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Welcome to the land of the soulless, here no souls rest,
We match to mourn another murdered in silence, where do our screams go ??,
Welcome to the land where dreams dry, and a mother cries for her son on foreign soils,
She did not send him here to die, would not let him come here
Had she known for who would hold her hand, or stroke her face,
Or fill that hole of empty baby space, or who will equate her of her grief.

Welcome to a place where people looses lives in urban streets,
Cops cry, say, begged him  not to die,
Defense says he fits the profile,
Righteous say, he never should have drawn gun anyway,
He never should have trap sun anyway,
What are we still doing here anyway still jury say, ****** is justified,
And cops went right to life, while that brother is still without his.

Welcome to the land where justice forgot,
Where we fight battles with the have not's,
Where our blood runs,
Where man sets suns,
Where our trust parts,
Where we come last,
Where  we are suspects by those who choose to lead than serve.

Welcome to the place where official open season has been called for all civilians,
Welcome to a land where we don't need a reason,
Welcome to a life of clipped wings,
Aeroplane dreams will cut your life short,
Our dark voice become dark spots.

No freedom songs sung here,
No key for cager,
No place for changer,
This is not a stage for rage here,
Its just confusion here,
Its just frustration here.

So welcome to the land of false hope, and no uniform,
Welcome to my last days of trust in blue,
Welcome to my homely city,
Can i help you ?
I have written this poem behind great inspiration of a sister, a mother, a friend, a role model in poetry Bassey Ikpi~Dialo. All the loses we have in life from our beloved ones leaves a grief in us,..it's human nature.We must embrace where we came from, it here, it home,...welcome.
L Sep 2015
With the memory of sweet honey comb in mouth and the sting of nettles on my fingertips,
I am coming home to myself.
It is easy to forget where my heart lies;
silencing it when it calls out from my chest or giving it over to someone with careless hands.
I was once a child whose heart spoke in a language only I and nature could understand
so I sit here, struggling to remember my native tongue;
my hands still stinging, my teeth still stained with the sweetness
and a heart that is saying "welcome home"
AM Aug 2015
How you treat me
cause I welcome you
too much
Anto MacRuairidh Jul 2015
The poem formerly known as 'First taste of bitter' has been rewritten to reflect the lovely people who inhabit this etheral poetic wonderland that is home to many and a refuge to many - inspired by HP's own Elsa
- thank you Elsa  :))

My first taste of HP

I was welcomed right away
Day one I had three friends
Peter Hamilton, Cecil and Ana
Is where my HP journey began

From another site I'd arrived
Not seeking fortunes or fame
Just a place to share poems
With people who feel the same

I've always been so welcome here
~ always made to feel at home
Thats down to the friendly poets
Who you all are, you know.

So many, many friendly souls
My, how that list has grown
Thank you HP - I glad I came...
I no longer feel alone



Special thank also to - Poetessa Diabolica, Niamh, Coleen, Shanna, Wolf, Brandon, Evie, ridicule, Beryl Dov, Donna and Sleeping Bag. Much love to everyone who knows me. X
HP =
H.elpful P.ositivity ,
H.ome (of) P.oets ,
H.appy P.eople
H.eartfelt P.oetry

Some readers will find that they have already liked this although they havent even read this (revised poem) - DONT PANIC! - as The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy would say. It appears that I have done something naughty by renaming and rewriting a poem that was previously read and rated. Thank you all. :)
mk Jul 2015
in the polluted streets
i can finally breathe

in the unsafe streets
is where i find peace

the filthy streets
and extreme heat
welcome me
back home
// its so good to be back where i belong //
oh my stars May 2015
Welcome to the lives that we once left behind.
Bask in our self-hatred and misery.
God knows, no-one else will.
We won't.

Somewhere faraway is a girl who was once me.
She'll smile and she'll laugh
Because she doesn't know what is to come,
She doesn't know she will be me.

Innocence became pain,
Love became hate,
And life was insignificant.
Our hope was

Flattened out until the edge of doom.
And we followed this doom.
Up,
Down,
Left,
Right,
We followed.

No more does beauty linger here-
It is lost.
Just like everything else,
Just like us.
RoKu May 2013
Morning voice whispers:
Stillness and silence bring and guide the soul from the darkness into the door of light, bring hopes, bring tears of happiness, and dancing into the new breath of life, rebirth and producing "healthy baby"...  And known that I'm loved I'm being blessed.

Poetry replies:
All welcome... As the dews in the morning shimmering the rays of love to the world... All welcome... As the morning air cleanses the past burdens... Purifies the bloodstream of mind and heart to the point (of no return) where freedom exhilarates life; envisions the paths for greater humanity and God's glory... All welcome...
Thomas EG May 2015
You're back...
You have returned and I am relieved.
This family welcomes you with open arms.
I sense the same feelings that I have, within you.
You resent the hugs, the acts of love, and I know that it is for similar reasons.
(But it is in fact nothing serious!)
You offer open arms to me and I accept your embrace, with pleasure.
I missed you.
Sometimes I hate how I can see parts of you in myself, but then I remember what a beautiful person you are and I am okay.
You are a beautiful person and I am okay.
I admire you and I am okay.
*I missed you.
My sis is back from Rome for a few days pow pow pow
Michial Apr 2015
When I was alone, You welcomed me
When I was depressed, You welcomed me
When I had given up, You welcomed me
Truly and sincerely life has brought me down
But you welcomed me, kept me safe and sane
And if you ever feel that way
I will welcome you just the same
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