Your Poetry Dot Com

Welcome to Your Poetry Dot Com - Read, Rate, Comment on, or Submit Poetry. Browse Poetry Forums, or just enjoy other parts of our poetic community.
One of the largest databases of poetry on the net, now over 198,500+ poems!

Poems On Site: 198,500+ Comments On Poems: 427,000+ Forum Posts: 105,000+

Custom Search


Welcome !	Home · FAQ · Topics · Web Links · Your Account · Submit Poetry · Top 30 · OldSite Link	29-May 20:26:10 AEST

Menu

· Our eBay Store

· Error Submit

Poetry

· Submit Poetry

· Least Read Poems

· Members Listing

· Old Site Post 2001

· Old Site Pre 2001

· Poetry Archive

· Public Domain Poetry

Stories

· Stories (NEW ! )

· Submit Story

· Story Topics

· Stories Archive

· Story Search

Community

· Our Poetry Forums

· Our Arcade
100's of Games !

Site Help

· FAQ

· Feedback

Members Areas

· Your Account

· Members Journals

· Premium Sign-Up

Premium Section

· Special Section

· Premium Poems

· Premium Submit

· Premium Search

· Premium Archive

· Premium Topics

Fun & Games

· Jokes

· Bubble Puzzle

· Cross Word Easy

· Word Hunt

Reference

· Dictionary (Rhyming)

· Site Updates

· Special Content

Search

Top

Help This Site

· Donations

Others

· Moderators

Our Other Sites

· Embroidery Design Store
· Your Jokes
· Special Urls
· JM Embroideries
· Public Domain Poetry and Stories
· Diamond Dotz
· Cooking Info and Recipes
· Quoof - Australian Story

Social

Array ( [sid] => 177664 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Needing Mothers Love [time] => 2014-01-25 03:08:08 [hometext] => [bodytext] => If we are going to end this war, we must stop acting like the enemy.

This battle against our planet is something we should never win.
Countless crimes against humanity, death tolls in the name of freedom.
Lost in our actions, unable to see that we dampen the rights we are sworn to protect.

This is our world, these life forces have the same rights as everyone else.
Profit should not be the way to darkness.
Rebuilding is the key.
Giving back what we take to even the balance.
Planting what we sow so we have life for our crops.
Crops for our lives.

This is the air we breathe.
We filter our own homes while polluting our neighbors.
Selling trash for the ability to have our own luscious lawns.
Selling our own toxic sludge so a poorer country can make Penny's building our toys.

They say without the system we would be lost.
We are already lost, we are just too blind to see how far off the path we wandered.
We grind down the stones to block out the very thing that created us.
Not only are we without sight, greed has filled our hearts damaging our own logic.
Division has already split us down he middle.

Tomorrow has better questions.
It is our same answers that stop us from moving forward.
Our hearts crowded with the material, irony in the immaterial.
Leaving our mothers love by the side of the paved road.
Forgetting the feel of her body, the scent of her passion.
That all things come from her.
We are the ungrateful children.
Only needing to see our mistakes.
So we can finally start growing up.

[comments] => 2 [counter] => 434 [topic] => 43 [informant] => lostrelic [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )

Needing Mothers Love

Contributed by lostrelic on Saturday, 25th January 2014 @ 03:08:08 AM in AEST
Topic: oops

If we are going to end this war, we must stop acting like the enemy.

This battle against our planet is something we should never win.
Countless crimes against humanity, death tolls in the name of freedom.
Lost in our actions, unable to see that we dampen the rights we are sworn to protect.

This is our world, these life forces have the same rights as everyone else.
Profit should not be the way to darkness.
Rebuilding is the key.
Giving back what we take to even the balance.
Planting what we sow so we have life for our crops.
Crops for our lives.

This is the air we breathe.
We filter our own homes while polluting our neighbors.
Selling trash for the ability to have our own luscious lawns.
Selling our own toxic sludge so a poorer country can make Penny's building our toys.

They say without the system we would be lost.
We are already lost, we are just too blind to see how far off the path we wandered.
We grind down the stones to block out the very thing that created us.
Not only are we without sight, greed has filled our hearts damaging our own logic.
Division has already split us down he middle.

Tomorrow has better questions.
It is our same answers that stop us from moving forward.
Our hearts crowded with the material, irony in the immaterial.
Leaving our mothers love by the side of the paved road.
Forgetting the feel of her body, the scent of her passion.
That all things come from her.
We are the ungrateful children.
Only needing to see our mistakes.
So we can finally start growing up.

Copyright © lostrelic ... [ 2014-01-25 03:08:08]
(Date/Time posted on site)

Advertisments:

Previous Posted Poem | | Next Posted Poem

Sorry, comments are no longer allowed for anonymous, please register for a free membership to access this feature and more

All comments are owned by the poster. Your Poetry Dot Com is not responsible for the content of any comment.
That said, if you find an offensive comment, please contact via the FeedBack Form with details, including poem title etc.

Re: Needing Mothers Love (User Rating: 1 )
by softerware on Saturday, 25th January 2014 @ 03:17:12 AM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)

Wow. "We are the ungratful children".. that really stuck with me. You're right, we are.
Our logic is damaged..colored by our experience telling us to get what we can, while we can, and to hell with the rest.
a throw away world.
Hope you can wake us up before there is nothing left to recycle.
softerware

Re: Needing Mothers Love (User Rating: 1 )
by EveAlone on Sunday, 6th April 2014 @ 01:49:11 PM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)

"We are already lost, we are just too blind to see how far off the path we wandered."

This is fantastic. I was feeling the same thoughts as I wrote my poem that I submitted today. Then "Not only are we without sight, greed has filled our hearts damaging our own logic" Such truth in that. When will we stop being so greedy. We have enough in this world for everyone, yet we fail to see the error of our current ways.

If more and more of us would see, and feel, like you have and do, perhaps we could open our eyes and our hearts.

While every care is taken to ensure the general sites content is family safe, our moderators cannot be in all places; all the time. Please report poetry and or comments that are in breach of our site rules HERE (Please include poem title or url). Parents also please ensure that you supervise your children well when they are on the internet; regardless of what a site says about being, or being considered, child-safe.

Poetry is much like a great photo, a single "moment in time" capturing many feelings and emotions. Yet, they are very alive; creating stirrings within the readers who form visual "pictures" of the expressed emotions within the Poem. ©

Opinions expressed in the poetry, comments, forums etc. on this site are not necessarily those of this site, its owners and/or operators; but of the individuals who post items to this site.
Frequently Asked Questions | | | Privacy Policy | | | Contact Webmaster

All submitted items are Copyright © to their submitter. All the rest Copyright © 2002-2050 by Your Poetry Dot Com

All logos and trademarks in this site are property of their respective owners.

Script Generation Time: 0.052 Seconds. - View our Site Map | .© your-poetry.com