The abuse dies in a day, but the denial slays the life of the people, and entombs the hope of the race.
quote by Charles Bradlaugh
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
Consciousness Over Denial
Denial is learned when you are young
for it is a way to protect you from everyone.
Everyone that hurts you by their abuse
it is a way to make things better
for there's nothing you can do.
Now when you are older it doesn't work that way
for denial will lead you 'not into reality' but totally astray.
Some people are toxic, game players
who don't know that they are-
Better for you to see the signs
and end it before it goes too far.
You have no control over people, places or things
they are the ones who need help and have to change.
Of course You have to become healthy and whole—
Love yourself more so that you will know.
Know when you are doing something unconscious
in which you then start to rationalize-
Now you can stop yourself-
and do something conscious in which
you finally really do decide.
Decide you are the one in control of your life.
Written by Christina Sunrise on March 11,2012
poem by Christina Sunrise
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
There Is Nothing Wrong With Power
'Tis sad to think that many with power abuse it those with power who abuse it weak not strong
There is nothing wrong with having power in the first place it is the abuse of it that is all wrong
For the abuse of power leads to serious crimes against the powerless though power in good hands it is quite okay
And good people with power never do abuse it they use it in the most constructive way
Some people with power are quite benign people and philanthropic one of them can say
But those who abuse their power to the law may never answer though to karma there's a price they have to pay
The abuse of power leads to dictatorial regimes that leads to serious crimes against humanity
In the despicable crimes against women and children the wrongs of power gone wrong for all to see
The people who abuse their power should never have it though to their power they desperately do cling
Power in the right hands an adavantage to others and power in the wrong hands is a dangerous thing
There is nothing wrong with power from once 'tis used well but some with power they do abuse their rule
And some with power they can become quite nasty and derive pleasure out of being cruel
But power in the right hands can be a blessing and kind people with power their praise we ought sing
Since they have the gift of empathy within them and happiness to others they do bring.
poem by Francis Duggan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The human desire
A desire dies if satiated.
It dies too when it exhausted.
The denial and the deprivation
Kill most of the human desires
30.06.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Hope
Without hope the human race would simply not exist.
There would be no pain, no fate, no destiny or death.
For hope is a part of life itself, it defines the human race.
Without it doom would engulf our very existance.
Pain, sorrow and despair only serve to breed new hope.
Even as man's destructive war machine rages there is hope.
Hope for a life bereft of hunger, hatred and prejudice.
Or even a hope to die a swift and painless death.
All of mans dreams are born upon the wings of hope...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Being everything else than me
it seems like family don't know who i am,
it's like they see that i changed,
they just don't like where i'm headed,
to me it feels normal,
almost like a little too normal,
a part of me feels like i'm heading down,
a simlar past that i don't like where it ended,
but totally different situation,
it feels like i'm not being truely who i am,
when i'm with a guy,
i put that mask on,
and i seem to be the girl,
they want me to be,
either way i still do my things,
to push people away,
i say things i know they don't like to hear,
i do things i know i don't like,
my actions are only based off of,
what i know that person would like,
i'm not doing anything that makes me truely happy,
i'm still doing what makes other people happy,
and i'm the one suffering from it,
no matter how i say my abuse didn't hurt me much,
the more it shows in everything i do,
i just been in denial to see it,
it's a believe that,
if you not numbing your body in an unhealthy way,
it not really called 'numbing'
if you can't recall what you doing,
until somebody points it out,
it only shows,
how deep in your denial,
you really was.
poem by Mona Martinez
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Yema quells other fears
In me dies the fear of God;
I don’t pray as time runs out.
In me dies the fear of people;
I don’t love as their help dries out.
In me dies the fear of space,
Shrines being no longer divine.
In me dies the fear of soil;
I don’t long for it, about to leave.
In me dies the fear of looks
As I live a life of neglects.
In me lies the fear Yama
As to how He would conduct me.
[Yema is the god of death]
15.03.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Hope Never Dies
Loving is tough,
But loosing
And
Trying to forget it
Is tougher.
Because,
This 'Hope' never dies
The feeling,
That
One day
They will just pick up that pen
And
Write back a long, loving, longing letter.
The feeling,
that
one day
they will
forgive your follies
And
Gather you back from where they left.
These feelings are
Because,
This Hope never dies
The feeling,
that
they might
one day
turn around
and
wave back
and
include you in their long run.
The feeling,
that
one day
they might
just reach out
And
Call you endearingly again
“Sweet heart”, “my love”
These feelings are
Because,
This Hope never dies
The feeling,
that
they might
one day
just walk in
Back into your life
Through that door
So tightly, mercilessly closed (that you keep eyeing all the time)
The feeling,
that
they might
one day
hold your hand,
look deep into your eyes
and
wisper again
those exclusive three words
(“I love you”.)
These feelings are
Because,
This Hope never dies.
Wake up, fellas
To smell the coffee (possibly with a piece of chocolate cake)
These are dreams
Bubbles on top of
A roaring stream.(they don’t have a future)
I know
You tried hard
possibly
Even harder
But
What to do
this silly
Hope never dies (nice blame game) .
Loving is tough,
But loosing
And
Trying to forget it
Is tougher.
because,
This Hope never dies.
poem by Anjali Kakati
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Really, Is There Hope?
is there hope within the unholy hate they call war?
is there hope in life?
is there hope in anything?
is there hope for this country?
is there hope for this economy?
is there hope for my generation?
is there hope for the next generations?
will the world be broken and torn for our childrens children, or will they be living on another planet?
will the sun die taking us with it?
will the earth over load with the harm we cause and distroy us?
is there hope for the human race at all?
poem by Trishy Emokid
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
This Life Can Be A Battle
This life can be a battle most live from day to day
And for billions of people 'tis uphill all of the way
Yet the longer that we do live the sooner we will die
And in life not everyone is equal unless you believe the lie
That everyone is born equal though with that I can't agree
That does seem patronizing talk or so 'twould seem to me
So many living in poverty and of hope in despair
Believe me 'tis a rat race in the bigger World out there
This life can be a battle for the billions in poverty
You cannot tell these people about equality
Since they would not listen to you in life they struggle on
And any hope of happiness from them seems to be gone
This life can be a battle life's uphill road is steep
And many homeless people without a bed on which to sleep.
poem by Francis Duggan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
What If?
What if we lived in a world with no lies?
What if we lived in a world where no one dies?
Dies over a gun or a knife?
What if all mental illness was erased,
no one was crazy or two-faced?
What if there was no gossip about people anywhere?
What we lived in a world where everyone cared?
What if you never had to see child abuse,
no murder mysteries to solve with clues.
What if we lived in a world with no poverty?
Everyone had plenty with no adversity?
What if is in other dimensions,
maybe not ours for we might have no comprehension.
poem by Christina Sunrise
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Lady Of Shalott Wove Her Tapestry
the Lady of Shalott wove her tapestry over time time time
copying mirrored images faithfully seen in mind mind mind
her weaving life scenes days passing was safe slow slow slow
unfolding life mysteries ever window passing must time go go go
mirrored images replace life risk realities if we safe stay stay stay
love glimpsed mirror cracks heart spins fate feared today today today
love births embraced unfrequented love three steps slays slays slays
poem by Terence George Craddock
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Those We Pass By
So many today sporting a smile, this, as they live in denial,
Of the Lord God, their Creator, living apart from the Savior;
While some sporting a frown, are not joyful at all but down,
In full denial of the Lord above, having no true joy and love.
Many like this we see each day, yet we have so little to say,
But, in The Spirit, we must rely, in His Power, from on High,
As we seek in another's life, to be a voice, for Jesus Christ,
A voice people may not heed, but, it is Truth that they need.
One thing cannot be ignored; all these souls need The Lord,
How can they continue to cope, without The Blessed Hope?
A hope that comes from above; Jesus, the Hope I speak of,
He's the only one who fulfills, the deeper need in individuals.
It's nothing new under the sun, that deeper need in everyone,
For all upon this earthly sod, the need to know the Lord God;
A vacuum in the heart of man, that needs to be and only can,
Be filled in both you and I, through God's Spirit from on high.
The need can be filled only with, The Creator's Awesome Gift,
God's Gift, sent to everyone, that Gift being God's Only Son,
Who grants all souls restoration, through grace and salvation,
Which brings peace, be assured, as one believes in The Lord.
(Copyright ©09/2012)
Loud And Clear
I hope that you will miss me
Put me down on history
I feel such a reject now
Get yourself a life
I hope that you're sorry
For not accepting me
For not adoring me
That's why I'm not your wife
People are stranger
People in danger
People are stranger
People deranged or,
I remember there was
Nothing I could ever do
Never could impress you
Even if I tried
Tell somebody who cares
Fill the room with empty stares
Go to bed and say my prayers
Keep them satisfied
People are stranger
People in danger
People are stranger
People deranged
Loud and clear I make my point dear
I hope that you never
Get the things you wanted to
Now I cast a spell on you
Complicate your life
Hope you get a puncture
Everywhere you ever drive
Hope the sun beats down
on you an
Skin yourself alive
Ra la la la la la la la - Ra la la la la la la la X 4
song performed by by Cranberries
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Lost My Poems
Somewhere in the night a child cries,
A Losing soul someone weeps and someone dies.
No Wear to be found in the night, humanity hides.
Somewhere in the night, a soul screams, not mistakin a thing
As people fade and die, lost in dreams tryin to intervene.
Somewhere in the night, reality lives in people steal.
Somewhere in the night loneliness dwells, many people fell
As people die, no one cares i am telling you now so beware.
Somewhere in the night, one dies alone.
Somewhere in the night...
tryin to lived life depise tha anguish and fright i got to stay tight and hope we all reunite
Where is the light?
Copyright © ®2009, Christian B Guice. All rights reserved
poem by Christian Guice
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Through a Childs Eyes
The world to us is a disgrace,
No hope is there for the human race,
People fighting endless wars,
Through no reason, to settle scores,
Crime is on the increase,
Drugs abuse is a problem now,
How do we protect our children,
For I fear we don't know how,
Well look at life through a childs eyes,
Through there innocence they will cope, ,
They don't see this world as dangerous,
But a place thats full of hope,
They don't look at the colour of skin,
When with friends they want to play,
They don't comment on religion,
Or which way that you should pray,
They are happy to play with anyone,
They just want to be friends,
Innocence is wonderful I think,
It has no need to make amends,
So if we teach them well enough,
Maybe they will interact,
And come to some agreement,
Maybe one day make it fact,
That this world with all its greed and hate,
Its bloody battles, wars and lies,
Could improve so dramatically,
If we looked through a childs eyes
poem by Sue Crocker
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The power of hopes
It is wrong to say that
One has lost all one’s hopes
When one is about to die.
One still will hope for a miracle.
Hope dies after one dies.
11.08.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Loud & Clear
I hope that you miss me
Put me down on history
I feel such a reject now
Get yourself a life
I hope that youre sorry
For not accepting me
For not adoring me
Thats why Im not your wife
People are stranger
People in danger
People are stranger
People deranged or
I remember there was
Nothing I could ever do
Never could impress you
Even if I tried
Tell somebody who cares
Fill the room with empty stares
Go to bed and say my prayers
Keep them satisfied
People are stranger
People in danger
People are stranger
People deranged
Loud and clear I make my point my dear
I hope that you never
Get the things you wanted to
Now I cast a spell on you
Complicate your life
Hope you get a puncture
Everywhere you ever drive
Hope the sun beats down on you and
Skin youself alive
Ra la la la la la la la
Ra la la la la la la la x4
song performed by by Cranberries
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
I hope that people will finally come to realize that there is only one 'race' - the human race - and that we are all members of it.
quote by Margaret Atwood
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Poem Of Hope
Life is hope.
Hope of being happy in life.
Hope of being adjusting in life.
Hope of being able to achieve achievements in life.
Hope of being cared by some-one in life.
Hope of being loved by some-one in life.
Hope of being nice to every-one in life.
Hope of being responsible to loved-one in life.
Hope of light to see in darkness.
Hope of sunshine after the rain.
Hope of help in time of troubles.
Hope of wind in time of grief.
Hope of being alive to fulfill our duties.
Hope of joy to overcome sadness.
Hope of encouragement to overcome fear.
Hope of getting hope in life is hope.
poem by Neelapu Suresh
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Sinking From the Weight
Sinking from the weight of,
Denial.
We put on trial,
People we choose to deceive.
And...
Sinking from the weight of,
Denial.
We put on trial,
People we choose to deceive.
Is it an offense or a needless crime,
To defy fighting against...
Your own kind?
With selected ones chosen,
To occupy our minds.
For purposes to protect.
Their interests kept.
Even though we who are selected...
To do these deeds,
By those in sheltered discreet...
We remain despised,
By those who disrespect.
And fed from birth,
To know when to cheat...
Spy, lie and use alibis.
Is it an offense,
To not follow rules...
That make no sense.
As we must listen to 'authorities'
Who attempt to convince.
If a certain status given,
Is that of a minority....
Concerns of the majority,
Is a worthless expense.
And given less attention.
Is any seriousness mention.
Since no rights have been given,
A worthiness to drive 'unimportant' lives.
You may ride as a passenger...
But not permitted,
To make decisions from front seats.
And to speak,
Only when spoken to!
With a preferred silence.
To make what is done...
Even sweeter to complete.
Sinking from the weight of,
Denial.
We put on trial,
People we choose to deceive.
And...
Sinking from the weight of,
Denial.
We put on trial,
People we choose to deceive.
Is it an offense or a needless crime.
To defy fighting against,
Your own kind?
Or abandon ship,
Sinking from the weight...
Of evidence there is ignorance.
Sinking from the weight of,
Denial.
We put on trial,
People we choose to deceive.
And...
Sinking from the weight of,
Denial.
We put on trial,
People we choose to deceive.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!