"pein" poems
Even a foolish child can grow up in the right way
When he learns what pain is
Knowing pain controls one's thoughts and decisions
It can discern the difference between goals and wishes.
If you don't share someone's pain, you can never understand them
Which will create the same underhand men
But just because you can understand them
Doesn't mean you can come to an agreement
Because what you value may not mean anything to them.
We're both of the same breed, after all
We all fall
Motives for war are of no concern, the World will continue to burn
Religion, ideology, resources, land, grudges, love, or just because
As long as there is cause, it's enough to start a war.
Reasons can be thought up after the fact, human nature pursues strife
In fact, that is the purpose of human life
You think you're the only ones who matters!?
You think the world will go by your standards!?
You and I are no different
We each act according to our own sense of justice
We do whatever we need to do for ourselves.
Dying like trash, never ending hatred, pain that never heals
You think you can put off death?
You must accept
That peace made you foolish and thoughtless
None are selfless
If you **** someone, someone else will **** you
That is true
This hatred binds us together
Forever
I want you to feel pain, to think about pain, to accept pain, to know pain.
Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 6:54 PM UTC
Ich zünde für dein Wohlergehn,
das Licht der Liebe an
Mit deinem Herzen wirst du sehn
wie hell es leuchten kann
Es dringt durch alle Poren
bis in die letzte Zelle
Du bist wie neu geboren
durch diese Lichterquelle
Mit unverzagtem Mut
und unbeugsamer Kraft
steigst du aus dieser Glut
voll purem Lebenssaft
Streckst deine Flügel aus
und schüttelst alle Sorgen
ins Dunkel weit hinaus
fühlst dich im Licht geborgen
Es wird dich immer schützen
vor großer Not und Pein
oder
zumindest stützen
sollt’s doch mal anders sein
Nov 18, 2020
Nov 18, 2020 at 5:11 PM UTC
I’ve been looking in the mirror
Every day since I was three,
Till a week ago I looked again
And saw it wasn’t me.
For this haggard face with wrinkles
And grey hair that should be black,
Took my place within the mirror,
And it stood there, staring back.
Sure, it registered surprise and seemed
To stare, and be in shock,
And behind me in the mirror stood
Our old grandfather clock,
It was ticking off the moments,
All that I had left of life,
So in case it was an omen, then
I thought I’d call the wife.
‘Can you see that ancient visage
In the glass, Penelope?
It’s supposed to be my image
But I think it isn’t me,’
And Penelope had stood and stared
Then shook her greying hair,
‘Yes, that scar was on your left cheek, dear,
But now it isn’t there.’
I was staring at the visage and
It gave me quite a fright,
For that scar upon my left cheek now
Showed firmly on the right.
And the parting in my hair was not
Just where it used to be,
For most everything was back to front,
So who the hell was he?
‘There’s a demon in the mirror,’
I exclaimed, ‘it has my mole,
And it’s come here from the devil just
To claim my mortal soul,’
So I seized a ball pein hammer and
Attacked the mirror glass,
Till it shattered into tiny shards,
That’s seven years, alas!
We’ve not allowed a mirror in
The house, from then to now,
We won’t invite a demon in,
We’ll keep him out, somehow.
We know we both are ageing, but
We’re not as bad as that,
Penelope will paint her face,
While I just wear a hat.
David Lewis Paget
Nov 17, 2017
Nov 17, 2017 at 5:04 PM UTC
Jetzt leise, dann laut, niemals still,
obwohl ich doch vergessen will.
Oft denke ich, es wäre geschafft,
aber plötzlich, mit unbändiger Kraft, drängt er hervor
und ist so stark als wie zuvor,
und peinigt mich,
der Gedanke an dich
Feb 10, 2021
Feb 10, 2021 at 10:48 PM UTC