"poeple" poems
Children born with *** is the most sadest thing in life. Everyday there is a child born with *** The reason for this is because adults and children are ***** each and every day. By the curel careless people in this world. Kids are sent off to oprphanges in some parts in Africa where honestly is better then some other places in Africa. Thats not it though the ones that are not in oprphanges are at risk each and everyday for there lifes. Not only for this disease but for the curlest people that will **** them for basically no reason because they dont have freedom like we do. Why treat children this way period but why treat them especially if they have limited time in life. They dont get to see and experience what we get to see and experience because we have the freedom. Each and everyday children in Africa risk there lifes to go to school most of them don't survive because once again the cruel poeple in this world **** them. Unlike we get to go to school for free and have freedom. We get to have the oppertunity to have an education. When they are not even given a chioce. The kids that are not in a orphanage are slaves they get torchered they get wipped they even are forced to see there parents wipped, ***** and murdered. They dont have choices at all for there life the chioces are made for them. Barely any water to drink or even food to eat. Children in Africa die each and everyday either from ****** starvation, dehydration or there disease. We act so ungreatfully to people in our lives we should be ashamed. When poeple in Africa don't have parents or if they do they dont get to see unless seeing them be torchured. I am thankful for everything I have and the freedom I have. Learning about this in school was intrestingly horrifying because of what these people do to these children and there parents or to people in general. They dont get *** from chioce of *** or born with it or lack of condoms they are forced with this horrible disease that is life killing and that most likely turnes into AIDS. With out any medical or lack of medical attention the poeple with disease are left to die. With people torchering them by watching and ****** them each and every day. It makes me furious to know that there are children human beings out there that are being torchured, ***** murdered, starved and dehydrated each and everyday of life. This is the life to the day they are born untill the day they die. After reading this think really hard about your life and the things and people in your life is life really hard for you is it that painful is it that horrifying. Put yourself in there shoes would you like seeing your parents child or sibling get ***** murdered or even wipped each and everyday. going without food or water or having barely food or water. For me after writing this and learning it my whole life is heaven compared to them. I have everything they don't and better and I am not even close to being as greatful as I should. Think about this and this is so very true this is there lives each and everyday for the children and adults that are slaves that have HIV/AIDS in Africa.
Feb 3, 2011
Feb 3, 2011 at 10:35 AM UTC
Unfair is the world
Unjust are the poeple
There is not much I can do about it
So let us pout
And cry tears
And write angst filled poetry
About how unfair
And unjust
The world is
Sep 10, 2013
Sep 10, 2013 at 1:23 PM UTC
Like a bra
She held my heart
in the right place
Covering my soul from the firey eyes
Bitter than *****
Sweeter than wine
With a kiss
she heals
And heals and heals
I had something like a house
But it was just a place to live in
I had a language
But it didn't express my urges
I had a lot of poeple
But not truly humans
Now; Now i have you
And you are the home
To scream by our words
over the top of my chest
World of moustaches no more exists
Underneath her smile i hid my joys
To release the madness
Control the clouds
and let the rain flow
Splitting the reality of us
Away from
Their horrible happeiness
Sally S. Ali / England
Jan 25, 2019
Jan 25, 2019 at 4:38 AM UTC
I laugh all time
but with him
I giggle non-stop
Cause Life's too complicated
& He makes me Thinkin' to something else
like *** , like couple , like other's life , like win
I crie too much
but with him
I crie mucher than that
Cause Life's Unfair
& He makes me See different thinks
like other problem , others couple problems , like drama , like lose
For Some poeple it caled Boyfriend
For Some Other it caled Husband
For Some Otaku it caled Manga-anime
For Some Geeks it caled Games
Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 6:45 PM UTC
a lot of folks are torn
if they should cross oceans
for poeple who wouldn't even
cross puddles for them.
while a whole other lot wonders
if they should even cross puddles
for people who would
-without any doubts-
cross oceans for them.
what a desolate lot
people are.
thinking that love was a debate
between the idea
of crossing oceans and of crossing puddles
despite it being
a simple question
of who you should cross oceans for.
Aug 20, 2016
Aug 20, 2016 at 4:43 AM UTC
i dont smoke wen i *** i *** smoke.
i dont think out loud.. its too loud to think.
wen i destroy planet. i dont destroy planet.
i make space.
if my eyes are open and no one can see them..i must be in a restaurant with an all blind staff.
eating alone. after hours. recycling ***** recycling puke. singing to tiny people who live on my shoulder. in my car. driving tiny cars of their own. and i lay down with a brick on the gas so they can make an overpass on top of me. and there is a sunset in my car. and we all try to catch it. but that would **** us. or at least make our hands disappear. and no one can drive safe now. we're going to crash. drive off the overpass and into my mouth. or fly. and this is all happening in every tiny car. they are giant people. with tiny cars driving in their cars. whos cars... the worlds cars. cars for fleas. cars for ded birds. cars for ded people. we are all ded people. we are all worlds. we are planet. ded planet. exploding and harboring the tiny suns. making too much sound. so no one thinks. because ded dont think. they make space. i am space. a space with shape. inside space. talking to animals. and eating. and drinking love potions. and none of them werk. especially the animals. theyre disabled. they have no hands. and have suns for eyes. but all they see is planet. with a restaurant in it. where waiters are blind. spill your soda. walk into knives. get cleaned up by night crew. werk for nice things. spend time on things. until they are destitute. but things still stay. and change shape. and are fake food. for disabled animals. and they lose all their time. the fake food absorbs all the time. the last of their time makes them rot. and the thing is now ready. to trick someone. into eating fake food. things are real. they have lives now. they miss birthdays. they have birthdays. they have time. they lose time. time is walking. but time is not moving. planet is moving. space is still. space stops breathing. space gets fat. space dies. time is stopped. nowhere to go. turn inside out forever. loses its mind. doesnt have one now. doesnt kno its gone. doesnt kno its time. its not time. its the only thing. not a thing. everything. no friends. no family. no pigs. just inside and outside. no inside. no outside. turning inside out. forever. so no inside. outside. no space. no shape. filling up itself. constantly changing. but never different. and never die. we die. we are lucky. we are happy. happy poeple. very big and very small. emotional. stupid. too loud to think.
Dec 27, 2013
Dec 27, 2013 at 1:54 PM UTC
I've always been unsure of you,
never knowing whether
you're a psycopath or if you just
care too much about people
who don't deserve to be loved,
people like me, who
just take and take and take,
who abuse every one for their stupidity
and poeple like me who never love.
You've always been to clingy
asking how I am
too many times in the short span
of one day, if I could really be bothered
to count, I'd say you'd say hello
at least 10 times before midday.
And it's scary.
Don't get me wrong,
admiration is cute,
but it transforms into stalking
very, very quickly.
Jul 21, 2012
Jul 21, 2012 at 9:20 AM UTC
This isn't a poem. Its just me ranting about my shity life. For all of those who dont want to here someone rant about there shity life, there is no one forcing you to read this.
So i'll start by saying that I hate my life. I want to have fun all the time but I cant. I'm to busy helpin my dad. Now what kid doesn't want to help out his old man. Me thats what ****** kid. Jut because I jump up and do something doesnt mean that you can ask me for anything and I'll do it. that not how it works. I'm an adult now and I dont have to tae you'r **** But that's right I do have to take it. Why? because im a piece of **** and dont have anywhere else to go. So here I sleep on you couch and smoke **** and go to work. wake up and do it all over again. everyday. over and over. I hate this **** my life **** bad enough with Her and all my stupid depression **** that I cant help and that you dont understand. I dont see how you can't tell that your own child is dying. I need to be free or go insane. You've seen me snap plenty of times. I just don't know what to do anymore. I just want my old life back. I want Her back. I want it all back. I want mom back. and miss I want her back too. I want my tree house we built. The jeep we always drove everywhere. The big house with room to spare not some little appartment under the place we work. I can't handle this **** I'm ****** up I know but you dont have to tell me that. I know Im a piece of **** but whatever. I have some fuced up **** going on in my head and I don't know how to deal with it. If poeple knew what I thought I would be killed or something. arrested for sure maybe torcherd or some **** Anyways hope all you readers did'nt mind that to much. I think I'm just gunna call it quits on life. I'm to tired to put on the fake smile. later guys
Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 2:19 AM UTC
there is a numbed feeling
one of exclusivity
that suggests
a solitary reconnaissance
one of orientated purposes
where moods are reflectively animated
in individual focus
in order to infiltrate
a non sharing experience
but the feeling abruptly stops
it is a synchronized wound
it is the assassination
of the distant and complex
terminals of the human mind
i am irretrievably shocked
poeple live
but there are really no survivors
Apr 20, 2013
Apr 20, 2013 at 1:32 AM UTC
sad,
lonely,
miserable,
depressed,
I'm shattered into pieces
All I want to do is cry
I can't believe you,
of all poeple would do this to me
Didn't you know how much I loved you
It took all my strength to make it through one day
Being alone is only a temporary relief from the pain
I put on a "Happy Face" so people won't ask what's wrong
No matter where I go I still see you,
leading such a happy life
while i'm slowly dying inside
You turned my whole world up-side down
Nobody understands what i'm going through
Is the pain ever going to end?
Nov 27, 2010
Nov 27, 2010 at 9:11 AM UTC
I want you to have something to remember me by,
When photos fade and memories leave,
Not what poeple shaped me to be,
NO, me, just plain me,
The me that liked going to the movies with friends,
The me that talked to you when i couldn't talk to others,
The me that loved sharing secrets,
The me that saw life form a different perspective,
The me that cherished every day that came,
The me that loved writning poems,
And more importantly the me that you knew,
So I'm writning this for you,
So you'll have something to remember me by,
When photos fade and memories leave,
Don't forget that there will always be our friendship,
So if you need me you'll know I'll always be there evn when I'm not.
written by maegan cattermull
Sep 16, 2012
Sep 16, 2012 at 5:07 AM UTC
Glancing again, what happened?
Why did they die?
Have they seen us, the poeple?
For whom they fought bravely
Holding hope, the only weapon
The only inspiration, dragged out
Then go through every aspects
Slavery, prison, torture, death
Or more, living worse than death
You can see how it turned well?
And still ruining the whole respect
Hell, we brought the laws, divided
Race, cast, religion, gender, wealth
Can you think about anything else
Done with it, where they left, we start
Jan 12, 2017
Jan 12, 2017 at 9:44 AM UTC
A bitter taste i have as the flavor of your lips is gone,
alone and cold i feel as the warmth of your hug
is nowhere to be found, but knowing of your
great exertion i gain strength and i admire you!
You are trying for a good cause and there is nothing else
i'd like to see. You lead my path through the darkness
and i'll make my effort to whatever ends.
I can see now why our hearts beat in this eternal struggle,
for each piece taken from the board another is placed upon it.
Back and forth we go, across the world, across the ages.
Some days my struggle feels like an impossible task
but i can not be consumed with doubt. There are other
poeple i love too and at some point they might need me more
than ever. So i will make an effort and overcome the burden
of my heart but don't worry i promise you.
I promise you i'll be there for you as to any person i call family.
I'll be there for your love can never be retaliated!
Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 12:46 PM UTC
Trapped up in this house of lies
covered ever so discreetly in its loving disguise
looking through the open door
begging, wishing, wanting more
each and every day passes me by
the seconds, minutes, and hours on the hands of time
watching as we all fade away
in the glooming encompass of everfading gray
windows closing
poeple imposing
trusting every enemy that fills your head
dancing the nights away with the living dead
tweak out
freak out
sleep out
melting your brain inside
praying for the rain of tears, but all thats left is dry
running through these shrinking hallways
trying to remember better days
force on a smile, so your friends won't see
what's eating you alive? The real me.
digging your own hole
picking apart your frail soul
pounding the nails into your own Cozy coffin
smothering memories of when you thought you were something
the wind blows
the doors close
your fire ignites inside
your laughing at the thought of being buried alive
the house is overtaken by flames
you start to forget your purpose, your life, your name.
the foundation you called your own disappears
your mind is flushed. your head is cleared.
you look over the horizon see a new beginning ahead
forget the past there's something new to be had
layer by layer
brick by brick
you rebuild your ways
after all, tomorrow is always a new day.
Jan 25, 2012
Jan 25, 2012 at 10:41 AM UTC
I was walking down the beach today in hope to collect a few beach curiosities.
only just a slice of the most exquisite shell I have ever seen was sticking out of the sand, so I did what was expected, I dusted away the sand in the expectation of uncovering something completely spectacular.
it didn't fulfil my expectations, as all it was, was a slice of what once was a complete, unbroken shell, so I threw it back on the sand.
my mind pounding with thoughts, I soon realised that was wrong of me.
who am I to pick up something that was expected to be perfect and whole and then just throw it back to find out that it's broken and only one piece of it is still whole.
It then hit me that this is what too many people do to each other,
they look at someone and expect everything to be perfect, but then they start dusting away the sand that covers them and then they realise that this person is broken and so they just throw them away to break more.
Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 3:51 PM UTC
Hearts break by slight touch of pain,
crys are stopped by love thats gained.
"no more hurt",he says shouting with surrender,
It feels like my heart is inside of a blender.
Can it be stopped with one push of a button?
Why is there poeple watching without saying nothing.
Could it be that im all alone in a world filled with hate,
just stop it already im ready to die where i stay.
Then came a light far so bright,
everything is gone even the quietest of night.
What happened to all the pain who could've stopped it?
Out in the distance a voice so pure said,"I just pulled the plug out of the socket".
Show yourself and let me thank you with so many kisses!
Could it be that they call you The Fairy Princess!
Let me take your hand at lease to feel that you are real.
A kiss on the hand filled my soul down with chills.
I can feel your warmth, soft hands on my shredded heart.
Please rescue me from a world that hearts always fall apart.
Hold me and don't never let go,
and take me with you to a place where its purer than gold.
Be with me to make me feel whole again,
Because loving you and being with you was my plan.
Jun 17, 2010
Jun 17, 2010 at 3:23 AM UTC
is there hope between a stone
like the figurative speech of abstracton
those fragile metophers of life
an essesnce of fleeting moments of existence
like some iconic inventory of bourgious values
that reinscribe themselves
on the inside of your eyeballs
so when you close them
they become a cultural outpost
here where inventory shades into affermation
where poeple come, clamour
to claim it as thier own
where a thousand seductions become one illusion
your eyes closed peer
into and enchanted looking glass of stone
where brooding darkness
offers beauty and hope
but rules here are different
language, customs, values
are not what they seem
for if you look back
it is a piller of salt
who will turn into you
for this is a place of images
images built upon images
constructed upon layers
and layers of so much paint
and you ask yourself ( without much instistence)
is there hope between a stone
and in this brief moment of asking
you give a life time
May 31, 2013
May 31, 2013 at 6:30 PM UTC
I don't hate my life,
just the person living it.
I don't like the pain,
but the sight of my own blood is bliss.
I don't want to die,
just to turn my mind off.
I don't want to cry,
so I smile for the poeple I love.
I don't like what I see in the mirror,
but the hurt reflecting in my eyes holds a sort of beauty.
I don't want to hurt myself,
and I know the only one hurting me is
Me.
Dec 11, 2011
Dec 11, 2011 at 8:46 PM UTC
We don't know how long
We have on earth
We all will die
We all will die
So make your life a good
Memory and touch as many
Life's has you can so when
you do die poeple will remember
You for your kindness and how
you lived your life
We all will die
I know when I die people
will remember me for my
kindness and funny personality
That my funeral there will be more
Laughter then tears because all
my family and friends will laugh because
they will remember the funny stuff I did
They will also remember how kind and care
I was to others and they be sad
because they miss me
© Amanda Kay Hill
12/20/16
Jan 11, 2017
Jan 11, 2017 at 1:56 AM UTC
Outside the house
it's raining
it seems that the rain is angry
no matter how much we try to stop it
it still is raining
the river, seas , lakes and ocean are increasing
here comes the flood.
the poeple are going from their houses
to save their lives
and believe in me
this rain is a acid rain
the rain is coming with lighting
QUICK EVACUATE !
CAUSE
NOW ,IT'S FLOODING AND WE ARE ALL LEAVING OUR HOMES !
By: menu vianga Dias
Dec 4, 2012
Dec 4, 2012 at 8:49 AM UTC
Wanna know the weirdest part about me? I can barely make the muscles on my face move enough to create a smile, when all I really wanna do is take too many sleeping pills and drown in drowsiness while the world around grows black and silent.
But yet I somehow find a way to force myself onward to help pick up those who have fallen when I don't even know where I stand with myself. Hello, meet me, the biggest hypocrite alive.
For example, one day at school on my way to 6th period biology, I was having a day alot like today -horrible- and when I got to the top of the steps I saw that one of my classmates, Rhiannon, had fallen and her stuff was scattered. Everyone just walked around her like she wasn't there, except for these cute upperclassman boys who were staring at her with amused smirks on their faces. I didn't find them very cute after that. Rhiannon was always very shy and was never quite popular, some poeple even called her hippo because of her size. But what people probably don't know about her is that girl has one of the biggest hearts and biggest brains I have ever seen.
So I helped her up and grabbed her bag and gave the upperclassman boys the meanest look I could conjer up and made small talk with her on the way to class like nothing had happened so she wouldn't feel awkward or the need to say thanks.
People like those in the hall that day are the reason I have given up on people and society. They leave people like me to feel even more drained than I already do because I have to help those that they have victimized along the way. Why are they so high and mighty that they can run over who ever the hell they please?
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 1:16 AM UTC
In first grade, I learned the turth. And to make it worse I had no friends to share it with because a secret because a secret is not for 1 and not for 3 it only is for 2.
In second grade, I meet ME a girl like me. I think that life could not better but then...
In third grade, I learn that life is not for fun for poeple like me, and ME...
In forth grade, I learn to love my life to its fullest...
In fifth grade, life is as great as it can be for poeple like me and ME...
SO I LIVE LIFE TO ITS FULLEST !!!!!!!
Sep 21, 2010
Sep 21, 2010 at 1:54 PM UTC
The city is a wonderful place,
its only the poeple in them that make them bad,
or to some scary,
but if you live there,
you realize its just one big story,
that never ends,
never boreing,
always exciting,
i walk the streets at night,
taking in everyone,
and everything,
i see homeless on the street,
on benches,
in doorways,
trying to sleep and stay safe,
couples walking just enjoying being together,
the city is a beautiful place,
the lights and the buildings,
i could just stare at them for hours,
everytime you walk by someplace,
you find something new and different about it,
thats whats so great about the city,
theres always something to look at,
and stuff to do..
The city is a great place,
only the people make them bad.
Jan 26, 2012
Jan 26, 2012 at 4:37 PM UTC