#humanspirit - Hello Poetry

As I walk through the land my Ancestors lay. Blood fills the oceans, have we lead ourselves astray. Seamlessly existing in an orchestrated plan. Screaming false hope to countless souls responding ‘yes we can’. All my concerns point to the future. People’s attention being condensed, we’re living in torture. Every aspect of what’s known has been taken. Mind of a free man, will never stop until the agenda is shaken. You think you see things, and yet your vision is impaired. Get your eyes out of the tunnel scope. Its okay you don’t have to be scared. When you’ve accomplished, your soul fills with certainty. That your influence is there, along with all the hope in the world you see. Constant struggles, we bleed for our fellow brothers and sisters. I could be walking with potentials, let me wash away my blisters. Strength in numbers and we can be as tall as mountains. Let’s all walk as one, towards the everlasting fountains.

0

Apr 19, 2016

Apr 19, 2016 at 6:17 AM UTC

mohamed-fittini

Everlasting Fountains

As I walk through the land my Ancestors lay. Blood fills the oceans, have we lead ourselves astray. Seamlessly existing in an orchestrated plan. Screaming false hope to countless souls responding ‘yes we can’. All my concerns point to the future. People’s attention being condensed, we’re living in torture. Every aspect of what’s known has been taken. Mind of a free man, will never stop until the agenda is shaken. You think you see things, and yet your vision is impaired. Get your eyes out of the tunnel scope. Its okay you don’t have to be scared. When you’ve accomplished, your soul fills with certainty. That your influence is there, along with all the hope in the world you see. Constant struggles, we bleed for our fellow brothers and sisters. I could be walking with potentials, let me wash away my blisters. Strength in numbers and we can be as tall as mountains. Let’s all walk as one, towards the everlasting fountains.

17

We see the stars not empty space When looking at the nighttime sky; Dark will not win, it won't erase. We turn our cheek, sun on our face Through pain that we can not deny, We see the stars not empty space. And Mars can’t beat the human race As he tempts with fake alibis. Dark will not win, it won't erase. With wonder, hopeless, we all chase A comet, space dust, soaring by. We see the stars not empty space. When we get lost off in someplace Our galaxy will soothe the cries. Dark will not win, it won't erase. The universe, a wondrous place Doth gift the planets to our eyes, We see the stars not empty space, Dark will not win, it won't erase.

0

Aug 12, 2019

Aug 12, 2019 at 11:45 PM UTC

emmapeterson

Eternity

We see the stars not empty space When looking at the nighttime sky; Dark will not win, it won't erase. We turn our cheek, sun on our face Through pain that we can not deny, We see the stars not empty space. And Mars can’t beat the human race As he tempts with fake alibis. Dark will not win, it won't erase. With wonder, hopeless, we all chase A comet, space dust, soaring by. We see the stars not empty space. When we get lost off in someplace Our galaxy will soothe the cries. Dark will not win, it won't erase. The universe, a wondrous place Doth gift the planets to our eyes, We see the stars not empty space, Dark will not win, it won't erase.

19

Freedom, they said, was for all, But it became a privilege— rationed, conditional. Laws were written in the ink of fear, Meant to bind us but never them. Papers dictated our worth, Time slots our movements. For what felt like endless seasons, My world shrank to walls and whispers. A yard became my horizon, A car my only escape. Truth was silenced, Questions outlawed. They called it protection, But it felt like exile. The Constitution became fragile glass, Shattering under the weight of hypocrisy. Freedom was not free; It was a cage lined with lies, Its door held shut by fear. I lost more than days—I lost trust. The land of the free stood still, Its anthem drowned in passive compliance.

0

Jan 11, 2025

Jan 11, 2025 at 10:14 PM UTC

SoulPhelan_Unbound

Against My Defiance

Freedom, they said, was for all, But it became a privilege— rationed, conditional. Laws were written in the ink of fear, Meant to bind us but never them. Papers dictated our worth, Time slots our movements. For what felt like endless seasons, My world shrank to walls and whispers. A yard became my horizon, A car my only escape. Truth was silenced, Questions outlawed. They called it protection, But it felt like exile. The Constitution became fragile glass, Shattering under the weight of hypocrisy. Freedom was not free; It was a cage lined with lies, Its door held shut by fear. I lost more than days—I lost trust. The land of the free stood still, Its anthem drowned in passive compliance.

23