Tag: poetry

God’s perspective

Personally, I am an atheist, but I was asked to write a piece on what god would want to say to us if we did believe. This may help you decide if you should believe in a god or not.

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You asked for strength, I gave you difficulties to make you strong.

You asked for wisdom, I gave you problems to solve.

You asked for courage, I gave you dangers to overcome.

You asked for love, I gave you a heart.

I gave you nothing you wanted; you received everything you needed.

I have answered your prayers.

 

I gave you a brain for knowledge, you invented crime.

I gave you hands, you created weapons.

I gave you fresh air, you pollute it.

I gave you healthy lungs, you destroy them with smoke.

I gave you clean water, yet you don’t share.

I gave you everything you needed; you did what you wanted.

Answer your own prayers.

 

I gave you peace. You chose war.

 

#mentalhealthawareness

The blade is cold,

But not old

 

I didn’t go deep

I didn’t even weep

 

Just one cut is all I need

And my mind goes calm, while my cut bleeds.

 

It was harmless but helped so much

I stopped being mad and such

 

No more angry thoughts went through my mind

Just fascination, everything else left behind.

 

I can finally breathe

My demon is at ease,

 

Is it too late for me?

I thought I was getting better, but I only pretended to be.

 

The cut now stains my arm

Nothing big, nothing to cause much harm

 

A cat scratch is what I’ll say

But I doubt people will see any day,

 

I’m a lost soul on this land

My mind’s drifting, my body sinking in sand

 

Maybe I’m only meant to be there for others

Don’t the daughters learn from their mothers?

 

Only my mother does not know me.

She only sees who she wants to see,

 

There’s no way her sweet child

Cut her arm to keep her mind from going wild,

 

Does she realise her actions affect me so?

That sometimes she causes me to hit my low?

 

Oh well. My name does not matter, it’s the story my friend

The one with a strong beginning, unclear middle, but no end.

 

It’s a screwed-up world even a blind man could see

That to fake happiness you have to be who others expect you to be.

Lest we forget

What do you know about Remembrance Day?

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Here’s what I know:

This year celebrates the 100th anniversary since the war finished in 1918.

It’s always celebrated on a Sunday, closest to the 11th.

There’s a 2 minute silence to honour the soldiers, held at the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month, marking the end of the First World War.

The poppy symbolises a memorial to those who died in World War I.

It is also known as Armistice Day.

For the Fallen – Laurence Binyon

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:

Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.

At the going down of the sun and in the morning,

We will remember them.

Life is…

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‘Life is like a box of chocolates,

You never quite know what you’re going to get.’

Life is like a roller-coaster,

You never know what is coming.

Life is like a sky-dive,

You never know quite what you’re going to fall into.

Life is like a long tunnel,

You never know when it’s going to end.

Life is like a path,

You never know what’s around the next corner.

Life is like a book,

Don’t judge it by its cover.

Life is like a maze,

You never know if you took the right turn.

Life is like a pencil case,

It’s full of disorganisation.

Life is like a packet of sweets,

Some are sweet; some are sour.

Life is like a journey,

You never know what’s going to happen along the way.

Life is like a maze,

You don’t know which direction to go.

Life is like a story,

Everything happens for a reason.

Life is like a football match,

You don’t know what the score will be.

Life is like a present,

It’s full of surprises!

Life is like a paper clip,

It holds everybody together.

Life is like a photo,

Each one holds a different story.

Life is like a newspaper,

You don’t know what’s on the next page.

Life is like the universe.

                                                         It never stops changing…

What is life to you?