#dosomething - Hello Poetry

I dare you. I dare you to breathe. I dare you to think. Think about yourself. Do something for yourself. Because you have the rest of your life to do things for everyone else.

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Aug 15, 2021

Aug 15, 2021 at 8:52 PM UTC

zackripley

I dare you

I dare you. I dare you to breathe. I dare you to think. Think about yourself. Do something for yourself. Because you have the rest of your life to do things for everyone else.

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Oh look! a life blossoming, How creative mother nature craft its offsprings A delicate a wonderful creature was born And any harm to it will leave us all torn Oh look! a life growing, How a child grows and learn through falling We all wish it the best And hope life don't contest Oh look! a life evolving, It's growing, thinking and changing It's going to grow up great And change the world with its mates Oh look! A tragedy happening Its stuck, dying and not moving We know it can get through this And continue to live in bliss Oh look! He is still not moving, Its a sign that we should be helping We think it's strong enough to push through And push on without rescue Oh look! A life ending, And we are all watching It's didn't live up to our desire So we live it to burn in its fire Oh look! It's dead, We're so surprised We're so distressed It didn't live its life as it should We're all sad Sitting here watching this lad Wondering where we went wrong

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Feb 19, 2018

Feb 19, 2018 at 8:53 PM UTC

Passerby

Oh Look!

Oh look! a life blossoming, How creative mother nature craft its offsprings A delicate a wonderful creature was born And any harm to it will leave us all torn Oh look! a life growing, How a child grows and learn through falling We all wish it the best And hope life don't contest Oh look! a life evolving, It's growing, thinking and changing It's going to grow up great And change the world with its mates Oh look! A tragedy happening Its stuck, dying and not moving We know it can get through this And continue to live in bliss Oh look! He is still not moving, Its a sign that we should be helping We think it's strong enough to push through And push on without rescue Oh look! A life ending, And we are all watching It's didn't live up to our desire So we live it to burn in its fire Oh look! It's dead, We're so surprised We're so distressed It didn't live its life as it should We're all sad Sitting here watching this lad Wondering where we went wrong

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I set out to live, A happy life. And I’ve always strived, To be my best. Until I’m told that I’m some trash, Over and over ‘till my soul turned to ash. I soon believed this with all my heart, Pretended to be happy became an art. What goes up in the sky must come down, And my cold body was found at the break of dawn. What caused this? One would ask. But would never know for I wore a mask. They never noticed how I struggled, And always questioned what’s the trouble. What made me happy, I do not know, For I cannot see beyond this hole. And others never acknowledged, My worth and further, Until I saw death, as my only savior. While I was alive, I prayed and prayed, That I could one day I could live my way, That I could do something just for me, And not fit the mold others wanted me to be. Constant pressure, surrounded me, Drowned me until I cannot breathe. Then came a light and broke the water, Then it gave me a brilliant offer. My life in exchange for eternal happiness, And I don’t have to deal with the constant sadness. I can’t believe something so great, And quickly ask him to take my life away. My little death never bothered others, For I am not enough to deserve that honor. And here you are reading this “poem”, Probably feeling sad or solemn. But the thing is, that’s all you can do, For it was people like you who didn’t make a move. You can all sit here feeling empathetic, But truly, you are apathetic, And its people like you, the world’s so pathetic, And look at people like me as a fanatic But what is done, can’t be reversed And you never know who you’ve cursed. And I hope you live without regret, And I hope this “poem” didn’t make you upset. You never know that it was because of you, That someone decided that they were through. They could’ve lived a life happy as mine, Only to find themselves hanging, At the end of the line.

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Feb 19, 2018

Feb 19, 2018 at 5:30 PM UTC

Passerby

Don't Judge

I set out to live, A happy life. And I’ve always strived, To be my best. Until I’m told that I’m some trash, Over and over ‘till my soul turned to ash. I soon believed this with all my heart, Pretended to be happy became an art. What goes up in the sky must come down, And my cold body was found at the break of dawn. What caused this? One would ask. But would never know for I wore a mask. They never noticed how I struggled, And always questioned what’s the trouble. What made me happy, I do not know, For I cannot see beyond this hole. And others never acknowledged, My worth and further, Until I saw death, as my only savior. While I was alive, I prayed and prayed, That I could one day I could live my way, That I could do something just for me, And not fit the mold others wanted me to be. Constant pressure, surrounded me, Drowned me until I cannot breathe. Then came a light and broke the water, Then it gave me a brilliant offer. My life in exchange for eternal happiness, And I don’t have to deal with the constant sadness. I can’t believe something so great, And quickly ask him to take my life away. My little death never bothered others, For I am not enough to deserve that honor. And here you are reading this “poem”, Probably feeling sad or solemn. But the thing is, that’s all you can do, For it was people like you who didn’t make a move. You can all sit here feeling empathetic, But truly, you are apathetic, And its people like you, the world’s so pathetic, And look at people like me as a fanatic But what is done, can’t be reversed And you never know who you’ve cursed. And I hope you live without regret, And I hope this “poem” didn’t make you upset. You never know that it was because of you, That someone decided that they were through. They could’ve lived a life happy as mine, Only to find themselves hanging, At the end of the line.

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Oct 22, 2016

Oct 22, 2016 at 12:57 PM UTC

Three seconds could be rough Three seconds might feel tough And When the time comes that our seconds are up, Will three seconds ever be enough? Here I stand before you and say, Life is short so live your own way When the sun comes out and you see the light, Do u feel joy or shield your eyes in fright? I have seen deaths bitter end I sometimes feel it closing in Then I look up i see gods hand I suddenly feel tall where I stand Your three seconds will come and pass So Be proud of your life and know it won't last Your three seconds draw near with every tick So be careful with who u pick to spend those last three seconds with

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Dec 21, 2014

Dec 21, 2014 at 11:17 PM UTC

colin-kozol

Three seconds

Three seconds could be rough Three seconds might feel tough And When the time comes that our seconds are up, Will three seconds ever be enough? Here I stand before you and say, Life is short so live your own way When the sun comes out and you see the light, Do u feel joy or shield your eyes in fright? I have seen deaths bitter end I sometimes feel it closing in Then I look up i see gods hand I suddenly feel tall where I stand Your three seconds will come and pass So Be proud of your life and know it won't last Your three seconds draw near with every tick So be careful with who u pick to spend those last three seconds with

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The problem is, they think they're better. The question is, are they really? They're no better than the man sleeping on the streets & they are no better than the girl over there who can't make ends meet. they're not better because they have nicer clothes or that fancy car that park itself. They'd be better by not degrading others. They'd be better by showing they care. But people are selfish, harsh & careless. Don't be like those people. Help out, volunteer, show you care to those who have it harder. This is our only world, our only life.

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Aug 6, 2014

Aug 6, 2014 at 11:00 AM UTC

adriean-new

True Problem

The problem is, they think they're better. The question is, are they really? They're no better than the man sleeping on the streets & they are no better than the girl over there who can't make ends meet. they're not better because they have nicer clothes or that fancy car that park itself. They'd be better by not degrading others. They'd be better by showing they care. But people are selfish, harsh & careless. Don't be like those people. Help out, volunteer, show you care to those who have it harder. This is our only world, our only life.

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The future what a peculiar creature, the future. And how you perceive it, because whether or not you believe it; the future eludes you, like a scene from a play that is unwritten Yet you sit in the dark and cold, afraid of the unknown and the untold stories that are your future, adamant that it will all crash and burn Yet in turn you do nothing. You have no doubts your dreams will die; shattered and torn So you cry for the "inevitable". But how can you mourn the unborn? The future is not set in stone until you carve it So make careful with your chisel, and you might make it.

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Feb 1, 2014

Feb 1, 2014 at 11:06 PM UTC

kelsea-ivy-norris

Future- The untold

The future what a peculiar creature, the future. And how you perceive it, because whether or not you believe it; the future eludes you, like a scene from a play that is unwritten Yet you sit in the dark and cold, afraid of the unknown and the untold stories that are your future, adamant that it will all crash and burn Yet in turn you do nothing. You have no doubts your dreams will die; shattered and torn So you cry for the "inevitable". But how can you mourn the unborn? The future is not set in stone until you carve it So make careful with your chisel, and you might make it.

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