Treasure Island

jessica short

(12-10-93 / Parkersburg)

Whatever Happened To


Whatever happened to love and peace on earth
Did we give up
And found something more of worth
Did we forget
And mindlessly gave new birth
Is that what happened to love and peace on earth

Whatever happened to this nation
Did we give up
And replaced the sensation
Did we forget
About the original creation
Is that what happened to this nation

Whatever happened to marriage
Did we give up
And found it a useless war to wage
Did we forget
And replaced holiness in this new day and age
Is that what happened to marriage

Whatever happened to you and me
Did we give up
And threw away the key
Did we forget
And left each other be
Is that what happened to you me

Submitted: Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Whatever Happened To by jessica short )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  9. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. Eternal Wings of Love, Pintu Mahakul
  2. Lost, Yasin Engno
  3. THE PRETTY SUN, MOHAMMAD SKATI
  4. March against austerity, Bob Johnson
  5. To remain peaceful, hasmukh amathalal
  6. Broken, Yasin Engno
  7. Of War and Peace, Shruti Goswami
  8. Realizations of a whore, Shruti Goswami
  9. Promises, Shruti Goswami
  10. Wonders Of Wondering, david kush

Poem of the Day

poet William Wordsworth

I

I AM not One who much or oft delight
To season my fireside with personal talk.--
Of friends, who live within an easy walk,
Or neighbours, daily, weekly, in my sight:
...... Read complete »

   
[Hata Bildir]