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Does anyone need slurs,
from slandering neighbors?
Should it bother anyone,
that people seek after God?

Would it be better, to have
vile people influencing those,
with whom you have interaction
on a regular or daily basis?

What benefit can there be,
when individuals choose to
callously break their oaths?
Are they friend-worthy?

Ideas of no absolute truth
are destructive forces, meant
to ruin our relationship
with the one, true God.

Can anyone really be
hurt by unyielding Truth,
when it uncovers the lies
that people are living?
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Inspired by:
Psa 15

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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2016, All rights reserved.
Trevon Haywood Jan 2016
It's too sad for me to be gone.
Because I'm gonna stand by you.
So, i can protect you from cold-blooded situations.
And even if I can't find heaven, faith is always around you.
When it rains, I'll be dry under my umbrella with you forever.
Because, no one should be left alone in my own lifetime.

Anonymous. 1/25/2016.
Pedro munoz Jan 2016
I wept by your side,
But you were much too worried about yourself to take note of it.
I didn't want you to notice because I knew you wouldn't care.
That made me weep more.

You ask if my thoughts are balanced,
I reply with a smile that, "I'm doing okay".
You're not satisfied with the answer,
But yet you move on.

When I'm staring at a plaster wall, for moment after moment with no movement, you watch me.
 I feel that it's my lost eyes with an empty expression that you're trying to read.
I slowly and inconspicuously begin to scroll through my head, for positive emotions to display on my face.

I'd love to let you know what I'm chewing over in my head
But you wouldn't want that burden.
Our taste has always been different.

So I'll sit in silence,
and when you think I'm tired 
Because of my swollen eye lids and blood shot eyes,
It's really because I wept by your side.
Rhymeme Poet Jan 2016
Punctuation Is Such A Wonderful Invention, Except The Period, Which Defies Us On All Dimensions.

Logic Loses Out When It's That Time. Words Become Fodder In A Vicious Mind.

Dignity Disappears, Their Fangs Become Exposed. You Tease The Tiger Using That Word, I Suppose.
Poetryforpotheads.com
Àŧùl Jan 2016
When you feel you're alone,
Cut off from this cruel world,
Your instinct's telling you to run.

Listen to your heart,
Those angel voices,
They'll sing to you,
They'll be your guide
Back home.

When life leaves us blind,
Love keeps us kind,
It keeps us kind.

When you've suffered enough,
And your spirit is breaking,
You're growing desperate from the fight.

Remember you're loved,
And you always will be,
This melody will bring you right
Back home.

When life leaves us blind,
Love keeps us kind.
When life leaves us blind,
Love keeps us kind.

Ohhhhh Ohhhhhh!
Ohhhhh Ohhhhhh!
Ohhhhh Ohhhhhh!
My favourite song in this grim mood.
©Linkin Park
Àŧùl Jan 2016
A long, narrow & deep crevice
Is called a ditch.

Abandoning a man on the way,
Is also called to ditch.

All differences lie in the source,
Second one is done by a *****.
My HP Poem #987
©Atul Kaushal
Rhymeme Poet Jan 2016
I'm A  Poet, Writer Of The Highest Order. When I Put Pen To Paper, There Are No Borders.
I Can Introduce You To The Amazing, Vaccinate You With Hope.   I Can Clean Your Thoughts Like Pope-On-A-Rope.
I Give All Of My Innards My Deepest Insides, All Of My Tears And My Purposeful Pride.
Thoughtlessness Is A Common Malady, You Should Think Twice Before It Infects Me.
Akash mazumdar Dec 2015
Today i got some papers written  by you for me,
In reply of my limitless feelings,
Most of the replies are not about the questions i asked ,
Your most of writings about your frustrations & problems from me in vast ,
Every new letter got nothing new to read,
Even when I expressed every phase of me,
In the starting of our relationship,
You accepted all but already putted a limitation,
But i still believed in you ,
& what i got in response that am not loving you through,
With your expectations,
Our conversations depicted a theory,
That i was living in the feel of primitive real love story,
In which a boy& girl loved each other,
From the soul and spent their life together ,
Less calls less communication,
When i asked the reason,
Your response forced me to realise,
I was not there from any corner or in any size,
Bundles of word I wrote & hardly heard any appreciation,
Likewise before me my fellows sensed,
You lost interest in me like the previous guy who caught and banned,
Just because he opted another girl also,
Alongside to support you from head to toe,
When my eyes opened & i understood the circumstances,
I asked you that we're gonna apart,
But **** it was done your side & heart,
Okay on valentines day the breakup it was,
Ink letters freshed up the eighteen months experience again ,
Let's close it until i open my inner locker to get ur maintain
Julie Grenness Dec 2015
A tribute in our golden years,
As  I recollect, no poignant tears,
I glimpsed him in my peripheral vision,
By now, we're both older editions,
A friend of a friend of  a friend,
Floating away like golden pollen,
I trust my thoughts to him do wend,
That was  once a quote, I sigh,
" I did but see him passing by,"
Crying and weeping is not for me,
Glancing at such distant memories,
Yes, a friend of a friend of a friend,
Floated away like stardust pollen,
I reminisce, such a dear,
A tribute in our golden years.
A whimsy, feedback welcome.
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