"yourselfs" poems
The size of Allah,
Is more than my little mind can handle, it makes me stay in awe
We are but none existent if you would compare
Just remember, my children, to fulfill your prayer
His mercy if far bigger than his wrath
He wants us to stick to his path
The path which he has picked for us,
So do not follow the devil, for he only means us harm
My children,educate yourselfs and think of God, he keeps us warm
Think about all blessings you have recieved
Even the ones you wouldn't have believed in
For your own sake, please don't commit sin
It is far better to be righteous and pure
Righteous deeds are for a sick heart some kind of cure
Indeed, he is the one who created the heaven with might
And he is the one who constantly expands it. Has this switched a light ?
This is just one of many signs you can find
Now rest, it is already night...
Let us sleep, then tomorrow do what's right
~ Umi
Jan 13, 2018
Jan 13, 2018 at 2:00 PM UTC
Soap.
Today I bathed in black water,
Rinsed with the sewage we call society, and dried off in governmental regulations.
You call yourselfs clean based on the record of your criminality and the color of your skin?
You use a plastic kind of soap the produces no clean but like a camera it captures and preserves what's inside.
So you can play bath time with your bubbles, pretending you own yourselves for a night, but after your bath comes bed time. You will wake up tomorrow and find your still owned by the government and, your soap was just plastic.
So you need to bathe again.
Don't forger to lather, rinse, and repeat.
Chris burk
Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 1:14 AM UTC
A mind without a soul or body is a bold step for mankind,
a heart without a beat is neat untill you cant see nor feel your feet,
Im a nuisance who writes and types senseless lyrics to confuse the spirts also I never feel regrets unless there about my countless debts,
Never mind im out of time, not alot of words in this world that can rhyme, I hope you can see what I saw when I wrote this poem because your probably pondering to yourselfs I think I know him.
Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 4:34 PM UTC
The tattered focused lens
So bad at point of view
The rain falls off the glass
And into the street
The camera's lens is false
A figment of a humans viewpoint
It is a humans opinion
The minds foreign thoughts
It plans on basing
Everything it see's
By looks alone
It goes no deeper than the surface
A photo of a smiling family
But maybe on the inside of things
Murderers and theives
Who live in paranoia of getting caught
A picture of a girl
Playing with some other girls
Maybe that girl lost her mother to cancer
And her dad is never home because he always working
How many times have we all
Took a glimpse of someone
And thought we knew who they were?
What they were like? What kind of family they grew up with?
It's sad to say we do
Judging books by their cover
Or judging people by their color
Without thinking much about it
A captured image
Portrayed in black and white
Discrimination, colors, races
Who have we become?
Or people just like us
And we don't take the time to listen
Are our problems more important
Than those that were of a little girl who killed herself because other people made fun of who she was?
And most of us would say "I am a good person"
Just look at yourselfs!
A bunch of mindless talkers
Who don't know they've helped **** innocent people
This problem is not beyond the realm of possibility of fixing
unlike those of fixing the ozone layer or helping rebuild the polar ice caps,
This is fixable, do-able,
So lets fix it...
We're all one people in the same world if you think about it that long,
This is what the world POV should be...
Jun 12, 2018
Jun 12, 2018 at 8:56 AM UTC