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Nelize Jun 2016
when they see this steadfast tree
rising up with strength and spree
trees that see this then realize
but choose to hush and wave their lies
with moving arms and gossip leaves
they choose to blind themselves with ease
but I, this steadfast tree, can not defy
the Blessing descending from the Sky
to honor loneliness and pain
and reward the life I gain
through perseverance and visions
purpose driven through regions.
The Olive tree is a remarkable symbol within the Bible. I made a painting and was inspired to write about it as well. How our lives and the perseverance we have will reward us and honor God one day!
Flo Jun 2016
"Write with purpose"
Strong words on the cover of my notebook
Staring at me with high expectations
Great Poems, beautifully written
Yet useless without a message

"Write with purpose"
A notebook given by a friend
To encourage myself
To provide guidance
Throughout my journey of words

"Write with purpose"
What is the purpose of my work?
If we're unable to make people think
About our humble lines
What would be the significance
Does poetry need a purpose? A reason to make people think or is it purpose enough to enjoy a good poem. Just a couple thoughts
Viseract Jun 2016
The past comes back to the present
Never dies
Persists
Against a change of heart
Resists
Because events are familiar it
Enlists
Itself
Because it never wanted to be anything else

I don't change much either
I'm still a joker
Thanks to my step-mum, a secondary smoker
A provoker
And all-round bad influence
If you saw me
As I see me
Imperfect and ugly
Riddled with scars that will always be a
Part
Of me
That I hide so nobody else can
See

I repeatedly feel like
****
Sometimes the stress is too much, and I can't
Deal with it
But do we all?
We fall
Down the side of a skyscraper, panicked
We call
But there is never a saviour

No God when we need him
Nobody to believe in
Sins causing us all to have hearts that lie,
Bleeding
As we grow old and our hairlines,
Receding
Repeating
History on repeat, stuttering
Build. Learn. Live. Die

Nothing ever changes,
It's all the same
God seems to be
Playing me
Like a mother-*******
Game

And I don't like it,
But He just keeps on going
Snowing
Me under a blanket of ******
Blowing
It all in my general direction
No protection
Not to mention
My lack of obsession
With Divine Intervention
An invention
Invented by those who seek attention
Pretending
That someone out there
ACTUALLY GIVES A ****!

But I know better
There is no higher purpose
Because
If there was
Why does it never change
When I feel worthless?
An angry rap of sorts
Yume Blade Jun 2016
Many reasons to gave up ,
One purpose to go on for ,
Go to the whole hog ,
To reach what you reclaimed so much ,
Never cry even if it's so hart ,
Until you get what you want ,
Than shed tears of joy ,
To remain you your hard work.
.
.
.
go
down
down
down
.
.
.
and reach your gain
.
Abhijit Patil Jun 2016
In deep forests a devil lurks;

The depths of your mind, find the urge.

doing what everyone does,

Isn't there a joy, bigger than money's worth?

Go do what you always dreamt of

cut loose from society's shackles;

Scared of heights you might scale?

Betraying yourself, you're your own judas

mediocrity, the bane of your existence.

Listen to your bringers, listen to your maker,

listen when, to yourself?

Take the road less travelled by,

ain't no grass to be found on a beaten path

So go unleash your devil, dance with it

No more half measures,

Every inch yours, take it.
Racquel Tio Jun 2016
I've learned to sort my pain
into stanzas
containing all of the beauty I don't feel.

so I write the poetry I can't live
and live the poetry I can't write.

with each word i attempt
to romanticize
skinny thighs
a mothers lies
or a daughters cries
in hopes that one day I'll watch my memories
the way you read them.
Arcassin B Jun 2016
By Arcassin Burnham

Purpose is a deniable virtue,
being lost in this world is a given,
love is a test or fantasy that could be explored even when sinning,
to be pleased and to satisfy your long awaited needs,
I surround my myself with family,
That is all I need,


I find it hard in life through everything I went through sending
More difficult obstacles to myself instead of receiving them
Like normal human beings when it's quite easy to make enemies,
I could never be what I want unless I change it,
I could never see a new day if just put aside my hatred
For thinking religion had anything to do with it,
Your a master mind aren't you! Just be cool with it.
http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2016/06/either-i-could-be.html
Mya Jun 2016
Love is like a rose
It plants a seed
when the rose dies
The seed will give new life a and love
And grow dig a better
And the prosses goes on.....
I was helping a friend with her love life and I just thought of this
Alexis Walkes Jun 2016
The need to find purpose.
Purpose is so important,
not knowing breaks you,
It leaves an indentation.

The need to feel the love she gives,
to be the one that is being considered,
but instead she's stuck with no direction.
Froze out.

She's strong enough to survive but the very existence aches her soul.
A.W
Without God life is hopeless,
For what is there to really live for?
If not created by God then what's your lifes goal?
Breathing yes but purposeless,
For what can be created without use?nothing, yes!.
Or what can exist without being created and actually have use?
Nothing of use.
All of life is like a book,
You are a character,
But with free will,written by the greatest author.
You're not trapped like a fish on a hook,
You choose your way,
But the storys already written,
No matter how you go astray,
His will can never be beaten.
Creation is purpose,evolution an accident. Which stands?Creation. Unless you choose to be an accident. Which no one actually is.
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