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Poem Details | by Jacob Reinhardt |
Categories: abuse, age, art, business, career, change, class, color, computer, conflict, death, depression, devotion, flower, green, happiness, introspection, irony, jobs, language, loneliness, lonely, longing, metaphor, nature, pain, philosophy, political, poverty, self, simile, slavery, social, society, spiritual, stress, technology, time, today, together, truth, urban, visionary, wisdom, work, world,

The Color Missing

The Color Missing
Red, black, and blue are the colors of our work pens. Red is the color of the blood we spill on other people’s mistakes.  Blue is the color of the songs we sing on tax forms or pay stubs- every page has a secret melody. Black is the color of the streets we fear most. Black is the color of our signature of approval. Black is the color of our death.

‘But what about the Green pens?’ I ask. They say ‘the ink is too hard to see.’



Poem Details | by Allison Carver |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, body, death, society,

Beauty

	They say beauty is on the inside
	But even the Nobelist of people
	have wicked secrets.
	So who really is beautiful?
	No one.
	Beauty is a man made idea
	So society can value one person
	above the other.
	Since there is no real beauty
	There's no ugliness either.
	Just pretentious people,
	Spending their entire lives trying
	to prove their better then everybody else.
	We all do it.
	We are human after all.
	We try so hard to be different
	But we all end the same way
	Dead.

Poem Details | by Lyn Church |
Categories: america, anger, bullying, death, life, philosophy, political,

Grave Society

Society's dead
Digression came with costs
We are digging graves

M. Lyn Church 
August 2, 2013

Poem Details | by Christine Tansy |
Categories: abuse, addiction, corruption, death of a friend, environment, inspirational, society,

Death By Meth

The cause of his death 
Because he chose to do meth 
He started out with a line 
But it was no longer fine 
He started to smoke in a glass bowl 
He knows hes loosing his soul 
Feeling not one emotion
With the impulse of another notion
He desires to put it on a spoon 
Cooking it not to quick but not to soon 
He places it into the needle sticks it in him arm 
Starting to cause major bodily harm 
Instantly hes enjoying his high 
But doesnt even get to say goodbye 
Death decides its his time to go 
Just a thought...
But maybe he should have said 
no??


Poem Details | by Blake Holland |
Categories: anger, art, death, depression, feelings, freedom, god, grief, hip hop, how i feel, imagery, imagination, innocence, inspirational, jealousy, music, pain, passion, philosophy, poets, rap, religious, society, sorrow, spiritual, truth, wisdom, world,

God Save This World

Part 1: Save Us

The whole world went to pot
when, 2pac was shot
on the spot.

Why do Innocent people have to die?
Why do we have to sit and watch, as mothers cry?

People forgive the unforgiven.
Why do people have spend the rest of they're lives in prison?

Part 2: Save Me

I act like a dick 
in public.

I'm not crazy,
god just needs to save me.

I guess I'm in the zone.
That's why I'm sitting here alone.







Dedicated To Tupac Shakur.
1971-1996
R.I.P.

Poem Details | by Blake Holland |
Categories: addiction, adventure, allusion, anger, art, child, childhood, children, community, corruption, crazy, dark, death, deep, depression, desire, evil, fantasy, fear, freedom, future, gothic, grave, grief, imagination, lust, murder, pain, pollution, poverty, power, sad love, science, society, spiritual, spoken word, visionary,

The Future Starts Here

The innocence is transfusing
and overturning 
the goat skin drums
children of the mills,
children of the junkyard,
alone, 
and savaging
and we keep filling them with
mercury, nitrate, espestice, baby bombs
blasted out of their shaved heads
scared,
and foraging

Poem Details | by Jasmine K |
Categories: class, death, hindi, political, poverty, power, society,

Worthless Pawns

The faded shacks stretch 'neath the stained grey sky,
As stagnant urine and disease creep in.
Hunched at the pyramid's tight base we lie;
Looked down upon by our superiors.

In this poor life we’ve been condemned to die;
Forever stuck in our unwanted caste!
Our tummies are filled with what can’t be sold,
Our hopes and dreams just playful fantasies.

Drained from its soothing warmth, the Earth feels cold.
Where, I ask you are the democracies
That stop worthless things like me getting sold?
We’re all just pawns, broken by society.

Unlike the wealthy, we’re easy to find;
We are the untouchables of mankind.


4/3/2015

Poem Details | by ... Gigno |
Categories: conflict, death, military, political, society, violence,

Cold World

If you thought the war was cold before,
take the temperature of Putin
Worry about a country that is your own,
do not invade what is Ukraine
No blame is dealt on citizens of either
but on poor leadership within

Poem Details | by Katie Christian |
Categories: addiction, bullying, death, deep, depression, society, suicide,

Suicide Girl

Cut your wrists,
And hope to die.
I think it's time to say goodbye.
Just close your eyes and go to sleep,
Before they can hear you weep.
Your heart was beating,
Now its not.
Covered in blood, 
You were gone.
You made the pain go away,
And ended your life that rainy day.
Your eyes were glassy and misted,
Your body unmoving and listless.
You left us without a doubt.
They pushed you over the ledge,
And you killed yourself with the razors sharp edge.
"No one cares" you thought
"Not even if I'm dead."
You were right,
They don't miss you.
Just another life down the drain,
No one would ever know your pain.

Poem Details | by Denise Hopkins |
Categories: abuse, age, anger, betrayal, bible, blessing, child, child abuse, childhood, dark, emotions, evil, faith, fear, feelings, for her, freedom, future, girl, growing up, hope, how i feel, innocence, inspiration, me, meaningful, memory, pain, power, religious, sad, scary, society, sorrow, strength, sympathy,

A child's plea


Dirty rotten scum to take the life of an innocent one torn away from my childhood but not yet thrown into adulthood you've given me a life of pain certain to only knowing, that never again, will the days be the same but I have found my new freedom here, within these mighty walls known as Gods kingdom

Poem Details | by Chad Gordon |
Categories: abuse, addiction, corruption, death, emo, feelings, girl, grave, life, loneliness, longing, lost, sad, self, sick, society, sorrow,

SELF-LOATHING

Step after step I move forward.
Into the abyss, 	
Into the pit
Black, thick, silent,
The pool is filled
 Yet the tar is so bleak and empty.
Fully submerged there is nothing, 
Nothing but me
Nothing to smell hear or see
So I focus on me
My weaknesses
My faults
My mistakes
I feel all the pain as the air leaves my lungs
As the pressure of all that I’ve done bears down upon my chest and back.
Bones bend and muscles contract.
That last bit of air
 Right before sweet eternal sleep
 Escapes into the darkness
And for that moment the pain stops and the pressure fades…
I am cold.
I am lost.
Floating back to the top…
I inhale 
And life is restored…until next time.

Poem Details | by Miche Ulman |
Categories: abuse, addiction, anger, betrayal, body, bullying, childhood, cry, dad, dark, death, depression, eulogy, evil, family, farewell, father, fear, feelings, grave, grief, growing up, hate, heartbroken, horror, house, jealousy, loneliness, loss, lost, me, murder, mystery, night, pain, parents, sad, sin, smile, society, sorrow, stress, suicide,

Family Matters

In the attic, above wooden floor,
through the hallway of psychotic, locks upon my door,
near the broken window and glass of the sore,
hiding in the shadows,
bloodstains on the wall.

 Number nine,
house at the end of the street,
where lights are low,
where silent never sleep.

Poem Details | by Juli- Michelle |
Categories: absence, corruption, dark, grief, horror, lonely, sin, sleep, society,

Hit and Run

A hit and run
A masquerade
It's just my lot now to be played.
A little daft
A bit too large
Never one to just take charge.
Way too kind
And silent too
Perfectly convenient for passing through
Go ahead
Try it out
This girl feels pain but she won't shout
Hit and run
Have some fun
Don't look behind you when you're done.

Poem Details | by Dominique Jon Apple Webb |
Categories: child abuse, children, grave, growing up, parents, religion, society,

Emotional Abuse

If you draw your child away from normal play, activities and behaviour 
By forcing them to lie about their true desires, 
Then where’s the love? 

Poem Details | by Amy Rose |
Categories: beauty, conflict, courage, depression, education, faith, feelings, forgiveness, freedom, grief, growing up, happiness, happy, health, inspiration, inspirational, introspection, journey, joy, loneliness, lonely, longing, loss, peace, poems, power, psychological, society, strength, stress, teen, teenage, trust, uplifting, woman, women, world,

Freedom in Love

Keeping my head up, treading water
Cut throat surviving, struggling
Going under, death visits
Will to live, tested!
Selfishness Vs Selflessness
A Greater Love, encompasses me
God demonstrating mercy, for his children
Learning about forgiveness, cultivating, inner faith
Melody of Love, one can experience
In the darkest, waking hours, of everyday living
Self survival, learning how to live
Peace of Mind, Peace of Heart
Peaceful Spirit, Freedom in Love

Poem Details | by Suyash Saxena |
Categories: absence, adventure, age, analogy, childhood, courage, creation, cry, dark, death, death of a friend, dedication, desire, dream, eulogy, identity, imagination, innocence, inspirational, leaving, life, loneliness, lonely, longing, loss, lost, memory, missing you, mountains, moving on, muse, mystery, nostalgia, sad, society, song, spring, winter, wisdom, words, write, youth,

Last Sonnet



Hither I stand, at crossroads,
And then I gaze, at the yonder end-
The vague horizon from where I began;
And all that I may ever deem
Is that- my days
Have been a waken dream.

Hither I stand, at the edge of my dream;
Then I wonder, at the depth of my trance-
An adventurous journey through the wondrous woods;
An idyllic stroll through the vicissitudinous meadow;
And from the final station as I depart,
All that I can ever say, is that
Perpetuation has been a rouge
Of fleeting phases of my life.


Suyash Saxena 
St. Stephen’s College.

Poem Details | by Goode Guy |
Categories: death, introspection, society,

patterned

a freedom-fighter with a gun
a Jihadist with a gun
a lone-wolf with a gun
a redneck with a gun
a survivalist with a gun
a good-guy with a gun
a bad-guy with a gun
a hate-monger with a gun
a vengeance with a gun
a first-person-shooter
vigilantes and vigils 
a patterned proximity

© GoodGuySoul 2015-02-12

Poem Details | by Tom Quigley |
Categories: death, god, political, society,

Enough With the Musicians Dying Already

Oh dear Lord, didn’t you hear what we’re wishin’?
Please stop taking home all the musicians.
Don't want to wish anyone dead,
But if you must, instead,
Please get to work on the politicians.

4/22/16

Poem Details | by Line Gauthier |
Categories: culture, death, fear, scary, society, spoken word, stress,

WHY NOT



What’s wrong with our culture
That we’re so deathly afraid
To talk about death and dying

It’s a process we will all go through
In one way or another
Yet hush hush it’s taboo
 
Don’t want to talk about it
Don’t want to hear about it 
We’re so tense and uptight

Keeping our thoughts private at all cost
Can’t expect any tête-à-tête discussion
Because people say the oddest things

As the process of our life slips away
What a relief it would be
To share and discuss openly



Posted on October 10, 2018

Poem Details | by Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu |
Categories: angel, celebration, celebrity, courage, dedication, emotions, eulogy, happiness, hope, how i feel, inspiration, inspirational, joy, political, recovery from, smile, social, society, thanksgiving, tribute,

Paragon Of Excellence

Here stands a fair beauty 
Queen with poise and 
Dignity.
The daughter of an 
Erudite,an erudite herself
One of the three central 
Spoke-persons in the 
Assembly of law-givers.
The defender of the 
Helpless,mother of the 
Motherless. As fearless as 
A lion,who dared the 
Gunners in power,time 
Had she spent in jail, 
Thrown in by the most 
Powerful.
One thought she would 
Cower down,yet more 
Resolute she became.
For stonewalls do not 
Make a prison make.
She still the people's 
Mouthpiece.
Champion of war on 
Gender in-equality,a 
Visionary leader,hope is 
Rekindled-hearts rejoice, 
Tears of joy pour freely as 
She mounts the podium 
Of power.

Poem Details | by Earl Schumacker |
Categories: conflict, culture, death, image, life, society, wisdom,

Transcending The Cultural Divide

     Transcending The Cultural Divide

Watching the foreign film and blood fly
Nothing particular on my mind
I do not know a word they speak
Their death is all I need
War machines kill everything
I am supplied forever in that moment
With all the information that I need
Death transcends all nations
I am alive in that moment 
Transcending the cultural divide 

Poem Details | by Blake Holland |
Categories: absence, abuse, addiction, adventure, age, anxiety, bullying, care, change, city, conflict, corruption, courage, creation, cry, death, depression, desire, destiny, discrimination, feelings, god, heart, heartbreak, how i feel, hurt, image, imagery, imagination, inspirational, jealousy, life, loneliness, lonely, love, nature, passion, prayer, psychological, religious, remember, society, sorrow, sorry, spiritual, suicide, wisdom,

Heartache On 4th Street

  How can I live my life
  Always standing in front of a knife
  So I'll get on the night train
  And I'll go to Spain
  I'll leave this kingdom, this life, and this shame
  So there won't be any more pain
  And so there won't be any one to blame.

Poem Details | by Vee Bdosa |
Categories: absence, angst, art, creation, emotions, grave, history, imagination, immigration, inspiration, mystery, mythology, nostalgia, race, religious, society, spiritual,

CIL MAOLCHEADAIR

    CIL MAOLCHEADAIR   (Kilmalkedar)
On such an Irish spring and drizzle morn,
she wandered through the graveyard, looking for
the Celtic dream from which her past was born,
and every sight brought her to wanting more;

she dreamt her roots from carvings on a stone
as if she understood each chip as real,
passed down to only her, and her alone,
from pagan worship she could almost feel;

and she could bundle them within her mind
to share with Pennsylvania kith and kin,
perhaps the magic, if still there to find,
would be an understanding where they've been;

and she will burn her candles every night,
hoping Kilmalkedar will make it right.
       ©  ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet

Poem Details | by Miche Ulman |
Categories: absence, adventure, betrayal, body, books, change, character, conflict, confusion, courage, creation, culture, dark, death, dream, evil, farewell, freedom, history, imagination, inspiration, life, magic, mirror, murder, mystery, mythology, philosophy, poetry, self, senses, sin, society, symbolism, travel, visionary, wisdom,

Introduction

hello my friend, stranger walk by,
borrow a moment, spare me your lie,
through pen of the narrow and mist of an eye,
below absolute zero, someone will die;
sentence to rambler, apple hereby,
flute of the meadow, mandrake will cry,
in front of the riddler second might try,
get out of here mortal,
exit near by-e.

angry as he strike out his pen,
get out of here demon, get out of this den,
in thousands of years how long has it been,
when scriptures wear sandals;
on meadow you land, many bear seasons,
stakes shall bend, lantern still burning,
your letter is send.

Poem Details | by Jordan Adorno |
Categories: depression, life, sad, social, sympathy, society,

Sexual Assault by Women.

Dare you trick him? Dare you violate him?
And then you get no karma, and it leaves him grim.
You took advantage, you broke his ego.
You restrained him, you took away his ability to protect himself.
You took away his right to refuse.

And society forces confusion, ridicule, humiliation, and lack of sympathy they deserve.
But if I ever see you I'll make sure justice is served.
Because of society men allow this to happen because they believe that your violation isn't
possible.
But the thought that a female cannot be aggressor in itself is impossible!

You sick, sadistic, cruel vermin.
You violent animal.
You rapist.