
Visualizing the more
Behold,
We are alive
Another piece of meat
in the air
Controlled
by the next demon passing by
We are
Filled up like a balloon
With the blood of Christ
Yet thou,
Only believe
In
what you see,
What you feel
Forever
is inside,
Let us not
Weep.
Weak is the heart
At the time of death
There,
thy eyes bleed.


®K.S

Thanksgiving thoughts
Ynhia Pollard Jun 2016

You are a solider,
The war of my life is at a cease,
Its the stillest moment I've ever lived,
Because you are my solider,
You are a protector,
The wreck of others is trashed,
You know the right words to say,
Fixed my heart when it's mashed,
For that I adore you,
Aegis,
You absorb the bad,
Dispense the good,
You are knocked down,
You get back up and walk,
You are hurt,
You are pain,
You are love,
You are joy,
You're my Aegis,
Many try to mock,
Many try to ruin,
Many tried to fix,
Aegis
God walks in your walk,
God shines in your smile,
God moves in your spirit,
God talks through your voice,
Aegis,
If you want to see the beauty,
I'd advise you to look closer,
It's not what you think it is,
It's what I see, I'm a boaster,
I am proud,
I have pride,
I have the greatest mother Alive,
And I just want the world to know you're beautiful,
Go ahead,
Seek and you shall find,
It's not in the weight,
Or the size of your behind,
You'll find it in the bathroom,
On an item that reflects,
My Aegis look in the mirror,
And tell me what you see,
When you see yourself,
Smile and let your light gleam !

Dedicated to Lisa Pollard, My Mother, My Aegis

~            ~           ~
Affectionate was
your way
of letting my
worries disappear. . .

How you put your arms
tight around my shoulders. . .

How tender your voice is. . .
whispering words of comfort
into my right ticklish ear abalone.

Believing in me. Lovingly. . .

Your ocean of whispering
sounds. . .Wavered Deep,  
deep love conection. Our
    
Free symbiosis
enhanced by French
parfume, evaporating
from my occiput fragility.

~                  ~                        ~

~~~~~~~~
Written by
Impeccable Space
Poetic beauty
~~~~~~~~~
Gaurav Luthra Jul 2015

Pain is not in waking up at sunrise,
Pain is in those exhausted eyes working till sunrise.

Pain is not in the cold water of shower,
Pain is in the dried body begging for water.

Pain is not in eating uncooked breakfast,
Pain is in the tears of children who have no breakfast.

Pain is not in throwing your leftovers,
Pain is in the mouth eating your leftovers.

Pain is not in walking to school,
Pain is not having means to afford school.

Pain is not in having no friends,
Pain is in the rejection with an attempt to make friends.

Pain in not in writing these lines,
Pain is in the heart of those living these lines.

Be happy with what you have and work towards sharing with those who don’t have. We complain every single moment of our life without considering the fact that there are millions begging to experience our life. This is for the man that I once talked to sitting under a tree who told me “You are worried about gaining admission to school, feel my pain of knowing that my kids cannot even look towards a school let alone think about admission”. From that moment, I decided to not complain but rather fix the problems in my life and make myself capable to help those in need.
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