Life Is...
Life is...
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Sad
Angering
Overwhelming
Hard
Confusing
Worth It.
Life is what you think it is, and nothing more.
This poem is about:
Our world
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As I look into the mirror
Hope.
One word.
One syllable.
Four letters.
Two vowels.
Two consonants.
Containing a silent e.
Hope.
As my aunt lies in the hospital bed.
As my family cries and their faces begin to turn red.
As her husband holds her hand.
Kisses her palm and tells her he’ll never let go.
Hope.
As the world collapses.
As the Earth cries with every drop of blood spilled on the ground.
As innocent children are being killed for being black.
As people are dying from hunger
As businessmen run for president and vow to make America great again.
As if it was ever great to begin with.
Hope.
What would the world be without hope?
Hope.
As I look in the mirror.
And see a better future.
Where gay people can hold hands in public, and kiss on the street.
Where they won’t be judged, ostracized, killed.
Hope.
The true essence of civilization.
Of humans.
When everything seems to go wrong.
As your neighbor gets shot in a drive-by shooting.
As your lover is hospitalized.
As you pray for them, pray for their healing.
You feel hope.
And to me, hope is the one thing I can’t live without.
Without hope, there is no better future to look forward to.
Without hope, there is no will to change.
No will to become better.
No will to help others.
Because without hope…
Why try at all?
This poem is about:
Our world
Random Poem
Don't forget the roads you've walked or the roads you denied
Don't forget who've been there for you from day one
Forget the sh** you've done it's not too late to turn back to the way you once were
Don't deny your heritage or recreate your life to please another
Please remember who you were once before
Before the sh** you called home
Before the people you called homies
Forget what people say it ain't you
You got the heart of a lion but the mind of a maniac
Don't let yourself become the problem. Be the solution.
Everyone wants you to fall. Laugh in their face rise to the top.
Higher than the ceiling like ooo la la look who it is
It's not too late to turn back and be who you were before
Before the media intervened. Before we listened to what we read
Beauty ain't skin deep it's heart deep.
Forget the sh** you've been through
Forget the scars on your wrists and body honey you battling the war
Remember when we were kids how things were once before
Remember who you are and never let go.
I'll be the bright light in the dark to guide you through
I'll be your angel in the night watching over you.
Forget the past and live for tomorrow
Most of all remember who you are and never let go.
Right person, wrong time
I love everything about you
I love the way you make me feel
I love being around you
I love talking to you
I love wearing your jacket and holding your hand
But you aren’t mine
You never were
Sonnet I
How could I forget the things you have done,
Love that once hung on the walls- now destroyed,
Why was it my heart that had to be won?
The life within me left when you deployed.
The seasons changed and it became cold out,
A knock on the door confirmed my worst fears,
My heart was shriveled and so filled with doubt.
How was I supposed to forget four years?
Your square face never to be again seen,
I whisper, no it cannot be- not him,
A damaged world so cold, a world so mean.
The denial set, my eyes going dim.
But at last, I saw the truth much later,
The noose stole my neck, a vial dictator.
Awareness of Domestic Abuse
She holds up her arm only to show the bruises,
The bruises she has are from what he chooses,
They are not her own, but from a fight,
One day she hopes that she could take flight,
She goes through her drawers, tossing and turning,
Hoping to find the money she was earning,
Only to acquire about fifty cents,
She knew all of her money he had spent,
She has tried to run away, but he is always on guard,
Screaming, yelling, and hitting her hard,
She cannot be alone, except in the morning,
Just enough time for her to draw a warning,
A little black dot on her hand is all,
She walks with him, hoping someone hears her silent call,
A group of kids pass her on the street,
They do not even look over, so she accepts defeat,
If only they had seen the black dot on her hand,
Then she could be saved and do what God had planned.
Guide that inspired this poem:
Panic Attack
My heart races
Tears form
Breathing struggles
This happens often
She yells then leaves
Someone says 'shut up'
I try to stay calm
But I feel like I'm suffocating
The panic rises
I want to cry
To hid away
To bad my asthma has kicked in
There is only one thing to do
Lose the door
Take deep breaths
And pray I don't pass out
Everyone is asleep
But my throat closes up
I feel claustrophobic
In my empty room
Darkness arrives finally
There are no dreams
Only nightmares
Panic attacks me even when I fall asleep
To Be A Dreamer
He closes his eyes just for a minute,
And runs to a place where his troubles end:
A wondrous world—he’s free to explore it—
In which human confinements break and bend.
Further along when he meets the locals,
They instantly realize he’s different;
Wanting to learn their traditions and morals,
His spoken words line-up with what he meant.
Others, however, don’t share his ideas.
The authorities have selfish motives—
Forsaking this new world for their own bliss:
In this nightmare place, no one cares who lives.
But this can all be just a dream for Jake,
For he’s a dreamer and dreamers must wake.
Trapped
Enclosed within a space
With no place to move,
Sweat forming along my brow,
Heart pounding abnormally,
Heat clinging like a baby's fist,
When they first hold their parents hand,
Palms pounding the surrounding walls,
But they are unwilling to bend,
Trapped like a rabbit in a snare,
Struggling to get out,
The sickness of fear invades
The chance to be free so close,
Bound like a prisoner in chains,
Begging to be set free,
Hope as carefree as prey,
Before it knows the predator,
The air begins to thin,
Suffocation to an end,
Confined to die alone,
Never to see light again.
This poem is about:
Our world
My Sister
My sister
Like looking in a mirror
The only one who truly know me
My sister
Catches me when I fall
Does not judge me
My sister
Since the moment she was born
She was my best friend
My sister
Never could I live without
My soul mate
My sister
No matter what
I love you
My sister
This poem is about:
My family