21. I Heard The Voices Scream
I heard the voices scream
“Nigger, best shut your mouth.”
When prejudice ran wild
While hatred ruled the south
I heard the voices scream
“Nigger, best shut your mouth.”
When prejudice ran wild
While hatred ruled the south
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I paused to stand and watch a man who had come to the road's divide.
My wonder soared as I watched his stare slowly shift from side to side.
He stood as if not noticing that many passed him by.
They moved without a second glance down the road most traveled by.
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I'm trying to find something to base my life upon,
Something in this strange world that goes on and on.
As the years go by and time fades away,
What used to be "good days" are now filled with dismay.
This poem touched me as well. I really don't want to go back in time, but I want to start my life again and change things around and do what I want to do. I want to live somewhere else and...
Time is endless but goes too fast.
You long for the future, then yearn for the past.
Summer's heat quickly turns to frost,
A child grows, their innocence lost.
Ebony,
That is a super poem.
It contains such excellent observations and truth.
Congratulations on the poem.
God bless.
I was happy when I was a lad.
It wasn't all good, but it wasn't half bad.
We played with sticks we played with stones;
You,
You are so deceiving.
When you come into my life,
You make me feel the best I can,
I was going through emails and I saved all the poems of the week so I could go back and read them when I was done. I read kinda fast through them because I usually don't reply or really give...
The clouds never break
Like blue waters do
On this Island of Pain.
How can I stand true?
Take me back to those simpler times
When all I sang were nursery rhymes,
When stealing chocolates was my only crime,
When sleep used to come early, at nine,
This poem is very relatable. I remember always wanting to act like an adult and dressing up like one. Looking back, I should have enjoyed being a kid for as long as I could. Let this remind...
Back in the day, life was so clear
Families gathered and shared in the cheer
We spent our Pounds, Schillings and Pence
A time when our society had more sense
Wow, a telling reminiscence. Looks like we've come a long way. But there is hope, especially with poems like this to remind and encourage us towards better living.
Try as I may, try as I do,
there are days when I wish
I could go back
to the girl I used to be
Thinking back on my life, when I was a little child,
So outrageous and bubbly doing things that were wild.
Thinking back on my life, all those wonderful years,
Not a care in the world, no worries, no fears.
My daughter is a heroin addict. FOUR rehabs. In jail so many times, I can't even count. She lost custody of both kids. There hasn't been a day for 7 years that I have not lifted her up to...
Great job. I really like it. Putting on our wings and taking another chance could be the very best thing for us.
I’m always amazed how
You stand so very tall,
How you never give in,
You bend but do not fall.
every day changes you
sometimes a lot
sometimes barely
but life never stops
The earth spins like a rolling ball.
Stars shine bright then fade away.
Darkness melts and turns to light.
The sunrise starts another day.
If it wasn't for Waze taking me further than I needed
Or the turn in the road and back to find the entrance
If it wasn't for the endless pull in bays, grass verge mounts and slower than reasonable taxi's without decency to wave as I waited patiently for those to pass me by
I wouldn't have been there then. At that exact time.
I stand before the mirror
A stranger stares at me
I've been replaced by someone else
They're standing where I used to be.
I can feel my heart beating beneath my chest.
Why do you scream at me? All I do is my best.
My life is a nightmare, only I am awake.
Why was it my fault? Where was my mistake?
I get it. It's the same for me except it's my mom that hates me. I'm afraid of her, and you literally just described what goes on in my house with her.
Letting go doesn’t
always look how you think it will.
Sometimes it happens all at once.
Sometimes it’s in phases.
Amongst the midnight sky,
I stare at a rose as it dies.
Its pedals are torn and bruised,