#sustainable - Hello Poetry

These people, these lives, these houses, these homes, these hills, these trees, these animals, these rivers, these seas. We are not building an empire, we are destroying one, and every living, breathing thing in it. We are walking catastrophes, entire tsunamis tripping off our tongues, rivers rolling between our lips. Streams of change, ebbing through microplastic in our veins with nets around our necks. Let us be the change we want to see in the world, let us plant trees, climb to the top of them and scream from the top of our lungs for every single thing we are grateful for, let this planet be at the very top of that list. As long as we inhale and exhale every moment; every memory, every molecule on this earth, let us not forget, we belong to it, and not the other way round. There is so much yet we can do, so many lives we can transform, entire continents we can claim and cure. Let us find peace before we are torn to pieces by our very own hands.

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Mar 10, 2019

Mar 10, 2019 at 3:45 PM UTC

Losthourssacredmemories

This planet does not belong to us

These people, these lives, these houses, these homes, these hills, these trees, these animals, these rivers, these seas. We are not building an empire, we are destroying one, and every living, breathing thing in it. We are walking catastrophes, entire tsunamis tripping off our tongues, rivers rolling between our lips. Streams of change, ebbing through microplastic in our veins with nets around our necks. Let us be the change we want to see in the world, let us plant trees, climb to the top of them and scream from the top of our lungs for every single thing we are grateful for, let this planet be at the very top of that list. As long as we inhale and exhale every moment; every memory, every molecule on this earth, let us not forget, we belong to it, and not the other way round. There is so much yet we can do, so many lives we can transform, entire continents we can claim and cure. Let us find peace before we are torn to pieces by our very own hands.

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One day my mind, which is chaotic tried to recollect the past Yes, I need to do this.... After a breakup my mind is really worried And now it has crash landed into the world of words . How? why I'm like this? May be this is the reality ; It is like a splatter film, appalling and dreadful . How did you turned my world upside down ? Even a single word of "love " could have defined me But now not just the whole poem. The whole world thwarted my efforts Break up with cruel “homo-sapiens” is like a big crambo ! You were ready to make agreements Put your ***** "cool" signature On the sheets made with my blood What happened with all that love letters ? Now all that has ended up like a scrounging note A promise that you had never accomplished! It is too late my dear..... Even the prayer "sustainable " will never save you. Now accept the reality , From Rio to Paris nothing has changed But I have changed a lot..... I have lost almost everything. I will not protect you anymore You will repay for all the atrocities This is not just the curse of your ex, This is the grudge of being unfortunate Only because I was in love with you. Are you still longing for more ? April twenty second will always be cherished The day that has been put aside by you for me, isn't it ? Oops, again I forgot... The day created in my name for you, To fill your annual report sheets . My dear it's time to pay for your sins Before that I bid you goodbye. ©malavikavipin

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Dec 22, 2018

Dec 22, 2018 at 5:39 AM UTC

malavika-vipin

Earthly Breakup

One day my mind, which is chaotic tried to recollect the past Yes, I need to do this.... After a breakup my mind is really worried And now it has crash landed into the world of words . How? why I'm like this? May be this is the reality ; It is like a splatter film, appalling and dreadful . How did you turned my world upside down ? Even a single word of "love " could have defined me But now not just the whole poem. The whole world thwarted my efforts Break up with cruel “homo-sapiens” is like a big crambo ! You were ready to make agreements Put your ***** "cool" signature On the sheets made with my blood What happened with all that love letters ? Now all that has ended up like a scrounging note A promise that you had never accomplished! It is too late my dear..... Even the prayer "sustainable " will never save you. Now accept the reality , From Rio to Paris nothing has changed But I have changed a lot..... I have lost almost everything. I will not protect you anymore You will repay for all the atrocities This is not just the curse of your ex, This is the grudge of being unfortunate Only because I was in love with you. Are you still longing for more ? April twenty second will always be cherished The day that has been put aside by you for me, isn't it ? Oops, again I forgot... The day created in my name for you, To fill your annual report sheets . My dear it's time to pay for your sins Before that I bid you goodbye. ©malavikavipin

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I want to move far away, even just for one day. Everyone's reality and expectation is taking a serious toll on me. I constantly have the mountains on my mind. Wind in my hair, with absolutely no cares. Money should not be able to dictate your life, yet we let it. I just want to move far away, tiny house, heirloom seeds. Growing and sustaining for myself.

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Jul 20, 2014

Jul 20, 2014 at 6:45 PM UTC

hannahforrest

Just thinking

I want to move far away, even just for one day. Everyone's reality and expectation is taking a serious toll on me. I constantly have the mountains on my mind. Wind in my hair, with absolutely no cares. Money should not be able to dictate your life, yet we let it. I just want to move far away, tiny house, heirloom seeds. Growing and sustaining for myself.

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I melt like ice on a hot plate Like a candle to a flame All I know is pain Though it now sits as an unforgettable stain The receptors were never meant too sustain The onslaught like constant rain Proving to be too much to maintain I now feel nothing, Teetering on the cusp of insane Not unfamiliar terrain I recognize fears domain Spent a lot of time on that plane Where a single step forward is a strain And one look back can reattach the chain Scars from a dangerous brain Are the only parts of the original me that remain If need be, Look for my face in the wood grain ©2024

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Jul 23, 2024

Jul 23, 2024 at 3:47 PM UTC

bettsjc187

~•§•~ House of Ice and Wax ~•§•~

I melt like ice on a hot plate Like a candle to a flame All I know is pain Though it now sits as an unforgettable stain The receptors were never meant too sustain The onslaught like constant rain Proving to be too much to maintain I now feel nothing, Teetering on the cusp of insane Not unfamiliar terrain I recognize fears domain Spent a lot of time on that plane Where a single step forward is a strain And one look back can reattach the chain Scars from a dangerous brain Are the only parts of the original me that remain If need be, Look for my face in the wood grain ©2024

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The society rejected them. They were ejected from their homes. Disjointed hands. Broken legs. Pitiful faces. Mournful silence ... They cried and felt like crying again. They cried again. They yawned and felt like yawning again. They yawned again. They are the homeless children you are seeing here and there. They are the hopeless old men and women you are seeing in the mornings and in the evenings. No one cares to give them a chance to emerge on the surfaces of the earth and win more wins. They are those beggars and street-boys. They were long time ago mercilessly molested by the tryrans and their allies. Today and tomorrow, And the days, and the years, after tomorrow: Let them find some places to rest. Give them a place in your heart to find solace. They have no sugar. And they don't seem to have tasted its sweetness. To drink tea, They use a handful of their tears. In lieu of a comb, They use twigs. They have no perfumed clothes. Theirs are torn shirts and hats fumed by the vapour of a cooking *** To watch a movie, They use a mirror. Through it, They see nothing than their faces. They say mirror is their television. The poignancy of poesy shaped their potentials. Under the influence of the Poet, a plume spoke: 'I dream of a society where the less privileged ones will enjoy freedom and financial independence.' With the above in mind, the less privileged ones would be considered as an integral part of the world. They are capable yet they can do zellions of amazing things. Give them chances to thrive. Their yesterdays saw them famished. They were once hopeless. God blessed them. Smiles of courage and hope illuminated their faces. They were once neglected as well as segregated. They need to be encouraged and supported. On their education enough money should be invested. To enable them learn skills and acquire sound knowledge needed for self-development and progress across the globe. Adamu Danjuma

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Dec 2, 2020

Dec 2, 2020 at 6:17 AM UTC

adamu-danjuma

'Na Dem': A Poetic Rendition For The Less Privileged People

The society rejected them. They were ejected from their homes. Disjointed hands. Broken legs. Pitiful faces. Mournful silence ... They cried and felt like crying again. They cried again. They yawned and felt like yawning again. They yawned again. They are the homeless children you are seeing here and there. They are the hopeless old men and women you are seeing in the mornings and in the evenings. No one cares to give them a chance to emerge on the surfaces of the earth and win more wins. They are those beggars and street-boys. They were long time ago mercilessly molested by the tryrans and their allies. Today and tomorrow, And the days, and the years, after tomorrow: Let them find some places to rest. Give them a place in your heart to find solace. They have no sugar. And they don't seem to have tasted its sweetness. To drink tea, They use a handful of their tears. In lieu of a comb, They use twigs. They have no perfumed clothes. Theirs are torn shirts and hats fumed by the vapour of a cooking *** To watch a movie, They use a mirror. Through it, They see nothing than their faces. They say mirror is their television. The poignancy of poesy shaped their potentials. Under the influence of the Poet, a plume spoke: 'I dream of a society where the less privileged ones will enjoy freedom and financial independence.' With the above in mind, the less privileged ones would be considered as an integral part of the world. They are capable yet they can do zellions of amazing things. Give them chances to thrive. Their yesterdays saw them famished. They were once hopeless. God blessed them. Smiles of courage and hope illuminated their faces. They were once neglected as well as segregated. They need to be encouraged and supported. On their education enough money should be invested. To enable them learn skills and acquire sound knowledge needed for self-development and progress across the globe. Adamu Danjuma

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It is an unconventional truth It starts and it roots You start the engine right You gear the stem in sight You step on it faster It runs more like a master When it is time it over takes Its a chance it loves to take Just try to step on the right It slows down with all its might Drinks of the earth it drinks Empities it with a blink It greeds over it more Can you handle it like before It runs in the count of miles Starts eating the green inside It donates a lot of stuff Believe me you do not want it bluff It slowly taking over Planning to become a ruler Multiplying more than our race Becoming the faith of the earths face Lets take our control now Save the world before its down Lets see the beautiful skies blue Before they bid adieu.

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May 20, 2018

May 20, 2018 at 12:22 AM UTC

ummi

The Running Motor

It is an unconventional truth It starts and it roots You start the engine right You gear the stem in sight You step on it faster It runs more like a master When it is time it over takes Its a chance it loves to take Just try to step on the right It slows down with all its might Drinks of the earth it drinks Empities it with a blink It greeds over it more Can you handle it like before It runs in the count of miles Starts eating the green inside It donates a lot of stuff Believe me you do not want it bluff It slowly taking over Planning to become a ruler Multiplying more than our race Becoming the faith of the earths face Lets take our control now Save the world before its down Lets see the beautiful skies blue Before they bid adieu.

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