Adults
Why did this happen
I was supposed to lead a normal life
So why has it come to this?
All I wanted was happiness
Yet is that too much
They say its adult stuff
But all I see is children with bigger clothes
Because instead of honesty they create lies
Instead they blow their anger off on others
So when you read this
Tell me who caused the actions that screwed me up
And tell who the real child is
You or me?
poem by Jacquelynn Bobbs
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All Screwed Up
(young - young)
Get ready
You think your kinda tough
Youre walkin kinda rough
When you want any more
You go fast wo wo wo
Things go tough
And you strut your stuff
And I want your thing
Then youre out of luck
Yes you are
Its all screwed up
All screwed up
Its all screwed up
All screwed up
Take you out to kick some butt
Work you over screw you nuts
And when you cant take no more
Then she push you out that door
And things go hard
Like a dog gone mad
She can pack some punch
Then youre out to lunch, back at one
Its all screwed up
All screwed up
Its all screwed up
All screwed up
Its all screwed up
Its all screwed up
Cant tell Im comin
All screwed up, yeah
I said its all screwed up
All screwed up, yeah
Said youre all screwed up
All screwed up
Its all screwed up, yes it is
All screwed up
Its all screwed up
All screwed up
Screwed up
Its all screwed up
Its all screwed up
Said you think you got some balls
But youre always out to lunch
Its all screwed up
Its all screwed up
Its all screwed up, yes it is
All screwed up
Its all screwed up, yeah
2000, j. albert & son, pty.
song performed by by AC-DC
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Children?
Children are the easily led,
Their learning is profound,
Their lift is happy and proud,
Why do parents forgive them?
We produce the fellow children
To lift and uplift each of us
When there happens a life.
Children need growth to boast,
To live and outlive, to death is their journey
After a life of straightforward happiness and bliss.
Felt good? Why children? Because, say Children,
We live among others who are like the mothers
In the land we call Children.
Child after child shall learn of the existing ones
That need admirals and generals of late.
The defence of a child is the greatest concern,
And I laugh at one who destroys life,
Ever in turmoil is a child because of this act.
Children will be enough to be today.
Children can upset no one who is old and ancient,
Selfless students are children.
However much you push and pull at the threads that children weave
And sort, and spread, and sew,
The adult will sew better and more often than a child.
That is the secret, children.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Happiness To Me
Does Happiness depend upon comfort? ’
The answer is definitely a big, ‘No! ’
Happiness lies in not comforts alone!
Happiness is not a static quality of the
human mind, body and soul.
All can’t remain happy all the time.
It would be foolishness to wish for a life,
filled with happiness alone;
Life could become boring, when happiness is prolonged.
Even A pauper can be happier than the prince.
Even A beggar smiles and sleeps well, despite much strife.
Happiness is a frame of mind that’s dynamic in nature;
Happiness is a kind of mood of feeling very well;
Happiness is a state of one, when life seems worth living;
Happiness is all within;
Happiness is in giving;
Happiness is in sharing;
Happiness does not depend on comforts;
Happiness cannot be bought by money;
Happiness is not all luxury;
Happiness is in being child-like, though adult;
Happiness is in sacrificing for others’ sake;
Happiness is in doing acts of charity;
Happiness is when you’ve led a righteous life.
Happiness to some is in dreams alone;
Happiness to some doing risky feats;
Happiness to a few is in a sheer lazy life;
Happiness to me is in loving.
poem by Richard Maginness
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Talk Of Tongue In Anger
In anger, whatever
The tongue utters,
May be loud to ear
But, are the words bitter.
Anger talks hot words,
Provokes and instigates,
Bitter the relationship
And happiness desolates.
Utter in anger un-pleases,
Heart beats increases,
Peace and patience seizes,
Emotions, controls un-eases.
Happiness lies in love,
Loving fetches the joy,
What you give same you take,
Anger or love receive back.
For happiness keep you normal,
Emotions and anger controllable,
Liquidate the ill thoughts,
And keep you hospitable.
poem by S.D. Tiwari
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Happiness Is Not Comforts
‘Does Happiness depend upon comfort? ’
The answer is definitely a big, ‘No! ’
Happiness lies in not comforts alone!
Happiness is not a static quality of the human mind, body and soul.
All can’t remain happy all the time.
It would be foolishness to wish for a life, filled with happiness alone;
Happiness is more when woes come in-between.
Happiness is just a feeling weird!
Life could become boring and monotonous, when happiness is prolonged.
Even the pauper can be happier than the prince.
Even the beggar smiles and sleeps well, despite much strife.
Happiness is a frame of mind that’s dynamic in nature;
Happiness is a kind of mood of feeling very well;
Happiness is a state of one, when life seems worth living;
Happiness is something strange that varies with time, experience and wisdom.
Happiness is all within;
Happiness is in giving;
Happiness is in sharing;
Happiness is the ceiling, whatever you fix!
Happiness does not wholly depend on comforts;
Happiness cannot be bought by money;
Happiness is not all luxury;
Happiness is abstract to the core!
Happiness is in being child-like, though adult;
Happiness is in making and seeing the less fortunate ones, smile;
Happiness is in acting adult-like, although a child
Happiness is in giving something to someone, although you still need it.
Happiness is in sacrificing for others’ sake;
Happiness is in giving up your chance to someone, who most needs it;
Happiness is in doing acts of charity;
Happiness is when you’ve led a righteous life.
Happiness to some is in dreams alone;
Happiness to some doing risky feats;
Happiness to a few is in a sheer lazy life;
Happiness to some is in yeoman service to mankind.
Happiness is a phenomenon;
Happiness is a quirk of fate;
Happiness is quite rare and scarce at times;
Happiness to some is in living in a virtual world!
Happiness is in braving the storms of life;
Happiness is in toiling for others’ sakes;
Happiness is in sharing your talents and ken;
Happiness is in loving your poor brethren.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 6-15-2008
poem by John Celes
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Tongue in anger
In anger, whatever
The tongue utters,
May be loud to ear
But, are the words bitter.
Anger talks hot words,
Provokes and instigates,
Bitter the relationship
And happiness desolates.
Utter in anger un-pleases,
Heart beats increases,
Peace and patience seizes,
Emotions, controls un-eases.
Happiness lies in love,
Loving fetches the joy,
What you give same you take,
Anger or love receive back.
For happiness keep you normal,
Emotions and anger controllable,
Liquidate the ill thoughts,
And keep you hospitable.
(C) S.D. Tiwari
poem by S.D. Tiwari
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Gender determination
‘Is this a man or a woman? ’
asked a child the other,
pointing to a nude picture.
‘How can I, no dress? ’
answered the other child.
‘Is this a male or a female? ’
asked an adult the other,
pointing to a clothed child.
‘How can I, it’s dressed.”
Answered the other adult.
Child decides by clothes.
Adult confirms without cloth
01.08.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I am sorry Robert
I've finally hit it
I hit the bottom
And it hurt like hell
Nobody is to blame I guess
Except the one looking back at me
I am the one who caused this
I am the one who lied
Our relationship was based on one single lie
Which led to more lies
You think your the only one who hurt
But no I do too
I screwed up
Trust me I feel the emptieness in my heart
It would have been better if you never met me
I screwed up your life
I screwed up everything
Appologizing is not good enough
You need so much more than that
They say shit happens
Yeah it does
But this should not have
Why did I fall in love with you so easily
Why is it taking forever trying to get over this
I know its only been two months since you found out the truth
I wish I was the one who could of told you
Instead you found out online
I am sorry I lied
I hate myself
I hate me
I hope one day
You will read this
And know I will never forgive myself
I love you with all my heart
Even though it might be wrong
I still love you
I hope you have a great life
And find a beautiful woman that can make you happy
You deserve more than I gave...
I am sorry
poem by Makayla Straight
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Dear Supposed Mom...
Dear supposed mom,
Where are you?
Where have you been all my life?
I thought I was lost and I really needed you.
Dear supposed mom,
Why did you leave me?
Why were you gone all my life.
I never thought that I could fell this betrayed by my family.
Dear supposed mom,
What did I mean in your life?
What did I do to make you hate me?
I'm sorry I caused you so much strife.
Dear supposed mom,
Who are you?
Who do you think you are?
Do you feel the same way I do?
Dear supposed mom,
When are you coming for me?
When do you plan on finding me?
I just want to have a real family.
Dear supposed mom,
I want to hear from you.
Dear supposed mom,
I hate you but I want to love you.
poem by Kelli Richards
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Mom
Mom
The pain you have caused needs to stop
And it will stop, very easily will it stop
I don’t want you nor need you in my life
Do you not think you have cause enough?
Enough to the heart and to the soul.
So this is my goodbye.
I am tired of crying and all the pain
You caused all of this
Mom
You are not supposed to be my friend
You are not supposed to be someone there
You are my mother
What did I do to deserve a mother like you?
You don’t care
If you did you would come visit me
Instead of paying to kill your child
I cannot believe you did this to me
Mom
What kind of mother are you
Killing your child
Why didn’t you kill me then
Why didn't you give me up?
I do not know what to think about everything
As a child I have been through a lot.
Mom
Does it occure to you that a child shouldn't be going through this.
Years later AI am still broken
I hurt like hell
Yet you don't see it.
Wait a minute how could you see it
When you don't see me
Mom
Think about that
You do not see me
And you never will.
poem by Makayla Straight
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Innocence of a child
In the dark of night
you would come
in the silence
of the hour
you would serve
Satan your master
taking the innocence
of a child
destroying a child's life
denying the child
a normal adulthood!
Have you ever thought
of your actions?
what you were doing
by the lust
that controlled you?
Who gave you
the right to take
the child's innocence?
yes, you, who gave you
the right?
After many years
of emotional suffering
a child entered
into adulthood
God embraced
the adult in love
Forgiveness in Christ
becomes the words
in the heart
freedom in Christ
the prize received
The abuser of the child
are then forgiven
Abuser of the child
did you find
God's forgiveness
before you died
many years later
I hope dearly so!
poem by Allen Brodell
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My Worst Enemy
my worst enemy is within me
an anger trying to be set free
i have hidden it for many a year
because it is full of fear.
the fear of telling what i see and feel
emotions that are very real.
real to the point of no return.
but! screaming for this voice to be heard.
this anger that's inside of me is when i see children
going through their aches and pains.
in a world that they did not create
let's help them before it's too late
there are children starving all around the earth
if this is what we have to offer
why did we allow the birth?
as adults we should see-that all we're offering is poverty.
i don't believe in abortion-i believe in life.
so let us think about it'twice'.
think of it all you can-and let's start giving a helping hand.
poem by Louis Rams
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Lifesong
to a child very young
life is
happiness and fun
to a child getting bigger
life and school
seem to be getting bitter
to a child growing up
life and love
seem to be getting mixed up
to a child fully grown
life is about
making choices on your own
to a child with a child
life is about
making sure there life isn't wild
to a child getting old
life is about
keeping your family out of the cold
to a child old and grey
life is about
remembering the past things you used to say
to a child dead and gone
life was about
your one lifesong
poem by No Reason To Care
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Real eyes
these real eyes of mine
realize
your real lies
what you dont see,
is the demise
of the lies, by the life
once lead by honesty.
frankly,
theses eyes will see to
your demise
poem by Mark Bowdidge
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Be a child-parent-adult
To the child, it is a day.
To the parent, it is a night.
To the adult both are inclusive.
The child lives in fantasy.
The parent lives in fallacy.
It is the adult that lives,
Where he is put, in ecstasy.
The child admires things.
The parent criticizes them.
The adult realizes them.
The child appreciates.
The parent deprecates.
The adult rationalizes.
The poet is the child in man.
The priest is the parent in man.
The logician is the adult in man.
Live a child to be youthful.
Live a parent to be awesome.
Live an adult to be credible.
27.01.2000, Kottayam
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Our Child
this is our child.
not just yours or mine
but everyones, that are born in our time.
a child is born every minute around this world
beautiful boys and girls.
these children are gifts from god.
and he has chosen you to be the one
who will carry the daughter or son
look into any childs face and you will see
that they belong to you and me.
the child has a bit of all humanity
this is the way god meant it to be.
these are the children of peace
the children of love
given to us from god above.
.
i read in the papers of childrens lives taken
because of anger, fear, sickness and hate.
lets stop them before it too late
put them in jail and throw away the key.
just so that children can sleep peacefully.
if as a child you was abused, neglected, and not loved
then it's time for you to change your life around
and not let these children die on the ground.
stand up and fight, and take
pride in what you do.
the child you save, could have been you.
poem by Louis Rams
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My true story about myself
People stop ordering me around. I am only one person, yet you treat me like I am twelve people. I can only do one thing at a time. I am sorry I am really slow. I am only a child, I'm still trying to be kid while I have a chance. But, you see you people give me the responsibility of an adult. I am tired of ruining my plans, to do adult things. I don't want a perfect childhood but I would like a nice one where I would be able to do teenager things. I want to be a normal child, even if I am not. You people are driving me crazy with all these do this, do that. I'm sorry, but if this a normal childhood, I rather be dead. I feel like that when I try to talk nobody could hear me. I could scream and nody would hear me. I am invisable. Besides who would want to see a girl who has no mother, a father she never sees, who is a nobody, who can't make a difference, who is hideous, who can't do anything right, who is ashamed for everything she is? Sometimes I think about killing myself, actually I do it a lot. It's just I am so tired of being used. I am used one way or the other. I always wonder what would happen if I die. Would anybody care? Would anybody even notice? NO! Yes I know I made mistakes. but isn't the point of life, is make mistakes and learn from them. I know I made a lot, but I would never take any of them back. I don't care anymore about what other people say. I am just so tired of this. I can't live like this much longer. There has to be a change, and quick. To tell you the truth, I even thought about running away. I don't know where I would go. I do know is that I would never return. I'm sick of having responsibility of an adult, and everybody tells me to be a kid. HOW? When I'm constantly cleaning, cooking, cleaning, cooking, school, school, homework, cleaning, cooking? Can I please have a break once in a while. I am begging you. What did I do to deserve this? I think I have a right to know.
poem by Makayla Straight
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Divorce.. To My Children I`m So Very Sorry
With every divorce there is marriage,
Are we talking love and fairy tales, horse and carriage.
Let me burst the bubble of those with fantasies,
It starts we, us and ours, and soon become I, my and me`s.
Marriage is hardwork, trying, and many a sacrifice,
Its two people who have loved, but soon learn to despise, to be precise.
But remember these words from a synical divorcee,
Your children will suffer, with your actions believe me.
I was vengeful and wanted my pound of flesh,
He was vicious and mean, creating an awful mess.
The childrens emotions all over the place,
Anger, tears, confusion and blame, normal for divorce in any case.
You wanted a life, you 'needed to move on' you`d say,
The kids forced into this, new woman, her kids, the disarray.
If only you`d seen the hurt, wiped the tears from their face,
Listened to the crys as they mourned your place.
Raised their hopes, made false promises, watched the let downs,
I saw, I watched what we`d to our own, such evil clowns.
Dont get me wrong I`m glad we divorced, dissolved our sad marriage,
I hate that we hurt our children and caused so much damage.
Your new life was emotionally a costly affair,
Scars worn like badges and crosses to bare.
So heed what I say, and think hard before you divorce,
Make time, talk, be civil and try before you take this course.
Children grow so quick and leave home, its not long,
So give them the best start be PARENTS sing the same song x
poem by Nikki Cuthbert
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The Roadblock In LIfe...
Anger, a spark, within all of us.
There, anger is lurking, waiting to
ignite the dynamite, that will
cause an explosion of words,
and actions, that can not be taken back.
Anger, is the roadblock, to anything
and everything, worthwhile in life.
Anger, seemingly an involuntary reaction,
to rejection of thought or action.
Anger, an interpretation, of unacceptable behavior.
Anger, almost always followed by regret.
Anger, an emotion. who's children are,
anxiety, fear, frustration, animosity, passion,
outrage and a thousands of other, emotionally
affecting articulations.
Anger, the replacement of reason.
What is the enemy of anger? The
enemy of anger, is, patience, understanding
and love.
Anger, the emotion, the world would be
far better off, without.
Emotional Explosions...
Anger, a spark, within all of us.
There, anger is lurking, waiting to
ignite the dynamite, that will
cause an explosion of words,
and actions, that can not be taken back.
Anger, is the roadblock, to anything
and everything, worthwhile in life.
Anger, seemingly an involuntary reaction,
to rejection of thought or action.
Anger, an interpretation, of unacceptable behavior.
Anger, almost always followed by regret.
Anger, an emotion. who's children are,
anxiety, fear, frustration, animosity, passion,
outrage and a thousands of other, emotionally
affecting articulations.
Anger, the replacement of reason.
What is the enemy of anger? The
enemy of anger, is, patience, understanding
and love.
Anger, the emotion, the world would be
far better off, without.