"benefited" poems
To be a human being is to be riddled with thousands of imperfections.
Full of flaws; scrapes, spots, and scars cover broken and bruised skin.
But robots need not fear and fret about fixable, trivial defections.
Humans perpetually throw themselves at cold, apathetic, greedy clinicians
Only to be given terrible news and told there is no cure for a horrid death.
Meanwhile, robots bask in the glow of love from a passionate technician.
Humans can never agree when it comes to the dealings of the heart.
Always one-sided, they take turns ruthlessly destroying each other.
Robots, oblivious to the issues of any and all feeling, live freely.
Naive humans will work tirelessly, only to see nothing but certain failure,
But life has never once benefited those of us who are currently living.
So, humans crafted robots, to always succeed where they could not.
Sep 10, 2013
Sep 10, 2013 at 9:22 PM UTC
have you benefited from me?
this friendship
this love
is there anything more i can give you?
so your heart
i can touch
you try
everyday
and i know that it gets tough
but distance would mean the world to me
if only you understood that much
i know what its like in your shoes
trust me
i know
i do
but i also know that this is the only way
to stop me from hurting you
to answer your question
you have
ive learnt that sometimes the truth
can only serve to break someone
and so ill keep lying to you
your life cannot benefit from my honesty
and something i know too well
is that sometimes people grow better
without me
sometimes i just shouldnt tell
im sorry i know you dont understand
and perhaps you never will
but my heart it hurts for you everyday
but soon youll learn to tell your heart
"be still"
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 2:16 PM UTC
Beauty cherishes love when comes up to the brim
Whosoever is in loves with Allah, Allah loves him
When honesty and sincerity overcome intentions to trim
When light spreads then no situation remains grim
When one looks towards Allah then Allah showers graces
Then he does not Alone but benefited all his races
Allah for His kindness does not need any or more basis
He is so beautiful that His beauty sneaks through faces
We all from Allah to Allah and go back to our Lord
Hence we are contented we belong to Him being His ward
Journey of life will be over whether simple or hard
All unverse belongs to Him from every inch to every yard
I claim and proclaim to be gifted slave of my Master
Whenever I seek His help He graces me so faster
He holds my destiny destination being the only Caster
How supreme is the creation and how supreme is the Master
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Apr 8, 2020
Apr 8, 2020 at 12:42 PM UTC
I'm sorry God, but they've taken you prisoner.
Their words indubitably once streamed from your lips,
as your fingers projected beams of light,
falling from the Heavens:
people dumbly read your signs so literally.
They've closed you in a book and recalled your name
when such mentioning benefited their own name,
hypocrites they are;
for there was never a hypoChrist
capable of making wine a commodity
and bread a demon,
unless it is gluten-free.
How your intentions are clouded in veils.
****** in your name.
To glorify you.
Pushing scared young lovers--two men-- against barbed wire fences
and insisting they are sinful, foul--better off dead.
Maybe the hate is right
because it wins ten times out of nine.
God, they constantly judge each other
when they don't believe in the "right" version of you.
And they represent a new hipper you for the youth:
they want to understand you, when really they just
want to be understood.
Some days I walk past strangers and wonder,
"Who do you want me to be?"
Am I not Muslim enough unless I cover my hair?
Am I too Moz-lim if I say Allah and mean God--
just God, not whatever inane misnomer you'll tell me I really believe
you to be.
I think you tire of our piddle paddle,
how we puff up our chests, only to blow out a tiny breath of air,
that in one instant you can extinguish:
the candle had no choice.
We think we give the world meaning.
We feel so special when we hear ourselves think,
but sometimes, I wish you'd speak instead of all these false prophets.
Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 1:11 AM UTC
Sometimes I wonder
if I should hang up
this straight jacket
that I label my art
the eyes that gaze upon it
seem to think I only dwell
upon the raw emotions
of pain that it reflects
like it is my only world
and maybe I'm starting to believe them
maybe it is.
a penny for my thoughts
feels of lesser value
I once continued
knowing that it only probably benefited me
a venting process
that helped me survive
and now I only question the advantage it gives me
Oct 13, 2013
Oct 13, 2013 at 2:13 PM UTC
Let as many Bondservants as are under the Yoke Count their own Masters Worthy of all Honor, so that the name Of GOD and His Doctrine may not be Blasphemed. And those who have believing masters, let them not Despise them because they are Brethren, but rather Serve them because those who are Benefited are Believers and Beloved. Teach and Exhort these things. If anyone Teaches otherwise and Does not Consent to Wholesome Words even the Words of our LORD Jesus Christ, and to the Doctrine which Accords with Godliness. He is Proud, knowing nothing, but is Obsessed with Disputes and Arguments over Words, from which Come Envy, Strife, Reviling, Evil-Suspicions. Useless Wranglings of Men of Corrupt Minds and Destitute of the Truth, who Suppose that Godliness is A means of Gain. From such Withdraw Thyself. Now Godliness with Contentment is Great Gain. For we Brought nothing into this World, and it is Certained We Can Carry Nothing Out. And having Food and Clothing, with these we shall be Content. But those who Desire to be Rich Fall into Temptation and Snare, and into many Foolish and Harmful Lusts which Drown Men in Destruction and Perdition. For the Love Of Money Is A Root Of All Kinds Of Evil, for which some have Strayed from the Faith in their Greediness, and Pierced Themselves through with many Sorrows. But thou, O Man Of GOD, Flee these things and Pursue Righteousness, Godliness, Faith, LOVE, Patience and Gentleness. Fight the Good Fight Of Faith, lay hold on Eternal Life, to which thou were also called and have Confessed the Good Confession in the Presence of many Witnesses. I Urge You, in the Sight of GOD who gives Life to All things, and before Christ Jesus who Witnessed the Good Confession before Pontius Pilate. That thou Keep this Commandment without Spot, Blameless until our Lord Jesus Christ's Appearing. Which He will Manifest in His Own Time, He who is the Blessed and Only Potentate, Thy King of Kings and Lord of Lords. Who alone has Immortality, Dwelling in Unapproachable Light, whom no Man has Seen or can See, to whom Be Honor and Everlasting Power. Amen... Command those who are Rich in this present Age not to be Haughty, nor to Trust in Uncertain Riches but Trust in the Living GOD, who gives Us Richly all things to Enjoy. Let them do Good, that they be Rich in Good Works, ready to Give, Willing to Share. Storing up for themselves a Good Foundation for the Time to Come, that they may lay Hold on Eternal Life... Guard what was committed to Your Trust, Avoiding the Profane and Idle Babble and Contradictions of what is Falsely called Knowledge.... By Professing it some have Strayed Concerning the Faith.. Grace Be with Ours All.. Amen.!
GOD Is Our Strength,
GOD Is Love,
GOD With Us,
GOD Bless,
Peace n Love.!!
Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 3:30 AM UTC
I know I've been sent before
To scream and proclaim my innocence
But I've always been the one
Who people turn to
When they don't know where they are.
I'll press my hands against the wall
You've built around your voice
And I'll tear it down gently
If you'll allow it.
I've always been an expected saviour,
But you're the kind of person
I wouldn't mind saving once in a while.
I'll never learn to accept
Your humble praise even though I know
Just that will number my days.
I'm not a peacock,
But I'd like to believe that in the beginning
And even now
I had something beautiful
That benefited you in some way.
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 12:44 AM UTC
Why don’t you love who I am?
You only give me your attention or love
if I’m doing good in school.
You never loved me for the person I was. Only for the things I did that benefited you.
Oct 4, 2023
Oct 4, 2023 at 8:52 AM UTC
Surrounding backgrounds, backdrops that empty glass eye
Ringing in your head; no means to pretend pretence
—always a means to an end. Like a long goodbye to an
old friend still one who owes you tens
A decade of friendship in these confused lines —you onced
slept with one of the guys. Not around, but a lot of times with
the same person, to say at least you've gone a few rounds
The only one to make you come out of a shell; fuelling up
the tank of a monthly desire. But you couldn't tell your friends; despite feeling sensations good as Heaven on earth— their preying
eye opinions would give you a lot of hell.
Still last night was one hell of a night, as he held you so
tight, a knight guarding you from those nightmares
As he tasted your lips, and tears while seeing all those
dark scars under your white night dress
Said, _"you're too dark to be found by love,"_ your usual
yellowbone cousins liked to make such comments.
You felt too ashamed to go play with the other kids on the
sunny beach. And it stained your heart; once trying yourself
to bleach
You just forgot your feet; a foot in your mouth kicking back
your words. Unlike the other girls, he liked you more
for trying to stick to your morals. Floral, a scented glow-
a light smell of _tragic beauty_ caught under his nose
Some nights hoping you'd be court, but in your family regards,
you're breaking tradition's law.
Lore beliefs, feeling seven days kind of weak, and it felt
so stranger that you fell in love with him in a week
It took a trip on this crazy life journey, for you to be riding
this long love trip. But he was only meant to be a friend
still it benefited you knowing he had seen you as more than
that from back then
But those still living behind, say you and him don't mix
into a good kind. As to mean the dark can't kiss a light,
such mean judgments, regardless of it being a modern relationship.
It's an old mindset, and I know he won't mind keeping it in secret
But it will all stay stuck in your mind, along with him
Oh my friend,
how'd I ever give the best advice to your situation
But only say and imagination that Adam and Eve
we're black and white. So wouldn't we have been
interracial from our creation?
Jan 20, 2023
Jan 20, 2023 at 4:19 PM UTC
Here lies a woman. That is all the granite stone reads. These are its only words. The only thing left to illustrate the being that was. What kind of woman? Mother? Lover? Great orator, writer, singer, dancer? Maybe all of these. What potential is there in a woman? Was it fulfilled? Wasted? Nourished and encouraged to grow? Was the wisdom of a woman passed down? Has the future benefited from a woman? Here lies a woman. What a sad inscription. What a hopeful and inspiring inscription. Here lies a woman. That is all there is now. Only a body beneath the earth. Only a woman. Nothing more. Nothing less.
Oct 27, 2012
Oct 27, 2012 at 12:21 AM UTC
I think that’s the painful part,
remembering our start.
The innocence,
the uncontained bliss,
it’s such a contrast to now
and I’m still stuck wondering how.
How that chapter of my life is closed,
how is it that we’ve become opposed?
I think I believed we were indestructible,
that our relationship wasn’t corruptible.
It hurts most when I think about it, about us
and all the things we said in unshakeable trust.
Those words float now,
detached, but unforgettable somehow.
I keep asking, why?
For when we were together we aimed for the sky.
Here in the now, it’s much different.
I no longer have the ability to call you up in an instant.
We’ve grown apart,
strayed so much from our start.
We’ve grown up, but part of me is still fighting for what we had
and I know I need to stop because I laugh, but the disconnect makes me sad.
I can’t say I want to forget you, forget us
because you were somebody who had my trust
but things have changed
and we’ve become estranged.
I wish it were different, I don’t think you understand how much
but somehow I’ve benefited, for now I’m my own crutch.
So the goodbye is bittersweet.
I know a part of me, in some aspect, will always be incomplete
for a bond there was severed,
but I do wish you luck with your future endeavors.
I harbor no ill will,
and we’ll meet again on some rainy day, accepting a passing fill.
But we’ll know the truth,
we’ll share a smile that holds a million memories from our youth
and that’s what I’ll come to appreciate,
I’ll carry those wonderful memories even if we don’t affiliate.
We grow up, we change
the future isn’t something we can arrange.
We can only realize our choices,
and follow through on this voyage.
It’s messy, and beautiful, and can hurt like hell
but on the bad things we can’t dwell.
So the memories I’ll keep,
locked away, just for the rainy day when I see you on the street.
Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 1:07 AM UTC
It's the old story:
Everything Becomes New
Everything Becomes Young, so cruel
is the beauty of life
which sacrifices adults
to their fault
their most grievous fault
of ageing
They still can stay, wise
and competent or not
if they give up their place
earlier than they are ready
Maybe they will then understand
that they also have jockeyed for
position in the past, and even worse
that nobody has benefited from it
so that sacrifices to youth do not exist
There are only real needs to sacrifice
the wasting ego to, and let's hope
there will be hospitable compassion
Mar 17, 2022
Mar 17, 2022 at 4:19 AM UTC
Reconnecting with old ties
Music is where old memories lie
This entire past week with you
Has benefited more than I knew
It made me miss the old times
Literally just riding around getting high
Im glad we got to meet another time
Life has an odd way of keeping us inner twined
Apr 24, 2021
Apr 24, 2021 at 1:24 AM UTC
My depiction of fiction
fits the description
uplifted from my own benedictions
been a ****
been addicted
bend and lift
benefited
my back... only difference
Is I had somebody watching mine
To make up for what I lack and
what I thought I know
By the fact I've brought you thought provok-
ing moments
Hold it
Mold it
Don't let go it's
life in motion
Nice to know that
most components
Grow and hold it's
value
The struggle's golden
Hold up swollen fists
To no avail you
Never give up
Never live up to
other's expectations
Know your limits
Set the boundary
Allowing for a more peaceful, sound sleep
Cuz at the end of the day
We all lay
Our head upon that pillow
And when contentness sets in
Voids...we fill those
weep like willows
Weak but still chose
To instill those
Values in our kinfolk
Mar 12, 2018
Mar 12, 2018 at 5:53 PM UTC
Easter Sunday
Easter Sunday is the Christian celebration of the resurrection
of Jesus of Nazareth from his crucifiction on Good Friday.
If you are not a christian or even if you consider yourself to be one,
and do not place much belief as to whether or not this event actually
took place, but is symbolic in nature, have nothing to be apologetic for.
For those of you who do totally believe in this miracle, because your faith
says to that you do believe, I will not ever challenge. The more important
issue to me, go back two spaces, is Good Friday, as it is called. This day
has much more significance to me.
Jesus, no matter how you perceive his person to be, Son of God,
or King of the Jews, or a not so normal politician, performed a function,
that benefited all of mankind. Whether or not he absolved the sins of
man is up to the believers. What he provided mankind, is measurable and
unmeasurable at the same time. He was the pioneer of Human Rights.
His teachings caused the revolution of thought. His actions stirred the
thoughts of a yearning civilization to reach for higher goals. To bring
attention of the elitist of the world, that they will be held accountable for
their actions, somewhere, sometime. To give a hope to the struggling
peoples of this world. For this, I give thanks and will always look inside
my heart to find what is right.
There will be those of you who read this, that think I am a total idiot.
That I really have no knowledge of what I am speaking. I say to you
that you are probably right, but I welcome your thoughts on this,
and I feel that this is exactly what I am presenting to you, about the
significance of this entire weekend.
Happy Easter everyone, whatever your beliefs.
David Nelson aka Gomer Lepoet
Apr 3, 2010
Apr 3, 2010 at 8:34 PM UTC
Oh what a tempest to see,
And have not been seen.
To breathe,
And have not been whispered upon.
To savor,
That which we believe sacred,
However not been savored ourselves.
What solitude is that which
Ignorance brings.
What cold-stone heartedness
Does that create.
What wrathful sickness
Does that generate
On our untended souls.
O fate! Spare me from
Such cruel suffering.
Do not leave me to the hands
Of those who leave the sick
Untended;
And leave me to the
Erosional pass of the elements.
Please do not dig
The ditch upon I am to befallen.
Do not chisel
The traces of my features
Without me having
Been benefited
With the joy of rapport.
Spare me from the madness
Of solitude.
For I am too young
To be left alone.
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 1:15 PM UTC
I never used you,
though you used me.
I kept you safe and warm,
though you kept me cold and lifeless.
I helped you achieve your dreams,
though you only crushed mine.
I believed in you,
though you only believed in me when it benefited you.
You always wanted me,
though sometimes I couldn't give you what you wanted.
You relied on me to fix your problems,
though sometimes they were too impossible.
You thought that I'd always be there for you,
though I have others to be with just as you.
You assumed that I wasn't on your side,
when I never left it to begin with.
You abused me till there was almost nothing left,
you got stronger every time you used me.
You were frail and broken at first,
but I made you happier with each beating.
I live to see people happy,
to give them a chance to improve in life.
So I will gladly take your pain away,
and place it upon myself.
Oct 11, 2018
Oct 11, 2018 at 4:33 PM UTC
Life's like a little funny song,
Or rather a collection of them,
Some with refrains and some without.
Some with glorious chorus'
And some with a rigorous One verse .
The only thing all of these songs have in common is pain.
Pain is the sure constant, Not to be thought of as a plague or a curse
but rather a load to be carried throughout life.
Some have more, some have less
But all the some's have an amount.
Hurt is a different story.
Its a song of pain sung unwell.
Out of tune, out of key.
Not handled well, more straining than constructing.
No man has ever benefited from an ounce of hurt,
and that's the difference.
So I'm gonna tell you a secret.
take the hurt out of all the pain. how you ask?
Whistle a tune, say a hymn or sing a prayer!
Go for a walk in the Mountains, or the valleys.
See beyond yourself,
See where your actually going with this load of pain, and straighten up and keep walking.
You wear that pain proud throughout your life.
Heavenly Father knew you could carry that load, and live.
For God giveth no amount of suffering that we can't handle.
Just don't give up.
Take the hurt out of all the pain
Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 1:21 AM UTC
You make me feel like I'm...
A test dummy
A punching bag
An excuse
The reason
The fault at fault
Wrong
The wrong one
A mistake,
Possibly your biggest ever
The bet you now wouldn't take
The "if only I hadn't..."
Bad in hindsight
A wrong you had to right
The time that's never right
Time you'll never get back
Someone you need to get over,
Move on from
And leave in the past
The pain in your a§§
The last time
Never gonna happen again
Someone who benefited from you being in the wrong state of mind
Your weak moment
Your young and dumb years, if you will
...shall I go on?
©2024
Jun 13, 2024
Jun 13, 2024 at 1:37 PM UTC
I'm struggling to write the first few lines of this poem
1. because I haven't written in awhile
and 2. Because I think it will be a very good poem
and don't want youto abandon it
trust me
we give up too easily
for example
when I'm older I want to write movies
but when I watch a movie I constantly check my phone
even if I like the movie
we are worse off than we know
I've been thinking
lately
that is a lie
it's only been recently
very recently
regardless
why I do write best when I am depressed?
why is that when I am most profound
why must my life be strewn about around me
for me to have a grasp on literary prose
then again is it wrong of me
to consider my only important writing
the ones that can be deemed "good"
is that unfair to myself
there's a select few I always come back to
they are very good
but I was hurting a lot when I wrote them
were they worth it
maybe
I remember something I read one time
it was written by a woman
and she was talking about her pain
and her writing
she said that pain was now fluid in her life
all that really mattered was her writing
no matter how much the pain hurt
as long as her writing benefited
she would welcome it with open arms
what a **** way to live
maybe it's just nostalgia
that's ********
you wrote better before
you know that
I'm right
I've become a better person
and a worse writer
and both
frighten me
Feb 10, 2016
Feb 10, 2016 at 3:23 AM UTC
I dreamed the day finally arrived
When ALL people realized
And understood why Donald Trump
Deserved to be so despised.
People everywhere saw through
His empty words, his lies, his act,
His bigoted, odious promises,
His thought process so inexact.
No one acknowledged his asinine tweets
Or listened to his divisive rants.
No one went to his vacuous rallies
And started shouting racist chants.
No one let him- or herself
Be duped by the man's endless stream
Of worthless gibberish and hateful talk
That once made non-supporters scream.
Our country had respect again
From countries worthy of respect.
Foreign relations were also mended
After having suffered neglect.
No longer did we admire
Autocrats and dictators.
We looked up to our allies and praised
Diplomatic negotiators.
The voices of white supremacy
Were drowned by voices of love and inclusion.
Voting rights would be protected.
That became a foregone conclusion.
Russia and other countries couldn't
Interfere with our elections.
All people living in
The U.S. had equal protections.
Religious freedom meant that people
Could practice beliefs across the nation
And NOT use religion as
A handy excuse for discrimination.
Clean air and clean water
Became a focus, AND what's more,
Climate change wasn't considered
A silly hoax that we should ignore.
Children were not separated
From parents at our border gate.
People weren't dehumanized
And made to feel second rate.
The taxation system was fair
And benefited not only the wealthy.
Everyone had health insurance
With emphasis on being healthy.
To presidential abuse of power
Legislators said farewell.
And egomaniacal Donald Trump
Languished in a prison cell.
What a dream--what a vision--
Where joyous hopes began anew!
If only it could come to fruition!
It would be a dream come true.
-by Bob B (7-19-19)
Jul 19, 2019
Jul 19, 2019 at 8:20 AM UTC
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Jan 11, 2017
Jan 11, 2017 at 9:33 PM UTC
I can't help to ask what does it all amount to in the end
The money one makes or setting a high fashion trend?
What do you amount to in the last chapter of life?
The book finally closes and your story is done.
But maybe, just maybe.
Your story isn't just done.
Maybe your life's work has only begun
To take root, to take seed, help someone in need.
Maybe your life benefited another for the better.
And that's something I'd gladly live for.
Mar 17, 2013
Mar 17, 2013 at 9:42 PM UTC
You are covered with sweat, on top of me.
It drips onto my naked body
My naked face.
I lay there
Trying to look like I'm enjoying myself.
Smile.
Moan.
Arch.
I don't think you're buying it.
After you're done
You smile beatifically
And kiss me
And tell me you love me.
You tell me you were trying hard.
I wish I could tell you that I benefited
Because I know that's what you want to hear
But I can't lie to you like that.
I do it for you.
I hope that sometimes you believe me.
But I don't think you do.
I love you.
May 19, 2010
May 19, 2010 at 7:28 PM UTC
The ground glittered with littered plastic
Houses shrank as time passed
Land became trash
The people were cut into two
One side giving money to build new, pretty communities
Trying to save the face of their dying cities
The others grew tired of rising above
The hot sun and dirt packed them into adobe clay victims
Almost frozen in time
Vesuvius had risen again in this southern land
Maybe the people who kept trying were just too proud
They never admitted how they benefited from enslaving those who understood there was no hope
The ones close to the ground realized there was no escaping hell
Better to ruin and ignore their homes
Because soon enough there would be nothing more but rubble
The hills are sparkling
Death and decay originated in their backyards
All that's left is destroy everything in their wake
In hopes of building from the ground up once again
All look up to the same sky waiting for the day they're kissed by the gods
Most have only seen satan come out to play
They'll continue to pray and pray
Either that or an early visit to the cemetery
Some say soon it'll all end, but are they speaking of the lands poverty or their own lineage
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 1:03 AM UTC