#lives poems on Hello Poetry

Zero Nine Jun 2017

Everyone I know is dead inside
So let's throw a party
Inside our miserable lives

How I love that twist
When I manipulate the situation
My others strike misdirected

Let's fill the empty
With motions from the oceans
Of our others' lives
Let's play chess for battles fought
In happy clouds of datura
Dusting our design

#saturated #borderline #manipulative #miserable #lives

The Calm Jun 2017

The cry and cause

Shoot me, You might as well, cause I'm a threat
A threat to your system, a threat to your net
profit and status quo, so pick up that gun shoot me and pray to the ground I go, and when you bury me you better call me a madman and pray that the martyrs don't grow

You may as well shoot me Mr.Police officer,
It may put your employers at ease
One bless black man with a heart of power
One less antibiotic to your disease
Don't forget to tell me I'm resisting, don't forget to tase me til I fall
Don't forget to choke me so those listening won't hear my struggles, my calls
Don't forget to have the media depict me as a ****, and a criminal and a menace to society
Don't forget to reprimand and berate me
Remind your older white listeners that my kind, my skin color
is still not considered American Propriety
But more like American property, disposable goods

So **** me, the cameras are recording but don't worry you'll get off free
Might be just a conviction but your *****'s new henchmen and ***** still got the key
A couple months paid administrative leave so you can sit on a beach, drink some ice tea
Mad that you can no longer put chains on our wrists so you put handcuffs instead
No longer pulling whips across our backs so you bury hot burning lead
No longer working your fields for all to see but instead privatized free prison labor with your warden holding the key.

Martin told me when he us that he had a dream
I got his same DNA in my bloodstream
And in every cell in my body I feel the effect, I teem
I boil I scream, when I see a black mother or father gunned down by police men and the children witnessing the death, the blood, the stream.....

I scheme, and when I sleep, I dream
And when I dream it's bad news for you
to avenge those we lost by crimes, undue
To put a stop to all of you.

#blacklivesmatter #black #lives #matter #police #brutality #mlk #freddie #grey #inspired

Haydee Jun 2017

BLACK

They're on administrative leave like they asked us permission to leave our bodies... Lifeless
Or
They should have gotten permission to be dismissed BEFORE they left our bodies... Lifeless
Land of the free....How about Land on our Knees
Where we should be until we all can stand as tall as a tree.... Not hanging, from a tree

The noose has been replaced by a shiny black casing, The broken neck has been replaced by blood freely flowing The tree has been used to make OUR encasing.... The result... [hashtag]this [hashtag]that [hashtag]blacklivesmatter
but... [hashtag]itdoesntmatter because apparently we are not all made of equal matter
Sterling Silver used to be considered quality , but apparently...that's dead.

B stands for bold. Beautiful. Brave. Boisterious, without the B in black there consists just a Lack of color, creativity, attitude...
Lying to us daily, telling us our skin color isn't a crime only that it cuts short our time to be

Alive. Breathing, Heart beating, Lub Dub Lub Dub Lu....ve you are the two words that you may never hear. Are the two words that they don't get to hear because

Crack. Pop pop pop Hands up Don't ..... Blood flowing on the streets, like road ****, except I'd hoped by now evolution would have taken us to the top of the animal kingdom, but there's still more outrage over Harambi the silverback than Philando Castile, violently attacked...

Pronunciation please: Blac (black) B-L-A-C
is still the same pronouncement without the

K.....K... K . Still afraid to wake up day after day after day... Not knowing if this could be our last where the blackness on our skin becomes our permanent surroundings
Or Not knowing if this could be our last where the blackness on our skin becomes the ghost of Christmas future, the past and present left to rest in peace...

We should be praising the Lord when we wake up on the land of living, breathing, heart beating, lub dub lub dub....
HANDS UP ..... But you asked for my license's I was already reaching...
Don't shoot.... But I wasn't planning to, my four year old is in clear view.

#african #american #lives #matter #black #freedom #alton #sterling #philando #castile

Irene J May 2017

dream

I wish I was dreaming
right now about the reality
how it hurts
how it too real to be a dream
but I want to open my eyes
and see that it never happens.
that it's only in my dream
where's my reality lives.

#dream #reality #eyes #lives

Shruti Gauba May 2017

Fair.

Does anyone hear to the prayers that escape their lifeless lips,
from hearts that have stopped beating after the deathly apocalypse?

Or lend an ear to the muted screams of those kids shot down with guns,
or to the roar of all the houses blown up with bombs and cannons?

Or just listen to muffled cries or look at eyes clouded with tears,
or think of the motherless child and the terror his heart bears?

But all the noise is just unheard, and what do they even they cry for?
because we believe that everything is fair; in love and in the war.

Just to spread the message: Terrorism is a big thing to be just ignored. War is real, and it goes beyond the numerical values of the amount of people that have died or the buildings that have been shattered. The trauma and the terror of it resides in the heart of each innocent person who lost a home, lost a loved one or lost their own life just to a meaningless battle between two clans or countries. Their lives are changed forever, and they try to seek help and talk to us about it. It's time that we hear to them.

#terrorism #war #death #terror #life #lives #killed #destruction #apocalypse #tears #noise #screams #lifeless #prayers #bombs #guns #conflict #cry #unheard

Jim Davis May 2017

Lazy Day Haiku

Should I not cut grass
or ****, taking lives only
trying to get sun?

© 2017 Jim Davis

Any good excuse

#grass #**** #lives #sun #lazy

Àŧùl May 2017

Oh My Lover!

FEMALE
Oh my lover, oh my lover!
We are two bodies with connected lives,
We are the desires of the same heart.
Oh my lover, oh my lover!

I surrendered my body & soul to you,
Nothing remains that I call mine.
The love I hope to get from you,
Even God can't fulfill this hope of mine.
Since the day we belong to each other,
We know nothing about the world over.
We are the desires of the same heart,
Oh my lover, oh my lover!

MALE
They narrate that in the world of love,
Two hearts are seldom compatible.
If they are compatible somewhere,
Even shadows of others don't enter there,
Even shadows of others don't enter there.
What situation now meets our lives,
Lest I name it or just remain amazed.
We are the desires of the same heart,
Oh my lover, oh my lover!

FEMALE
My lover, our this union,
Is as if is Ganga-Yamuna's union.
The truth has come to fore,
The dream has passed before,
The dream has passed before.
This land belongs to humans,
We are nothing else but humans,
We are the desires of the same heart,
Oh my lover, oh my lover!

MALE
Oh my lover, oh my lover!
We are two bodies with connected lives,
We are the desires of the same heart.
Oh my lover, oh my lover!

FEMALE*
Oh-oh-oh!

My HP Poem #1532
©Atul Kaushal

#lovers #dream #compatible #union #connected #lives

claire May 2017

man hatt an

a poem in three parts

i.
at first,
he is so sweet.
he swallows all of you whole
like the blueberries you bought at the side of the road
on the way to the campsite upstate that was
***** and loud and perfect.
he tells you that you are
***** and loud and perfect.
he wants to stake a tent between your legs,
to start a fire on your chest,
to hike up your canyons,
to admire the view.
ii.
he says you look better when you eat less
so you survive on sipping ink from your pen
and eating prose off of pages like
a buffet that is all-you-can-eat
as long as you keep writing it.
that winter,
you learn to subsist on newports and the words stuck in your throat.

he says, “i don’t like poems that rhyme.”
so you ****** dissonance in your sleep.
you cut the vowels from your words until they’re as jagged and harsh as his body feels.
that winter,
everything you write comes out sharp and obvious like your ribcage was.

he says your biggest problem is that you’re easy to leave.
your eyes are red like exit signs.
your spine curves like a see you later.
you frown your hellos and smile your goodbyes.
you can’t find it in you to tell him
he cannot leave where he never stayed.
iii.
at thanksgiving,
you take the train to laguardia
to meet your parents at the airport.
waiting at the baggage claim,
you watch your mother
look right through you
as she dials you on the phone.
“we don’t see you,”
she says, three steps away.
“we can’t find you.”
she is so close, you could touch her.
instead, you watch the bags go round and round on their carousel--
wishing you could ride with them.
wishing someone would claim you.

#for #someone #who #lives #in #the #city #that #never #sleeps #i #sure #do #take #*** #fuckton #of #depression #naps

Devin Ortiz May 2017

It Could Be Me

Nothing to you
Because they look like me
Hashtags, forgotten in a Facebook feed
Should have done this, should have done that
All becomes irrelevant from a rata-tat-tat

Quick on the trigger, when color hits the eye
That racial bias keeps fatalities high
But that's me too, in case you forgot
Behind every tragic black body shot

Always a moment away
From a cop's bad day
They'll take their leave from work
And still get paid

The facts exist, believe it or not
Silence is compliance, so we'll still get shot
I'm white and black, but they'll only see the latter
So stand with me, shout Black Lives Matter

#blm #black #lives #matter #police #brutality #me #you #shot #change

Martin Bailes Apr 2017

Black Lives Matter!

On the Bart today some young
African-American kids got on &
one girl had a Black Lives Matter
t-shirt on,

I wanted to say hello & very nice
shirt but of course I didn't for a
multitude of reasons but it
did leave me feeling alright with
the world for once,

that she'd worn this to school
& taken the effort to show to
the world her statement & her
solidarity this tuesday afternoon,

still caught up in the glow as
I write this to be honest.

#black #lives #matter