Life Poems
+30i told God i was hurting
God said i know
i told God i cry alot
God said that is why i give you tears
i told God i feel depressed
God said that is why i give you sunshine
i told God i feel alone
God said that is why i give you loved ones
i told God my love one is dead
God said i watched mines nailed to the cross
i asked God where?
God said mines is on my right and yours is your light
I told God i was hurting
God said i know
This poem was written/submitted by Tateanna Pender.
+42Day by day,
my hair my minde
whonting to fit in
was always a dream
of mine,
Day by day,
Morfing into someone
elts into a person i do
not know
but a friend of mine
saved me frome changin in
to a strager back to who i
was befor i had this flu
with no name.
This poem was written/submitted by Sarah Pellegrino.
+11“Love is never real,
heartbrokens all you feel,
you say you hate life with a burning passion,
but why is it good as you burn his ashes.
This poem was written/submitted by Grace Broach.
+7“Take my hand,
its always near,
every crash,every tear,
as you start to fall apart,
always remember,you’re in my heart.
This poem was written/submitted by Grace Broach.
+24 “Roll of thunder,hear me cry,
as I close my tear filled eyes,
watch me hang my head in sigh,
as the angels start to fly.”
This poem was written/submitted by Grace Broach.
+24 so numb,
i cant feel,
so numb,
is this life even real,
im so numb,
i cut to feel pain,
because even though it hurts,
it helps to keep me sane,
im so numb,
way to many pills,
im so numb,
and i just want to feel.
This poem was written/submitted by lisha len.
+46 A single snowflake falls to the ground
Slowly, swiftly, not making a sound
Men and women, old and young
March on and on, one by one
The ones that couldn’t keep up were shot
Their bodies left on the ground to rot
One hundred thousand people were dead
The pure white snow turned a deep dark red
As more and more of the snowflakes fall
Some of the victims attempt to crawl
And keep up with the pace for their dear lives
Wondering whenever they will arrive
The wind howls, and the night is rough
But they still march on, yet they’ve had enough
The solders hold guns to their backs
If the prisoners run, they’re ready to attack
They keep on marching, day by day
Trying to stay alive they pray
Almost half the group is already dead
On the pure white snow, they have bled
Now it’s almost the end of the road
The prisoners don’t know where they will go
Starved and weak they are put in trains
Designed for cattle, and are starved again
Many die along the way
Others will see the light of day
There are not many left on this dreadful walk
Marching together, like a tiny flock
The snow begins to fall again
Oh when will this march never ending stop?
This poem was written/submitted by lisha len.
