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Àŧùl Nov 2014
The creator had created this world,
Not specifically but only randomly.
There're just so many of loopholes,
Negatives're so many in this world.
All creators leave some holes agape,
Even Eliot was unable to cover it all.
He can't be blamed for it - perhaps the world is like this,
Maybe things go on depreciating along with the clock.
Eliot York must give enough attention to this subject.

I am getting to know stuff about some jerks spamming about some immoral websites promoting ****.

Eliot York, if you are reading this, then we need a new moderator who can be contacted and emailed screenshots of such spam messages and then the morality moderator can get such antisocial ****** users banned from Hello Poetry for good.

My HP Poem #687
©Atul Kaushal
Drake Brayer Oct 2014
Life is tragic, as death is grim
The finer points of morality, all paths lead to sin
Life is fire, hot and bright
Death is brighter, for darkness eats light
Mohammed Aqheel Oct 2014
Where were you,

When the world was calling you,
When Love & honesty was only with few.

When Poverty & Hunger was at its high,
When exploitation & injustice was very easy buy.

When Poverty rips through their veins,
When child in ragged clothes, with tired eye, begs for few beans.

When their bellies ****** is not by choice,
When destitute mother cries as her hungry child dies.

When women were exploited, with no one to tame,
When humanity was cringing with shame.

When even little girls were not spared by lust eyes,
When she was left with bruised body, with her dreams crushed & with groaning voice.

When baneful herbs of hatred were spreading viciously,
When aroma of love & tolerance was crushed blatantly.

When moral outlines were quashed,
When values were scotched.

At least now,
Stop Just crying foul & grumbling,
Stop feeling sorry & bleating.

Time has come to move on,
Get off the couch & plan for a new dawn.

Lead the change with your head  high,
March ahead, your limit is sky.
Sam Kirby Oct 2014
I am the rumbling of the thunder,
I roar,
I rest.

I feel my power coarse through my fibers.
I crack,
I jest.

None can silence my noble roar,
not the poacher,
not the muzzle,
nor even God.

I rumble and shake.
I make all quake.

I am here for a moment,
I fade and fault you.

The king's throne is more mortal,
Than its scepter-wielding ruler.
For he shall also perish as the thunder.

Alas,
No faster than his roar and the might of his throne.
This poem came about when I came out of a dark time, I began to realize that I'm not the most mortal thing I know. Power, love, lust, greed. All of them will be buried before I am in the grave myself.
War
The civil fight for peace, the conquerers for might.
Clashes over vision shall breed eternal night.
The eyes and ears are one, the difference is in sight.
But man the wall you shall in war there is no wrong or right.
Only victors, victims and losers eternal is the night. The morning is adjournment, the day is just respite.
True darkness is as cold as the sun is bright. A telltale sign in natures eye there is no wrong or right.
somun Sep 2014
Commitment is main morality
Commitment is power of relation
Commitment is measurement weight
Commitment makes strong personality
Commitment discover future
Commitment show the right way
Commitment is base of love
If any one broke his Commitment
He/she will be destroy from this world.
T2m Sep 2014
With a quill over paper
For muse, we are excavators
We pour out our hearts
So joy, love, peace to impart
To hold a torch over emotional darkness
To fill each others hollowness
Its for the love we write

When we write
We are called poets
A name fitting and right
But your theft just says you are mentally poor
Reducing you further to a mere thief
And nothing close to a P
Not to talk of a poet.

The moon is not a thing you can steal
Trust me its pure folly
That's a dumb idea to conceive
Posting others' poems
Posting like a poet?
Like seriously
How does that sound to 'your' hearing?
DUMB
Even so, to even dare, you must be too dumb to realize its dumb

To acknowledge is not so hard
Its just adding one more line on your pad
I want to deceive myself that you are not too dumb to know that
If you didn't know, now you do.

PS: You could post my poem
That does not make you a poet
It just makes you a thief
Suffice it to say, the worst kind
Without robbing me of the fact that I'm a POET
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