Have a nap
And a snack
Before you attack
someone undeserving
By overreacting.
When anger fills your veins
let your blood boil
But speak kindly.
I gave you room
for more than one feeling at one time;
but only one tongue,
so speak to my children with love.
Each word spoken
Doubles in sound
And what you give to this world
Will come back around.
Glove your hands.
Cushion your grasp on the world.
I made your palms strong;
More than enough
To build up life,
Though it's by choice
when you tear another's down.
Don't clown around
and waste your life
Denying Time.
There's no excuse.
Even I am not as old as she,
And she is stubborn
And unyielding,
So walk steadily,
And stand tall.
Be proud of yourself.
Stay grounded in what you know-but Always remember:
I know all.
You know some; some others know more, And some know none,
Yet no one is dumb,
Just unsure.
For those who have no conviction
Or strength to fight
I gave you feet like the tree roots,
Dig your toes in the sand and tower over Anyone who chooses to be
The first flame in a fight of fires.
Be my burning bush for hope and change, Boiling blood exists for a reason,
There is a time and place
For everything that you are,
And everything around you.
Travel far
And feed the hungry
Under the blue skies I reside in.
Shade and shelter your kin,
Yes! Your brothers and sisters.
Even if you don't know them..
Especially if you don't know them!
Then get to know them!
They are your family!
And i command loud ringing
Voices of comraderie,
Echoing happily off
Homes you built
Both outside and in.
Your temple
That houses me within you
Is coming along splendidly,
Child!
You've grown into a fine reminder
Of where you've been and who i am.
Keep going,
And do everything you can.
Like storm at sea
Rowing over waves,
Keep faith and,
Also remind yourself that
You're worthy of the efforts you give others,
So another's love
Had better
Match your own.
If i answer "No" don't fight it.
I know it stings.
Oh yeah, protect the bees, they're important down the line.
I hope you like flowers,
And rivers,
The fruits of my labor are for you,
And yours should be for your children too.
Teach them well,
And after a blink or two in time,
You'll see them like i see you,
Nearly divine!
You'll feel proud to know this world ive gifted you is safe for another day.
So rest your feet;
It's time to come and stay with me.
Let's watch the world you helped create,
And Rest easily.

I might not be FBI
But I do know and see
Evil when the zit pops up
As I see the same zit of evil
I see a constellation of behaviour
That is unique to the person
But I have seen to much evil in
My life
You can not fool me
You can not call me heartless
If I smell the stink of evil

The  idea of  selling
Friendship
But true friendship
Could not be sold or
Bought
It is like the air

You doing now what
Freedom is until
You flee a war torn country
You will never no the need to
Eat unless you’ve been in famine
You don’t know what’s
Sick
Unless you’ve been in see the human soul
And what is pure good too

tell me how a love, so fierce and unbreakable
that it can withstand even the blade of Excalibur,
crumbles into dust in an instant?
because my father once loved my mother
with such fervor;
he inked his skin with her nicknames
and the beauty she wore.
he vowed forever to give all of him to her
and never dare lay a hand on her.
but the timeworn plot
finally became twisted
when he began pouring all his violent outbursts
onto her while she was bearing his children,
breaking every limb and bone in her body
until she begged him for mercy
to bring back the man,
who pleaded with her many times
to set down the same blade in her hand
that she found on her mother's deathbed,
then the time when i was still in her womb,
and the last time she placed the blade
around my throat.

every now and then that i think of my mere existence,
i ask myself what might have happened in the house
where my mother had been raised.
was it lively and loud,
or was it filled with deafening silence?
i also contemplate upon the source of the poison
running in my father's bloodstream.
where could it have come from?
was it from his own father,
or did it come from the blood on his very own hands?
because they turned him into a demon,
of which i became the victim of his wicked, manipulative schemes;
and they left my mother powerless against him,
forcing her to live such life
built on a twisted kind of love.

@boonthemoonluv

I get anguish
Distress
Is this perfect
I mean...

Looking through other poems
So accurate !
Elements well organised
Oh ! this has to be a human born in Pluto
Re- checking mine
Re- erasing myriad
Till it doesn't make sense

Checking the other poems
Beyond compare
At the bottom credits to AI
Yelling_ noooo ???

I against machines
Supreme as they are called

To the last day
Shall compete
Never ending reality

You probable hear a lot of this
F word from Hank hill
But that f word is freedom
That word happened today
When
A sad Assad regime
Tooled for the last time
Let’s pray for more friend
And joy and peace this winter season