Excisting poems on Hello Poetry

Mark Wanless Jul 2023

i eat the food of the soft and hard work
   no time is left for a god to appear
cross the river and find a path that works
   a life of effort all live with the true

of not excisting in the mind of self
   and what we call god is a bandaid that
is better than nothing as we bleed life
   out of love upon a table raza

which is true yet maleable so now
   we walk and talk the walking head maybe
not a word is true that's not thought softly in
   a moment of yells and we follow

as to the inner true unheard that
can be peaceful if we try i do not know what

#river #path #mind #tabla #raza

Emma Kolditz Jensen Apr 2014

Death

When I was 12,
I died,
a long,
painful death.

I wasn't buried,
in a beautiful coffin,
with roses,
and goodbye kisses.

Only with the thoughts,
of a,
perfect,
non-excisting world.

(e.k.j.)

#kiss #suicide #sad #death #abuse #world #depressed #kisses #thoughts #goodbye #perfect #thought #unhappy #kids #children #child #kid #12 #coffin

Craig Harrison Jul 2015

Some call it Hell

You see darkness and sadness
nothing but sorrow as you walk around
You're a prisoner with no way to escape
you hear the screams of eternal ****.

Dead bodies piling up
The sun drying up all the land
the planet excisting of only sand
you hear the screams of the ******.

Time is meaningless when nothing changes
when war exists every year
and children live their lives in fear
some call this Hell
I call it Earth.

We're born so peacefull, full of love
We're born explorers
We're born with so much compasion
We're born with so much potential

WHAT HAPPENED

Laura Katherine Oct 2015

Untitled

it rains and rains
as you momenteraly come to
senses of sorts
it isn't anything but fitting
for there never was anyone else i knew
to be bigger on the dramatics
i wonder what kind of freedom
such indifference brings
do you ever stop to wonder
how you do not know your own flesh and blood
the way you make soulmates with bottoms of the bottles
does it burn your insides better
than the tiny hand of tattoos
where is the irony of only ever excisting
on top of your heart
i will no longer be the one for you to call
i do not want the crown
if the kingdom was only built
for liquids secrets and sadness

— The End —