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COMING HOME REGARDLESS

Digging underground to Passage, onward.

Sorting the forest from the trees.

Moving steadfast to Freedom’s Way.

Watching our backs on prostrate knees.

 

Reverencing wombs to heal carved scars.

Referencing wounds to decrypt who we are.

Studying the roots to master the future.

Timing each moment to measure the years.

 

Chains half done.

Gone, yet here.

Chains half done.

Gone, yet here.

 

Clear the path.

What’s needed has been given.

Walk the path.

What’s been given, we are living.

Honor the past.

Walk into the Ordained Beginning.

Pass on the past.

This promise is worth pledging.

 

Looking back to journey onward,

is life’s natural sprouting deed.

Victory’s germ has taken root,

and with the faith of a mustard seed

 

We are and always will be

a reflection of our ancestors:

Strong, Courageous, Rising!!!

 

 

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world

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Life’s Problem”

Mon, 08/26/2013 - 19:23 -- Liz21

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The P.E teachers at school

Always said, “Get another lap in there!” “Don’t stop moving!”

You struggle and struggle...

Trying to finish strong

But you know that 15 minutes just passed,

And you just failed....

If only you weren’t so out of shape....

If only you had some carrots...

Rather than those hot Cheeto's.

 

Those P.E. teachers....

In the gray, sweat suits.....

Who keeps yelling at their students....

To keep moving....

They never realize.....

That I stopped moving.....

As soon as I got home.

I do my homework.....

Then after I just crash on the big, brown couch....

In front of the big, face right in front of me

That big face in the tiny black screen...

Talking about childhood obesity.

 

Whenever my mom doesn’t want to cook,

We go out....

To that big place with the Yellow M....

And the mouthwatering smell of French fries....

Is just so overpowering,

That I ask for a large.

 

I hear commercials of each item they advertise.....

The fries, the hamburger, the chicken nuggets....

In my 15-year-old self....

I never stop to realize

What those animals go through,

The animals that factories kill....

 

Last year in biology class....

I had to watch a video.....

Reluctantly, I went on-line, and clicked on the link....

It was about where food came from....

As I watched, my morning slowly vanished

As I watched, I became angry....

Because of how animals were treated

Because of what these factories do to them, beating them, torturing them...

 

As we scarf down that delicious cheeseburger....

Making our cravings satisfied,

We never stop to realize....

What these animals went through,

Or why we can’t stop eating?

 

I wonder then...

Why has anyone done something to fix this?

I mean the torture that these animals go through....

Isn’t it enough?

 

To just stop and think....

What these animals do go through...

Before being made in the mouthwatering cheeseburger...

People just buy the food,

From that place with the Yellow M

Or the place named after the King...

They buy their kids the food...

And watch them....

Slowly, eating away their life....

Not listening to their P.E teachers....

 

I wonder then.....

How long would it take....

For people to realize...

We can’t just eat these treats,

But wonder....

How would we fight this obesity?

 

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The prodigal

Location

I've borrowed and taken and ripped away all they had to offer

nothing given back or repayed

They love this parasitic monstrous horror

their caring love never fades

The bank accounts emptied and mental reserves taxed

but still their love, never lax

for this boy who has left home to create his own life

and has used up all that has been given him

they still care through the pain and strife

for this boy who has yet to attone for his sins

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TonyoCrady

I didn't exactly know how to describe myself in a poem, in any other manner than melodramatically somber. It's true that I've been nothing more than a parasite on my parents, but I've chosen that I would stop them from paying for my college. No longer would I be the source of their stress. This scholarship has given me a chance to have a cathartic release of my emotions and perceptions about myself, and also have a chance to win the scholarship award.

How a Heart Breaks

Fri, 07/10/2020 - 14:59 -- Tal543

I want to die and that's not fair
I wish I could get mad at myself
I don't have enough energy for that
people are dying everyday that don't want to die
that had more to accomplish with their life
but without my love I can't see the point.

I'm supposed to go on and live my life
thinking that you might come back
but without my love I can't see any point.

I am supposed to dry my tears
I am supposed to tell myself I will make it through somehow
that there is more to live for
but without my love I can't see the point.

I see that sad pathetic look in my tears
and it makes me bitter
I don't deserve it
I don't deserve such lasting pain
but somehow it is the only feeling that feels familiar.

won't you come back
give me another chance to show you how much I need you
give me a reason to live why don't you!
show me what love is supposed to feel like

Is this really what I had to look forward to
more pain, more sorrow, more disappointment
I see the meaning now
a reason to die

won't you kill me
hate me, tell me I'm crazy, fear me
anything is better than your neglect
I can't take any more
they'd diagnose it as depression
there is no cure
I feel dead
And I don't want help out of the grave
I want you
more than I want to breathe, more than I want to live, more than anything
what's the point?

I try to get some perspective
I ask questions
I look for signs
I research
I write
I pray
I run
I starve
I gorge
I destroy
I try to keep company
I try to move on
I try to sleep it off
I have no control

what else do people live for
what else do people die for

but I am trapped
people care about me, they love me
I'd never want to break a heart
I'd never wish for someone to understand the pain I know

so I will skip class
sleep all day
maybe do half-ass work
eat if my stomach will allow it
shower if I must
let myself get ugly because I'm tired of trying to be put together
what's the point?

I will give up until I feel like trying again

I have no time for your mindless chatter that has nothing to do with love
what's the point?

What's the point
in showing you I care
what's the point in getting mad?
you don't understand
and it just makes me feel like I'm losing my mind

that lonely girl had no idea what she was in for

and if you called to tell me you love me today
what would it all mean
but I wouldn't think about it
I'd run to you.

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Gaseous cocoon

I like very much

I Write

It is my expression

Freedom of words

Explosion of emotion

And settling of the mind

From telling about the world

To my own thoughts

It is my expression

And that is why I write 

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Big Dog

I'm the Big Dog—VY Canis Majoris
in the Big Dog constellation
that's why you still adore us
Howling loudly—I'm a star!
Among the biggest known to man
Distinctly visible from afar
so don't look for me at Cannes!
I'm an interstella' fella red
hypergiant pulsating fireball
which drives the ladies mad!
Living large in the Milky Way G
I'm bright and sizzlin' hot as can be
Full of soul, a potential black hole
So move it on ova' while I supernova!
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© 2020 Mark Toney.  All rights reserved.

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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Seizing Control of Fate

In time's entourage fate does travel.

For as our years pass by, fate remains always present.

With a fickel temperment fate weaves together the outcomes of lives.

and even when fate finishes it's weave, it may, with time's consent, alter it's work.

So a man's fate is never certain,

and remains capricious,

for as time moves forward, fate remains vigil.

Prepare to unravel and reconstruct a life.

Yet somehow,

someway man may control fate's hands.

If he acts with honor,

and courage

then perhaps he may force fate to rethink her construction.

A person need only take initiative

and fate may change in a way unconsidered.

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She is

Location

79938
United States
31° 50' 25.3824" N, 105° 55' 22.764" W

She is my life, she is my heart,
She is not like you, treated horribly by her differences, tearing me apart.
To you, she is not from this world, an inferior girl,
Her difference in culture, the difference in her skin tone, not accustomed to your traditional white pearls.
But yet she is like diamonds, strong and beautiful,
accepting you with love, because she knows we're all equal.
She is still a person, a soul, a woman, a human being,
hoping to one day erase, the ignorance from what you are seeing.

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rgalle66

my first

7 Rules of Life

1) Make peace with your past so it does effect your future.

2) What others say about you isn't your business. Move on!

3) Time heals almost everything, give it time. Don't rush time!

4) Don't compare your life to others. Don't judge others. We all on different journeies. 

5) It's okay to not know everything at the moment. It will all come to unexpectedly.

6) You are in charge of your own happiness. Self-happiness is necessary!

7) Smile. You don't own everyone problems. 

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Final Peace

When the damage is done
Our eyes will no longer see the sun
Time to close them for good
Lay me down to meet my mother in pine wood
The life I lived will surely be misunderstood
I will be okay
One day with my eyes sewn shut

I want to stare at the sunset when I go
That way I won't be alone
Burning down but not burning out
I'll still visit you with my shadow
Teach you to embrace the dark
For blindness leads to more kindness than you know

I see you to the other side
Laced in the rags of a hand me down bride
Stained and bathed in soft moon light
There will be no need to fight

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Blood_Rainicorn

This is for my Grandfather, who always believed something special resided in me