Time To Grow Up

Time To Grow Up prose poem

Photo by Yachichurova


The world is inhabited by us, nearly every nook.
We are afraid of each other.
We have weapons, massive amount of weapons, to protect ourselves from ourselves.
Why?
What are we afraid of?
We breath the same air, we see the same moon.
We all love our children, we all want to live a happy life.
Then why all the weapons? We are all the same really, just one family of man.
This ones afraid of that one and that ones afraid of this one.
The trillions spent on weapons could feed the hungry, home the homeless and take care of the sick.
Our fear of each other is a throwback to survival in more difficult past times.
Those times are gone.
It’s time to grow up.

Rate the poem
1 Star2 Stars3 Stars4 Stars5 Stars (1 votes, average: 3.00 out of 5)
We are posting your rating...
Poems you will love

Give your feedback / review for the poem

Be the First to Comment & Review poem!

Notify of
avatar
wpDiscuz

End Of Time

End Of Time prose poem

I see a place with starless skies. I see a dark smooth world endlessly a float in the black, its star long since blinked out. Covered with small closely spaced geodesic domes. Geodesic domes all interconnected, all with conduits leading

Sands Of Time

Sands Of Time short poem

Here and now is the moment to become the tide and time in life over run in moments we are set as a sand in hand sifting in the wetness of a land crumbling sand As drifting minutes bear no

Quiet Time

Quiet Time short poem

I write beautiful poems in my quiet times, Sign that the universe delivers in silence – Great inspirations about love and crimes – With a poetic virtuoso ,I build my intelligence- Which I use to extract imaginative awareness- For the

The Time Has Come

The Time Has Come ode

It’s time to leave Far far away from here Go away please There’s no need to fear. Your time has now come Don’t fight anymore There’s nothing to escape from You just need to let go. You must understand, I

Our Time

Our Time short poem

As I reminisce un past songs It brings back the memories The times of laughter And youth Hoping to remember more good days The songs replay in my mind As I search for our memories From our time of youth