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Neil Mcpake May 20
Some people have aggressive inordinate feelings about racist human beings. I hope infelicity becomes these savage beings. As they go head first into the light knowing these wicked men and women are not that bright. They will come to regreat there ghastly evil sites. Imimcal to the very nature of who we are making inquity among are police service. As the newspapers print there reruns it shows they never care as life shows that there ways are never fair. If there's careful activism in actuality trying to recreate a better future for us all. Then let these no political human beings guide us through our fight for our rights against the goverment wrongs and the parliament lies in art and songs.
This poem is about my views on racists and how I see the fight against the polical movement.
Neil Mcpake May 19
My pillow fills up with tears of sorrow when I m not lying next to you. My soul would linger in the stars just to see you drive your cars.  I would wait on the moon for you without air just to show you I care. Just to see you once more my love. With visions torrentially pounding on my eyes. I know you would tell me know lies. Then truth be told as you hold my desires. With a uncontrollable fire without solace and malice. My love for you is the only thing that matters to me. So hear my cry as I wash away my fears. In a world without you then this wouldn't be my world because you are my only love.
This poem is about my undying love for my one true love my wife
Neil Mcpake May 18
It wouldn't be strange for king and country to arm every woman and man because without peace there always war. Hidding behind desks and lapils are tortured souls. That makes boy to men making no enemies your friend. Turning homes and parks to battle grounds. With dust, debris, drones and missles in the air.As some of the residents stay because they show they care. God can you tell me why is it that the cilvillians that die living under there Russian governments lies. As they band together as one fearing Russia regime with weapons that are not made of there own. Vertue and honesty is not the presidents fees nor money, gold and oil. So hear my cries even Donald's trump can't hear there soldiers under fire, that's why he needs to ask why? Because with Putin Ukraine will never be free.
Ukraine is about my thoughts about the war and why it should be stopped because Russia's a bully. Via the revolution.
Neil Mcpake May 18
In the mist of time I hope our souls meet each other when we die. Floating in the seas of equality. Your love keeps me away from the pits of misery. While I Past the truth there were no lies. Without you my life's never the same. Through happiness and pain. Your love is easy to find because your always on my mind. Yes my darling I'll love you till the end of time.
Happyness and pain is about true love and the quest to keep it.
Neil Mcpake May 18
She dulled my senses and she freed my mind. With words of wisdom as we loved each other through time. Longing for our ****** desires as our hearts raged with fire. Through cities and towns as are lives were so profound with boundless love. That mapped out our emotions through the stars. Without torture and hate past sunshine and rain. In the future, past and present my love for thy will never change. Even on angel wings as we fly past sin knowing those deviled souls will never win.
This poem signifies my struggle between love and hate.
Neil Mcpake May 18
There was no spirit dropped as the sunshine glowed before I moured. In the mirror looking back at me I could see a ghostly figure with a fevered brow. The sight I saw was of my father so cold lying so still. If only I could of seen him take his last breathe. Maybe his soul could of stayed a while and I might of  prevented his death. That's was wishful thinking of broken dreams leaving your descendants longing for more. Father, father never forgotten as I woke up on a drunken night brawl. Stil intoxicated then I couldn't walk so I crawled. As I sat on limestone steps even eleven years on its still tough to except your dead. I know you cast no shadow in my heart of hearts there I would of stayed lonely in the shallows if weren't for my wife. Authentic and genuine for all of his memories live on as she calms my rage soothing my mind through thunder and rain. Dad how can there be thoughtful celebrations without so many kind words spoken. Knowing even the strongest of us gets tense. With love from my wife it will always make sense. In worst weathers these memories are never lost. If I didn't have a clue I would be puzzled, perplexed and bemused to mysteries that never bring. Baffled in a world of pure emotions with worldy trade your foot prints to me will never fade. In different places with hidden faces to ashamed. How horrific they treated other races in history. We should never forget the pain and misery this has caused them in this world for there should never have be any slaves. So all of man kind can you promise me one thing I don't wanna hear any more lies. When the tide turns washing over the sands. With **** back whales free from fishing lines. Maybe one day there be helping me and my granddaughter Alana Rose. To show all of my nieces and brothers. Where scorpions roam there were no roads. Leaving behind no poison bones for that was never my home. Now preoccupied in deep thought but never misplaced on land and sea. As I m never in disbelief what my eyes never seen. With lessons to teach us all as we be hold god's grand designs. I miss and love you my father rest in peace.
This poem was written about the struggles I had losing my dad from cancer.  The goodness in my life mixed with the horrible history this world has to offer.
Neil Mcpake May 17
Calmness is a breeze that can surround our sins for if we lose we surely won't win. As death finds it's own formidable path I shall weep not laugh. When time moves so fast one day my future will be a distant past. While we ride the  storms of indecisions what makes us wise is the experiences in our lives and the choices we make. Each morning I use to wake up and look out my window to see the sunrise while gazing at a solement sky. As I thought to myself what will I see when I die. The tides will turn woe be the hearts of every woman, man and child so please lord. Let it be replaced with just love.
My poem is about some of my life. While exploring my different emotions in god grand designs.
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