Ripples

Ripples

A Poem by Poppy Ruth Silver


Tell me why 
so many look away
why there's no redemption
for those who suffer
no hand held out
for those who have fallen
tell me why
so many look away
while the elites profit
from man made division
from our lack of attention
tell me why
basic human rights 
should be for one 
yet not another
have we not all witnessed
a sunset
sunrise
have we not all witnessed
the moon hanging with fragility
in a bruised and atmospheric sky
tell me why
beneath sun and moon
we continue to divide
while the powers that be
mock and smile
to those caught in the wire
I reach out with heart
as tears reflect flames
from the fire


©2018 PoppySilver


When you not only see but feel the depths of the pain the world is feeling, it strips you, reminds you what is important, it changes you, it mutates you and in the spaces between sharp breaths it hurts with an ache like no other ache...when the scales fall from the eyes and your heart bleeds then you know love is the only way to exist. Love...pure and simple...


© 2018 Poppy Ruth Silver



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Your pieces are always full of heart and pathos.
Divide and conquer is the oldest play in the book for the controlling powers.
One day the avg masses will wake up

Posted 2 Months Ago


This poem is brilliant, but my favorite thing about it is being told to explain "why".
We are forced to admit that there is no logical reason why this is happening.
That should be enough to inspire change. You will.

Posted 2 Months Ago


Wow this really caught me. It reminds me of this poem I wrote called never met. I lived the way you say tell me why so many look away. Lived it. Loved it.

Posted 3 Months Ago


Love is the way to turn this world around....as you said it...pure and simple...

Posted 3 Months Ago


Your words made me ache, these deep revelations of our existence, of a world so broken and fragmented. And the horrors, they just seem to grow worse. The plague of us all. The Walton family, the richest family in the world lives here in my state, with billions of dollars in their accounts, and yet the workers of their stores often aren't even given full time employment, saving them from paying extra benefits. I don't understand. I can't understand such greed that clings to something so temporal and neglects the eternal. I know you ache too. One can feel the pain flowing through you. May we find a way home, all of us, together.

Posted 4 Months Ago


A message, a speech and a poem. What else could we ask for. Needed to be said but only you do it this way.

Posted 4 Months Ago


i love the message and the repeat line "tell me why" to give it more voice and passion behind the words.

Posted 4 Months Ago


Loved the heart and power that you displayed with this poem. This is the first piece I've read from you, but I think it's safe to say that I'll be reading more. Great job.
-Richard

Posted 4 Months Ago


Here in the USA. The poor are forgotten. Most of the homeless. Soldiers screw-up from old and new wars. New and old world teach war and death to the young people. Not peace and calm. If the rich and old men had to serve. There would be no war. People don't want to see the suffering unless at their doorsteps. This is sad. A powerful and needed poem my dear friend.
Coyote

Posted 4 Months Ago


I was so taken by this poem- the cry, the frustration, the plea, the truth of it. “Tell me why” like a child asks of its parent, like a human asks of his God...but the questions have no or too many answers. “Have we not all witnessed a sunset?” Do we all not bleed red blood? I am with you in your search for “Love...pure and simple...” to unite us all. Exquisite poem.

Posted 4 Months Ago



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Poppy Ruth Silver
Poppy Ruth Silver

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Merry Meet, welcome to my page. I write mainly poetry but I also write stream of thought prose. I also create spoken word poetry and have a couple of novels on the go (dust covered albeit;) My firs.. more..

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