"worh" poems
Do we have any idea?
Have we even got a clue?
Can it be that we don't give a ****
what others are going through.
Are we so wrapped up in selfish mode?
So devoted to our own.
That we should sit back and watch
as others are gnawed down to the bone.
Should it be that our own offspring
if they were cast away so far?
Would we worry about that pipeline
bringing fuel to run our car?
Or would we stand aloft in horror
as they were thrown unto the ground?
Or for fuel thats cheap and plentiful,
is it ok to make no sound?
We hear about disasters.
Tsunami strikes upon Japan.
Earthquakes raging out in Haiti
Watch death befall our fellow man.
Throw donations in a bucket
at the supermarket doors,
then forget because of shopping.
but we have paid towards their cause.
Could you ever even fathom?
Your children crying as they play,
not for Barbies or Play-stations
but for the pain to go away.
Never asking for the latest
made by Hamleys or Mattel
rather just an handfull of food
to help beat the starvation battle.
Wash it down with poison water
from a river filled with ****
or collect in rusty tin cans
from a worn and stagnant pit.
If this was the plight of our children
things would surely be said.
We would try to move a mountain
rather than our young be dead.
Could you ever really imagine?
Could you ever really get,
that a million hits on You-Tube
turn endangered species into pets?
What if someone could ask on face-book
about your daughter or your son,
saying"It looks so cute and cuddly,
"go on e-bay and buy me one."
If only we could all be happy,
not feel a need to own the place.
If we could learn to be contented
by a childs smiling face.
Treat the world with awe and wonder.
Treat its creatures with respect.
Treat each other in this same way.
Treat nobody with neglect.
Then perhaps we may push together,
make our Governments do right.
Let's lead the World with people power,
no more starvation or blight.
Let's be less materialistic
let us have a life of worh
Not by owning all we see,
rather sharing this our earth.
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 10:51 AM UTC
Let Me Be A Child
by Mirriam Mk Salati
shartterd-self-worh with blows and knocks
a "good" child keeps quite never talks
let me know when i make you proud
help me to have pride in my own accomplishments
and let me earn your trust
\trust me and i wont let you down
let me try my wings,sour through the sky
touching every cloud
if i fail let me know its ok then encourage me to try again
let me know that you love me with a pat or a hug on the back
let me tell you when iam sad and blue
let me tell you when iam angry even at you.
let me know that even on my worst days...
your love is unending always
let me dream......
share with you when my dreams come true
share my tears when they dont.
and pretend that everything is alright..and then encourage me to try again
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 4:01 AM UTC
Our love is like a bull in a china shop.
Where your words are the bull
And my heart is the china.
You tell me
*"I love you"
"Youre worh waiting for"*
the words "I love you"
Isnt enough anymore
Every letter every syllable
Sears into my heart
Cracking it like glass
I need you here with me
I need to feel your touch
To remember what its like
Before my shattering heart explodes
I think i finally understand that song
The one where she sing
"Killing me softly .. With his words"
I wont give up, I never will.
I'd rather die inside
Then let you go.
Im just terrified
Thats just whats going to happen.
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 7:49 PM UTC
Away From Them
I like to get away to the hills and mountains
For there I feel free and have no worries
There is no stress or crazy demands up there
Only localised dangers like getting lost or falling
These can be planned for and precautions taken
Unlike the bitter backstabing people in the cities
Not to mention the overpaid lazy bosses busting our *****
When out among nature I am part of it and belong
Not trapped in a concrete townscape and choking traffic fumes
I look up at the blue sky and marvel at the views
Miles and miles of nothing but greenery there before me
The pain of aching legs and sore feet is worh this
Being at the top of an 800 metre mountain
For a few hours of timeless freedom and smiles
This little moment is priceless...
Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 6:06 PM UTC