A ligkaribe Poem - Forbiden

Why does it have to be this way with you?
Why does your embrace hurt me so?
Stop, please stop
Why won’t you stop
It hurts

Are you lost?
Lost just like me
Or are you worse than me?

You asked
Why do you always have to do the right thing?
I ask
Why do you always have to do the wrong thing?
Why must there always be pain?

Where are you going?
Nowhere
Your tomorrows are just like your yesterdays
And so every day for you is today

Were are you coming from?
Nowhere
For where you came from you can never go back
And so its as good as it never was

Where are you now?
Here
here with me, wishing and hoping that through me
you might gain a past, have a future


You were never there
You are just here
Going nowhere

How can I not feel you
How can I not hear you
How can I escape you

Taken by you
You claimed me as your own
That laugh , that voice
Laced with contempt
This is all you can be
The heat of your presence
Your touch
Your nearness terrifying

let your cucumbers go by Brown Trout @ all poetry.com

I just loved this one, so funny

Let Your Cucumbers Go by Brown Trout

Oh, go ahead and put your pickles in a jar...
say that these things are important to you,
and that you might want to munch on them later.

They are stagnant and old and reek of past mistakes
why would anyone want to rehash these rubber fruits?
Vinegar and water will not be enough
to save the things that have died to me as of late,
and I am not hungry for outdated modes of thinking.

Now pass the mustard and shut up.

The Inquisitive Bee by RevMark59 @ allpoetry.com

A different perspective on the same issue,

The Inquisitive Bee by RevMark59

Once upon a fairytale,
Was born a baby bee,
And life’s mysteries filled him
With curiosity.

He had so many questions,
Like: why was he alive?
He’d made himself a nuisance,
The black sheep of the hive.

One day there came a hornet,
During Fall migration,
Who attacked the peaceful hive
Without provocation.

The young bee’s fellow workers
Met the hornet’s attack,
He watched them fight with honor,
Driving the monster back.

But the loss of life was great,
Many bees paid the price,
Never once hesitating
To make this sacrifice.

Yet the inquisitive bee
Could only wonder why.
Why fight if a single sting
Could cause each bee to die?

He went searching for answers,
To explain what he’d seen.
He questioned every worker,
And even asked the queen.

What is the point of fighting
If lives are always lost?
Could this battle have been worth
Such a terrible cost?

When the queen shared her answer,
He didn’t understand.
She said “many more would die
If none dare take a stand.”

“For every bee in the hive
Would feel the hornet’s bite,
Had the few who lost their lives
Been unwilling to fight.”

So the inquisitive bee
Decided to depart.
If fighting was the answer,
Then he would have no part.

“I’d rather keep my stinger,”
Was his only reply.
“If we don’t provoke hornets
Nobody has to die.”

So he packed up his honey,
And abandoned the hive.
The queen’s warring attitude,
Meant he might not survive.

So he set out on his own,
In search of some place nice.
But no matter where he looked,
He found no paradise.

He was nearly killed by wasps,
Attacked by hornets twice,
A bullfrog tried to eat him,
And he was chased by mice.

So the inquisitive bee
Decided to return.
He would go back to the queen
And tell her what he learned.

He heard the sounds of battle,
As he approached the hive.
He wondered about the queen,
If she was still alive.

Besieged by a dragonfly,
The bees were trapped inside.
He could see, upon approach,
Some had already died.

He surprised the dragonfly,
And stung him in the back.
That moment of distraction
Gave them room to attack.

The dragonfly was beaten,
And as he turned to flee,
The queen came to the side of
The inquisitive bee.

He said: “I know the answerT
hat is why I’ve returned.
Because I’d like you to know
The lessons I have learned.”
“But my time here has ended.

My queen, please take my hand,
Be comforted in knowing,
I finally understand…”

The Inquisitive Bee by RevMark59 @ allpoetry.com

A different perspective on the same issue,
The Inquisitive Bee by RevMark59
Once upon a fairytale,
Was born a baby bee,
And life’s mysteries filled him
With curiosity.
He had so many questions,
Like: why was he alive?
He’d made himself a nuisance,
The black sheep of the hive.
One day there came a hornet,
During Fall migration,
Who attacked the peaceful hive
Without provocation.
The young bee’s fellow workers
Met the hornet’s attack,
He watched them fight with honor,
Driving the monster back.
But the loss of life was great,
Many bees paid the price,
Never once hesitating
To make this sacrifice.
Yet the inquisitive bee
Could only wonder why.
Why fight if a single sting
Could cause each bee to die?
He went searching for answers,
To explain what he’d seen.
He questioned every worker,
And even asked the queen.
What is the point of fighting
If lives are always lost?
Could this battle have been worth
Such a terrible cost?
When the queen shared her answer,
He didn’t understand.
She said “many more would die
If none dare take a stand.”
“For every bee in the hive
Would feel the hornet’s bite,
Had the few who lost their lives
Been unwilling to fight.”
So the inquisitive bee
Decided to depart.
If fighting was the answer,
Then he would have no part.
“I’d rather keep my stinger,”
Was his only reply.
“If we don’t provoke hornets
Nobody has to die.”
So he packed up his honey,
And abandoned the hive.
The queen’s warring attitude,
Meant he might not survive.
So he set out on his own,
In search of some place nice.
But no matter where he looked,
He found no paradise.
He was nearly killed by wasps,
Attacked by hornets twice,
A bullfrog tried to eat him,
And he was chased by mice.
So the inquisitive bee
Decided to return.
He would go back to the queen
And tell her what he learned.
He heard the sounds of battle,
As he approached the hive.
He wondered about the queen,
If she was still alive.
Besieged by a dragonfly,
The bees were trapped inside.
He could see, upon approach,
Some had already died.
He surprised the dragonfly,
And stung him in the back.
That moment of distraction
Gave them room to attack.
The dragonfly was beaten,
And as he turned to flee,
The queen came to the side of
The inquisitive bee.
He said: “I know the answerT
hat is why I’ve returned.
Because I’d like you to know
The lessons I have learned.”
“But my time here has ended.
My queen, please take my hand,
Be comforted in knowing,
I finally understand…”

Tell me again - by gradstudentaz @ allpoetry.com

With regards to the current Middle East crisis
Tell Me Again by gradstudentaz @ allpoetry.com

Out in the desert

It doesn't matter

The heat burns

The thirst burns

The bombs burn

Ideologies

Theories

Beliefs

Fade

As Blood runs out

Life

seeps out

Hope dries out

Out in the jungle

It didn't matter

The heat burned

The thirst burned

The bombs burned

Ideologies

Theories

Beliefs

Faded

As Blood ran out

Life seeped out

Hope dried out

Out in the trenches

It didn't matter

The heat burned

The thirst burned

The bombs burned

Ideologies

Theories

Beliefs

Faded

As Blood ran out

Life seeped out

Hope dried out

Tell me again

What's this war about?