Poets Cry
Poets cry, so why can't I?
It's not only my own pain,
But, I feel for all those,
That have died, in vain,
For a World that doesn't even care,
If there is Justice or despair.
Oh my tears could fill the Sea,
World, full of Hypocrisy.
poem by Sandra Feldman
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Poor Baby
Pain, pain, pain
The baby is in pain
That’s how the baby came
From a womb full of drugs
Rigid, restless, screams
The Mom is not there
She doesn’t care
Despair, despair, despair
Life is not fair
poem by Maren Louise
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Can Tears Write A Poem?
CAN TEARS WRITE A POEM?
Can tears write a poem?
And for what?
The thousandth time
The same complaints arguments discussions-
“We are nowhere
And we will never get anywhere
And we are nothing”
“ No, we are really something somehow
And will be when the world wakes up”
And over and over
The same pain and the same complaint
Life as the despair one can only go deeper in-
And the tears, the tears
Which try to say.
“Because I care for you so much and share your pain
We nonetheless will see light in the world”
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Despair - (by LionTamer)
I am lost and confused
I don't know what to do.
Despair grips at me with
its tenacious claws
It rips and tears
It even mauls.
Sloshing me from the side
grinding me between its teeth
with no timeout for air
with no time for relief
Hidden from the world
are my true feelings of despair
I wear a suit that bears a shield
and a cape that flops everywhere
I shed tears that run dry
I look into the darkness and ask
what do I do, for what reason
and why?
In all the suns that have ever exploded and died
all my actions would be meaningless
pursued with an empty pride
I have two angels that fill me with hope
they cage the despair and bind it with rope.
teeth that once could grind you thin
are now crushed and destroyed
leaving a pair of lips atop of an empty chin.
Their tiny voices that swirl within my ears
fill me with hope and crushes my fears.
its their hope and dreams that fill my cape with air.
And strengthens the shield that crushes the despair.
poem by Lion Tamer
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Your World
How can you lose your world, as the world is you yourself?
Why you lose your dreams
If they are so beautiful?
Why the tears fall down from your eyes
And disappear in the ground?
Why your heart breaks
If its beats represent life?
But how can you lose your world, as the world is you yourself?
Then why you lose your world
If love is your world?
Why your eyes full with tears
If your eyes are so beautiful?
Why sorrow comes
After every happiness?
And how can you lose your world, as the world is you yourself?
As life is nothing but ups and downs
You feel pain and cry,
And you forget everything with the time.
If you do not gain anything, you do not lose anything too.
So, how can you lose your world, as the world is you yourself?
Oh it’s nothing but life!
No one can become your world
You yourself is the whole world for you.
So, how can you lose your world, as the world is you yourself?
Tears trickle down your cheeks like droplets of rain,
And after every sorrow happiness comes
And after every sunset there is a sunrise
So, how can you lose the world, as the world is you yourself?
Justice...
… Slow Justice
Is Better Than No Justice
… I Just Want Justice and Peace
To Feel Justice
It Must Be Real Justice
Not Cut-Deals Or Just A Piece
Full Justice
Not Pull The Wool Justice
She’s Already Been Blindfolded Enough
We Accuse Justice
But To Lose Justice
Is To Unlock Chaos’ Cuffs
Justice …
Is Lustrous
In Pearls Of Conviction Displayed
Justice …
The Huntress
Were Wild-Wily-Wrongs Are Caged
A Cry For Justice
Is Why Justice’s
Scales-Weights Shouldn’t Be In Doubt
Legal Justice
Be Equal Justice
With Rules To Balance It Out
Honest Justice
Promise Justice
Is Right For The Poor and Oppressed
But Even Rich Justice
And Even Quick Justice
Should Be A Standard, Silvered Process
Raw Justice
Shouldn’t Be Flawed Justice
But Free To All Everywhere
The Power Of Justice
Is That The Hour Of Justice
Doesn’t Run Out Of Time Anywhere
Men Must Court Justice
And Support Justice
To Qualify For Her ‘Your’ Honor
And Seek Justice
And Speak Justice
And Be A Worthy Defender Word-Warrior
Some Have Burned Justice
Some Have Spurned Justice
In The Lies That They Have Sworn
Some Have Raped Justice
Then Gaped At Justice
Laid Bare Like Loss Innocence In Porn
Oh Sweet Justice
Don’t Beat Justice
We Are In Races But We Shouldn’t Fight
Some System Of Justice
Has Idealism Of Justice
But The Whole World Needs To Get It Right …
Then True Justice
And Overdue Justice
Will Be The Law Of Every Land & Life
Without Justice
You Can Count Justice’s
Tears Rolling Down In Strife
The Hope Of Justice
And Scope Of Justice
Is That Justice Answers To GOD
The Mercy Of Justice
And Courtesy Of Justice
Will Be The Final Plea Bargain LORD …
____________________
The Sound Of Justice
Is Profound To Us …
… In Juries, They’ve Sung Her Song Or Tried
O’ I Miss Justice …
And I Wish Justice
Would Just Come Back Here and Say “High”
Written & ©: 7/19/10
by: The MoonBee
Where’s Justice … Where Did She Go?
There Are Victims Here Who Want To Know
….. MoonBee
poem by MoonBee Canady
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Despair Is Not The End Of The World
DESPAIR IS NOT THE END OF THE WORLD
Despair is not the end of the world
We go on in all our hopelessness
and all our frustration and all our pain
We go on-
Because what alternative
Do we have really?
Death is not a happy option
And loneliness at this stage
Even worse pain-
Tolerance is now the holy word
Forbearance Patience
Stoic quiet -
Despair is not the end of the world
But it’s not lovely either
We go on thinking maybe some day some how
It will be better
It will-
But not that much.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Sonnet XXVII.
SIGHING I see yon little troop at play,
By sorrow yet untouch'd; unhurt by care;
While free and sportive they enjoy to-day,
'Content and careless of to-morrow's fare!'
O happy age! when hope's unclouded ray
Lights their green path, and prompts their simple mirth,
Ere yet they feel the thorns that lurking lay
To wound the wretched pilgrims of the earth,
Making them rue the hour that gave them birth,
And threw them on a world so full of pain,
Where prosperous folly treads on patient worth,
And, to deaf pride, misfortune pleads in vain!
Ah!--for their future fate how many fears
Oppress my heart--and fill mine eyes with tears!
poem by Charlotte Smith
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Was It Justice?
Tie my black boots
grab my glasses
no detention in either one of my classes
suit up, raining hard get the packing
step out, and my thoughts dropp to ashes
i walk my life with a bag full of confidence
tied tight for the problems come to deal with
cold wind come to match with my cold mind
from the bright lights and diamonds that made her blind
success blow the failure off my eye caps
as the dust blow a scale on my combats
Sweety, ill be gone till December
and i left the break up to the fugee in november
my mind filled with pain, and the world filled with rubbish
we never go on trips but we always got some luggage
the pain in the eyes is a cry out for justice
does the tip of that raft mean a cry out for peace
i wonder if it could whipe out the hatred in the streets or...
the hatred in my brain with that knife to the vain
does that make you even feel the same?
i step off the curb into a puddle of the shame
i sink deeper in my thoughts as my heart fill with pain
so now...was that raft for the peace?
or was it just a tear for our justice off the leash
-Jeffrey K.
poem by Jeffrey Knox
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Fade To Black
FADE TO BLACK
You live your life day by day
You can't feel it's slipping away
It's like heaven where you never get bored
You self inflicted Rock'n roll whore
Can you feel it
Can you feel the clocks ticking away
The world doesn't change in a day
The world doesn't change it
The world doesn't change in a day
It makes me sick
to see
what you need
to breathe
It makes me sick
to see
what you need
the world doesn't change in a day
You've got a thousand wounds to heal
You gotta stop thinking nothing's for real
electric shock won't bring you back
You're fading baby
You fade to black
The world doesn't change in a day
The world doesn't change it
The world doesn't change in a day
It makes me sick
to see
what you need
to breathe
It makes me sick
to see
what you need
the world doesn't change in a day
It makes me sick
to see
what you need
to breathe
It makes me sick
to see
what you mean
to me
When you are the one inside
is it what you thought it'd be
I always knew you'd be a star
and now you are
song performed by by Zeromancer
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The World Inside of Me
There's a world inside of me
That everybody doesn't see.
And this world is full of goodness
Contrast to where you might be.
In this world I'm not hungry.
In this world I'm not thirsty
In this world my heart's not empty
In this world I've already reach my dreams
But everybody cannot see.
For this world's just existing
inside of me.
There's a world inside of me
That everybody doesn't see.
(Waiting for the world to see,
waiting for the world to see.)
poem by Mary Jesusa Villegas
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Despair Is Darkness
DESPAIR IS DARKNESS
Despair is darkness-
Despair is death inside and death in the world and death in one’s own sad soul-
Despair is no way out -
Despair is the place where one is forever stuck -
Despair is the realization that one has done what one could – and one is not going anywhere else-
Despair is the admission of failure-
Despair is no sign of help anywhere around-
Despair is so much lost-
Despair is one‘s life is over-
Despair is regret-
Despair is the sense that one will never have the time to have another chance -
Despair is ‘it’s finished’-
Despair is no way out-
Despair is going down and more down and more dark and more afraid all the time -
Despair is the scream which hurts and does not stop the hurting -
Despair is the understanding that even Death will not save one -
Despair is that the pain will never end-not even with death.
Despair is no way out again and again and again- without end.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The World Order
Darkness first then light.
Despair, then Hope
War, then Peace
Evil, then Redemption
When sorrow passes,
be assured joy follows suit
When war breaks,
wait, peace will soon flow
Tears flow, then joy breaks
when it rains, the sun shines
to dry away the tears
the tears, the rain
all captured by the sun, the joy
The world order
that the world breaks
and God mends
the world despair, God hopes
the world kills, God heals.
and this is the world order.
poem by Timothy muggaga
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For the People of East Africa
how can we go on not believing,
how can we turn our heads?
when children are starving
and people are dying...
are we alive or are we dead?
our brothers, our sisters,
we can feel your pain from here.
what can we do and
what can we change...
to see the world through your tears?
how can we see and not know
that what's happening to you...
is a part of us, is in
the very heart of us,
we're responsible, we're due!
our brothers, our sisters,
we can feel your pain from here.
what can we do and
what can we change...
to see the world through your tears?
the family of man so far apart,
we've lost the meaning in our souls.
until we join hearts to hands,
and walk side by side...
we'll never touch and never hold.
our brothers, our sisters,
we can feel your pain from here.
what can we do and
what can we change...
to see the world through your tears?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Heart Full Of Pain
In this world full of pain
In this world full of sorrow
I am going insane
There will be no tomoorow
It's a world full of fear
A world full of sadness
Take me away from here
Away from this madness
Please put this to an end
This world's not good for me
My wounds cannot be mend
I just want to be free
poem by Angela Boersma
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Do They Even Notice?
I'm sitting on a lonely bridge.
I'm wonder where I'm suppose to go now.
Now since I took my final bow.
I'm gone from the place I once called home.
Now I'm all alone.
Does he even notice that I'm gone?
I bet he doesn't care,
Care if I'm there or not.
I bet he can't see.
See the pain he brings to me.
Does my mother still cry my name?
Does she realize now that this wasn't a game?
I need her to wipe her tears away.
I know its hard,
Hard to know the person you love is gone.
Does dad now know what he has done to me?
Does he realize this wasn't easy?
I bet he's still drunk and can't see,
See how he treated mother and I.
I bet he didn't care that I died.
Does he even see that everything I did,
I did for him alone.
Does he know that I lost my way,
Now I can't find my way back home.
I bet he doesn't even know.
God if you can hear me,
Answer my cry!
Do they even care that I died?
Or do all that they see,
is just the ghost of a girl they never knew?
Can they hear me crying now?
Can they still see me walking around this town?
Do they give a damn,
If the girl they once saw was in hell.
I bet they don't, cause it was my soul that they would sell.
poem by Alice Spakrs
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The Misty Rain
Today I stand here all alone in the Misty Rain
Contemplating where it is I went wrong again
And as I stand here all alone I realize on my own
Tears that fall aren't hidden at all in the Misty Rain
I could not help as your memories flooded in on me
So overwhelmed and alone with this pain
As I stood alone and the rain came down on me
Tears that fall aren't hidden at all in the Misty Rain
The Misty Rain doesn't care at all of my heart
It doesn't care at all my world is torn apart
But one would think while I am standing in the rain
Somehow it would hide the tears when they came
And as I stood alone I thought of you
I just can't help myself I'm still in love with you
To stop loving you I know I never will
Although I try to fight It is so against my will
And as I stood alone the memories came again
And in the rain again I suffered again the pain
And as the tears they fell I too realized
Tears that fall aren't hidden at all in the Misty Rain.
poem by Bill Simmons
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Damien
Things are done that I just don't understand
There's hardly no time left for the average young man
Works his arse off 'til his blue in the face
Drugged with hope so he can keep up the pace
And soon he joins the unemployed
Where all hope and ambition are destroyed
Is there any justice left in this world
Is there any justice left in this world
A situation that I don't understand
A desperation that just got out of hand
He didn't realize what steps he should take
He didn't realize that his life was at stake
He left us thinking yet again
Another passing of a friend
Is there any justice left in this world
Is there any justice left in this world
Is there any justice left in this world
Is there any justice left in this world
Is there any justice left in this world
For you and me
Damien.
A contemplation left much to late
A deliberation we all left to fate
We didn’t understand the role we should play
We ignored the facts hoping they would simply fade away
He left us thinking yet again
Another passing of a friend
Is there any justice left in this world
Is there any justice left in this world
Is there any justice left in this world
Is there any justice left in this world
Is there any justice left in this world
For you and me
Damien.
Copyright Colin Coplin 1984/2010
poem by Colin Coplin
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Let It Shine
The world is full of danger,
but everyone's like 'see ya later'
We all want someone to care for us,
To make us happy, laugh and blush
But it seems like I'm always alone
Not even someone there to throw me a scrappy bone
No, I'm not gonna let it get me down,
Cause the worlds full of problems and I don't wanna drown.
I'd rather make this scene a joke and dress up like a rodeo clown
Oke, the world may be ugly - I agree -
But that's not me,
someday I'm gonna make a difference, just you wait and see…
I will not fall into despair,
cause the world is Hell and makes us not want to care
But then again the choice is mine,
So I'd rather wake up, see the truth and let is SHINE!
poem by Renee Maritz
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Why are butterflies free?
A butterfly goes thru one of lives greatest metamorphoses.
It starts its life as a caterpillar going thru life eating and waiting for that moment to begging its life’s journey. It cocoons itself until it is ready for its last steps in life.
Spring forth from its cocoon, it frees itself and flies off into the light. It is its begging and ending all at the same time.
It doesn’t care about what the future brings
It doesn’t care about lesser things
It doesn’t care about the rain
It doesn’t care about the pain
It doesn’t care about where it belongs
It doesn’t care about a silly love songs
It doesn’t care about right or wrong
It doesn’t care about the road being to long
It doesn’t care if the sun sets in the east
It doesn’t care about war and piece
It doesn’t care about the world in helter skelter
It doesn’t care about a warm shelter
It has no idea about mass destruction
For that takes too much contemplation
For politics it has no reaction
It needs no constitution
Just being is its satisfaction
It looks to no one for absolution
No homeland for repatriation
It has no skin for condemnation
It has no time for recreation
It has no room for damnation
A butterfly lives its life like there is no tomorrow
For a butterfly there is no tomorrow
A butterfly just wonders the earth sapping up life as it goes by
It owes nothing to anyone
Fly butterfly, fly and be free
Be free to be free
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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Life for Lord
Lord,
You bring the world to me,
The world full of knowledge,
The world full of greatness,
The world full of winner,
The world full of miracle,
The world full of shit,
The world full of Satan,
The world full of faggot,
and maggot
I worshipped you,
I wish to steal your heart,
I wish to have you,
I wish to be you,
I wish to like you,
So nobody will hurt me,
and kill me,
I am one,
I am you,
No,
I am me,
I am still me,
From beginning until the end..
poem by Nur Jawahir Mat Jan
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