"weaponising" poems - Hello Poetry

I am a result Of not two people I am a result of advertisements Of politicians Of company's Of ideas drilled into my head, by constant repotion and threats from authority figures I am a result of headlines that scream the words **** death, racesim and terror. I am a result of built up hopes. The countless movies that show us heros that conqure the impossible, while slowly walking away form an explosion. The comic books that boldly display abilitys we then dream of. Expectations we are forced to have that someday we will save the world. I am the result of reality hitting you full on like a world saving superman punch, I am the result of relizing, that there is a 99.9999999999% chance I am not the "chosen one" I am the result of an enviroment where I have to hold my breath to not let the toxins in The overdose headlines The children I see inhaling away there future and when I walk by blowing it in my face I am the result of an overdose that ripped away my uncle A world filled with misery and we find this the best way to "cure" it. I am a result filled with images of diffrent family's breaking apart, leaving broken children behind. A result witnessing the hurt, homeless and heartless walk on the same ground but don't awknoladge it The veterans thrown to the streets The gay pride rainbows coverd in the dark clouds of pregiduce this world is shadowed by The sour taste of racesim lingering on individual tongues trying to break through a wall of common sense The weaponising of wonderful wise wishful young children around the world to creat a fearful, fierce, fiery killing machine I am a result of this world, the mistakes we all make, the suffering we all take, the lives these mistakes put at stake, these wounds that ache, the cusses that spin in children's head thanks to drake, these politicians people see as lying snakes, this earth that quakes, that brings us awake I am a result, in a world of results Of hope that one day we can push these fears away I am a result of an army of dreamers A horde of lovers And a croud of carers I am a result of two people who tried hard enough to make a difference They are my sheild and my sword equipping me to fight this poisend world We are what's left we are the dreamers the workers and the lovers and once were done fighting away the hurt, evil,terror and pain, We can look out on this world and call it Our result

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Mar 11, 2014

Mar 11, 2014 at 8:52 PM UTC

linus-rueegger

Result

I am a result Of not two people I am a result of advertisements Of politicians Of company's Of ideas drilled into my head, by constant repotion and threats from authority figures I am a result of headlines that scream the words **** death, racesim and terror. I am a result of built up hopes. The countless movies that show us heros that conqure the impossible, while slowly walking away form an explosion. The comic books that boldly display abilitys we then dream of. Expectations we are forced to have that someday we will save the world. I am the result of reality hitting you full on like a world saving superman punch, I am the result of relizing, that there is a 99.9999999999% chance I am not the "chosen one" I am the result of an enviroment where I have to hold my breath to not let the toxins in The overdose headlines The children I see inhaling away there future and when I walk by blowing it in my face I am the result of an overdose that ripped away my uncle A world filled with misery and we find this the best way to "cure" it. I am a result filled with images of diffrent family's breaking apart, leaving broken children behind. A result witnessing the hurt, homeless and heartless walk on the same ground but don't awknoladge it The veterans thrown to the streets The gay pride rainbows coverd in the dark clouds of pregiduce this world is shadowed by The sour taste of racesim lingering on individual tongues trying to break through a wall of common sense The weaponising of wonderful wise wishful young children around the world to creat a fearful, fierce, fiery killing machine I am a result of this world, the mistakes we all make, the suffering we all take, the lives these mistakes put at stake, these wounds that ache, the cusses that spin in children's head thanks to drake, these politicians people see as lying snakes, this earth that quakes, that brings us awake I am a result, in a world of results Of hope that one day we can push these fears away I am a result of an army of dreamers A horde of lovers And a croud of carers I am a result of two people who tried hard enough to make a difference They are my sheild and my sword equipping me to fight this poisend world We are what's left we are the dreamers the workers and the lovers and once were done fighting away the hurt, evil,terror and pain, We can look out on this world and call it Our result

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A victim of selective segregation A society of articulated differential synopsis Weaponising religiosity with extreme hypocrisy Aided by the water drinking ****** perfectionist Who bath their illusion with institutionalised pride They force the common man,to trade his superiority for their overpriced inferiority Until they were embedded in a caste of self pitying and planned rejection Just like a self updated software.. They were condemned by the same society,in which they worked so hard to satisfy They only had a scratch,but the hatred drive it to a wound They became rotten,spoilt to the outside world They were tagged unhealthy not acceptable in any form for human consumption Discarded and thrown away and left to rotten to death They were filled with hatred ,frustrated,and ***** by love Like a condemn prisoner who found himself in siberia for a minor case They were locked up in a depression gown So death became the only way,the only liberation from the eternal suffering The deluded hypocritical society celebrated that with a visible stunt And the cycle continues AYANFE suicide is never a solution,just a passage to eternal suffering

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Mar 20, 2017

Mar 20, 2017 at 7:40 PM UTC

salaudeen-hammed-oladimeji

A WASTED LIFE

A victim of selective segregation A society of articulated differential synopsis Weaponising religiosity with extreme hypocrisy Aided by the water drinking ****** perfectionist Who bath their illusion with institutionalised pride They force the common man,to trade his superiority for their overpriced inferiority Until they were embedded in a caste of self pitying and planned rejection Just like a self updated software.. They were condemned by the same society,in which they worked so hard to satisfy They only had a scratch,but the hatred drive it to a wound They became rotten,spoilt to the outside world They were tagged unhealthy not acceptable in any form for human consumption Discarded and thrown away and left to rotten to death They were filled with hatred ,frustrated,and ***** by love Like a condemn prisoner who found himself in siberia for a minor case They were locked up in a depression gown So death became the only way,the only liberation from the eternal suffering The deluded hypocritical society celebrated that with a visible stunt And the cycle continues AYANFE suicide is never a solution,just a passage to eternal suffering

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That savoury love, That familiar comfort, a home cooked meal. The reliable morning texts and midday calls My warm, rounded, sleepy belly. That sweet love, That longed for joyful treat, my childlike excitement The tender kiss on my forehead My wonderment, my gentle hope for more That sour love, That acrid seizure, my face contorted in shock The lingering invisible betrayal My confused tastebuds, their longing for dissipation That bitter love, Those biting words, our requited animosity The weaponising of our failings My aggrieved mouth and her repugnant venom. That hot love, The picnic of your mouth by the ocean The heated liminality before each kiss Our frenetic and impermanent fire.

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Nov 9, 2024

Nov 9, 2024 at 2:54 AM UTC

Xiola_Blue

Fever Pitch Wine

That savoury love, That familiar comfort, a home cooked meal. The reliable morning texts and midday calls My warm, rounded, sleepy belly. That sweet love, That longed for joyful treat, my childlike excitement The tender kiss on my forehead My wonderment, my gentle hope for more That sour love, That acrid seizure, my face contorted in shock The lingering invisible betrayal My confused tastebuds, their longing for dissipation That bitter love, Those biting words, our requited animosity The weaponising of our failings My aggrieved mouth and her repugnant venom. That hot love, The picnic of your mouth by the ocean The heated liminality before each kiss Our frenetic and impermanent fire.

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