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Well they are actually two. They are the best poems I've written in my opinion. I know they might be long, but bear with me and post your comments. Good or bad.

The Eyes of Another

What do I see that they can't see?
They see somthing I don't.
Is it evil?
Good?
Divine?
Foolish?
We have different opinions?
I don't believe it.

I see blue they see red.
Am I wrong?
Why must we be different yet the...
Same?
Can I be unique?
What do they see?
Really.

My mother said,
this world is different,
we are different.
This world is filled with good,
and bad.
Then why is there bad?
To people bad is good
and good is bad.
To me is the oposite.
Are we that different that I can't be friends with you?
Are we so alike that I must marry you?
Why can't we look through the same eyes?

I can't believe the world has changed.
Through my eyes everything is...
HORRIBLE!
To them is fantastic!(anger is potrayed)
Why God must we so different...
yet alike?
Why can't we belong together?
Must we be segregated?
I hate how things have changed.

But then I look through the eyes of another.
Now I see why the world is beautiful.
What else have I missed?
I must be blind!
But now I can see.
Thank you mother.


DREAMS

I wake up in the ghetto.
I see the light of the morning and the darkness that lurks.
All you here are gun shots poping.
News of another death.
Rappers living the life and
Singing their life story.
If you can call it singing.

I walk down the street with some friends.
All you ever see is sin.
One kid or another gets jumped.
People get robbed.
Yeah, That's how we live in these streets.
I never did any of these things...
yet I feel like I've done it all and more before.

You may think we're bad.
But we're humans like you all.
We have dreams and hope.
Even though we messed our lives up,
what is there except hope?

I walk down these streets and wonder.
What happened to the dreams?
The happy times or
I had a dream.
The love an peace is gone.
We are scum to most, but
we are the glory to others.
We dream big and act so small.
Yet we try to live this hard life.

We live in the poor and
on those dirty streets.
Do people care about us?
Naw...they don't.
Only because we act badly.
It ain't our fault that you broke our dreams.
It's your fault the we are shunned.
We resorted to what we do now thanks to you!
Our dreams,
hopes,
love,
and friendship are all gone.

Though one day a few of us will rise up.
I will be one of those few.
The one to defend the streets and
stand up for our dreams!
Till the day I die, I will not let this pass.
One day....
My brothers and sisters out on the street.
Doing what society has marked them with.
The ones that have risen...
WE WILL FIGHT FOR YOUR DREAMS!
YOUR HOPES!
Why?
Because it's our dream...
To make this world a better place.
To fulfill the dreams that have once been lost.

We will rise up!
We will do what...
WE ARE MEANT TO DO!
Thank you my brothers.
Dreams will come true yet.


Hope you like them.

~Lightning-Z~

I definitely liked Dreams. I am currently studying sociology in college and it really captures the sociological perspective of that kind of lifestyle. I like the emotion you display about the fact that part of the condition is forced upon those people by society. I also like how it ends on the optimistic note of willpower that the writer will rise above that forced condition despite society's oppression. Very nice. =]

Thanks! I never noticed how in depth it was till now. lol Thanks for pointing that out to me.

Wow! They both are awesome! Loved em both

Thanks! I have plenty more but I don't know if I should post them. lol.

If you want to post more of your poems in the future, please post them in the Poetry and Prose subforum, just to keep the forums nice and tidy. Plus, you'll get plenty of feedback there!

Other than that, I like how you've put such philosophical topics into conversational prose.

Topic moved to poetry and prose. Please keep all poetry in the correct forum in the future. ^^