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Tell me it isn't true

Tell me it isn't true
That he didn't hurt you too
Tell me that your not crying
Please tell me your lying
Why I ask you
Why I say
Why should this happen today
Onlt 13 years
Now we shead 13 tears 
13 forever
Will my soul recover
My days and nights gets longer
Wondering if my days will get shorter
Feeling my heart getting heavy
The wish to hear his voice is driving me crazy
In loving memory Christopher Monte' Rivera


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ONLY ME,,,WHY

yes, I am lonely enough to die; 
lonely enough to cry; 
lonely enough to ask Myself 'why'? 
yes, I am lonely enough to say goodbye! 


Everybody wants to live forever; 
its what i wanted never; 
the thing i wanted ever; 
but nobody loved me like forever.

Nobody wants to die; 
Nobody wants to cry; 
its Me who wanted this all to try; 
and thats the reason why every second i die! 

Its the most difficult thing to realize, 
when you yourself wants to be killed by a knife; 
is it really swift to live such a life; 
NO! as you know you have to be wise! 

Can't even attempt something like suicide; 
cause my religion is still walking beside.
its makes me feel scared side by side, 
what if i died and nobody cried! 

Still there is something to which I am tied; 
but umpteen times i have lied; 
and umpteen times i have cried; 
as i really not find this world wide.

As I told you i never was clever; 
so now I am saying GOODBYE FOREVER!


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Mystic dialogue

There are some dreams that you don't see during the night 
You can just imagine. 
There are some words that you don't hear 
You feel these if you look somebody in the eyes. 
There are some loves that you don't get with a kiss or a hug 
You can touch these with your soul. 

If you can see what you can't see with your eyes 
If you can hear what you can't hear with your ears 
If you can touch what you can't touch with your hands 

Then I will not speak anymore 
Then you will not speak anymore 

Then will speak only our hearts  


Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved


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In your memory

Thank you for the beautiful memory
you left on my mind
you are not dead
 but you are not here,

to me you are gone,
cos i cant feel you the way i used to,
everything you used to do are left untouched
the space you ocupied is empty,

our yesterday is fading away like the rainbow
so beautiful but so short,
how can i forget the endless yesterday?
when you are here with me.


in loving memory of my sister (you are not an angel but you did what an angel can do,you fly to heaven.)


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Just For My Sweet Beautiful Boo

I think about you every hour throughout my day/ I dont know what it is about you that makes me feel this way?/ but I want to let you know Im going to try to comprehend them in the nest few wrods that I say......
 Dam girl I stillcant belive you my boo....after all the drunk bull-sit I put you threw/ You make me better at everything girl I cannot lose/ Right now you the only woman that I choose/ You bring light to my rez life blues/ You make ,my heart beat faster than it normally moves I dont life being alone because I'm better off when my life is spent in two's/ Without your pretty face around girl I dont know what I would really want to do/ No matter what mi lady because this poem ws written just for you my sweet beautiful boo........


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AlphaBet Constructs 3 2 1

Alphabet Constructs 3 2 1

Annotated Achilles amends fallen frame amputees

Bulimec Barbies browse media monkey banalaties

Cameo clouds cling to beaded breath curios

Dopamine dreams dilenate check cash desires

Echo endorfins eulogize bullet brain excrement

Fecal folly fantasies reveal relevant frivoloties

Gonadial grownups gulp secret scrotal generosities

Helical hemorriods hinder senior stricken hemocraps

Idiotic ideals idioiosyncrate post partem iconoclasts

Jack Jill juxtapositories seek sexestential jouveniers

Kryptic killer kisses ascot arrogant kingdumbs

Liquid lipid loiners fear frontline lucklullibies

Malovent mommies masterbate rich reflective mommocules

Nevertheless nightengales nourich ruby rich noonbeams

Ovulatory occults outsource torrent tofu outrages

Pensive picses picnics lovelorny passions 

Queer quiet quintensials release rancid quotients

Rape ripe residuals nullify nimble reprocussions

Silky seafoam silohouttes fornicate frothy sandlets

Tepid torch trilogies belie beligerent tourniquets

Useless utterences utilize organize orgasmic utopias

Venimous vixens violate cruel.com visions

White willow wombs softly seed hospice hell winds

XY XX xfactors envision extracurricular xraydoms

Yearning yoyo yesterdays calculate clearcovert yeilds

Zen zealous zions mirror maginfy Zoneotones 


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Loveless

Loveless

Am not a painter
But the picture is broken
With a maze background
Its shape, loop
In the pent house
This picture stands
The man inside melancholic
Though the setup fervent
Scenarios fatalistic
To the novice fallacious
And spell binds many
Making the modest definition
The zenith of Hades
Color-flies the entire texture
That maroons the spear contrast
Benching a murky frame
Lights on, lights out
The close fastidious
And remains obnoxious


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Quick Energy~

Quick Energy

Sight Unseen

Sometimes Pieces

Are the Ones You Miss


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Rain

The Pigeons of life being set to fly,
fear in the raging hearts ,they just can't defy
for the lamenting eyes , when they turn vile
And the pleasant solitude of them, remains in exile..

Intrigued by the clouds, winds just followed
the charming loneliness , felt alone on its own
for the friend,whose war, as if it waged,
when the pain was warm enough...

Their love rained and soon everything erased..


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- MARTYR -

" There is nothing wrong on giving all you have to that person who holds your heart, being broken-hearted is okay but being broken- hearted twice from the same guy is off the track. " 
 
 
 Girl, you've been lied,
you've been cursed,
you've been thrown,
you have cried, 
and you've been hurt.
Still your heart can take
so much of that.
 
 
 Sure you know
the difference between love and insanity.
Committing mistake and learning from it, its ok.
but committing the same mistake over and over again
is stupidity.
 
 
 You let go of your heart and your mind,
I hope someone will catch it at the end of time.
One day, I hate to see again,
in one corner you cry...
 
I may not know how is it to be on your shoes,
but I am pretty aware of the pain it caused.


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Sandy Hook Elementary

Ploop Plop
I flopped down onto the black leather coach
Wee Snaw 
I inhaled deeply
Slowly i twisted my head to the right
The AT&T remote control lay blocked
Umph
An attempt to get the remote; I succeded
Click Click Click
I changed the channel
"A shooting at Sandy Hook" the weatherman said
"Elementary students 6-7 shot, gone, and dead"
Utter shock filled  my mind
Slowly I pressed rewind
"6-7 shot, gone, and dead"
The newsman repeated
Again and again I began to lose control
Instantly I'd felt panic
My child, I thought
I grabbed my keys and began to run towards my car
Ring, ring, ring it rang several times
I stopped
"Answer the phone" I thought
Chink, I answered
"Susan"
"yes" I replied.
"She's gone."


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Picture of a movie

 
I was among and you offer me notice. Birds assist and we got known. Your noisy smile shake the summer hat you tried to hold by the edge. I still recall that picture from a movie.


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Hageshem (The Rain)

A blast of smoke,   she falls
 beside his cold and soaking body;
 crying out    to deafened ears --
demoralized dehumanized
  ~A gunshot in the pouring rain so they can’t see her tears.


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Midnight Skies

Midnight Cries In midnight skies the cries of love drift off to sleep in endless love. For he who heard them. Sent them hope, that God created a world for them. For us to see and bare good times. For no more hurt and devishlish crimes. For the earth which once was good. Is soured and torn. There are no morals or dreams no more. Or hope of good things when suffering soars. For they are crushed by his vast sword. For he who has the greater sin. He has carried and been burdened with. He has been forgotten. In times like these. Because people hearts bleed with disease. For they have burdened him with more sin. They have forgotten the pain he is in. For he so carried his cross with pride. A younge man who was destined to die. No matter what the world does think. This man did live before we did. We have lost our way in darkened times. Like lost sheep we have roamed, away from him. If youd only listen and help to carry his cross. Take the blame for things done past. Change our ways for hope to last. We wont do that out of pride. When he is denied. I feel for him. I pick his cross up and help him off the ground. For he is my brother. Who I have found. He has carried that cross. No man deserved his life in such a lose. Tormented and torturded to no extent. He didnt look like a mere man in the end. He coutinued to stand even after he fell. Showing me the strength of Heaven and hell. For a man so strong, so bold and kind. Showed me what we can do as man kind. He gave his life for everyone who reads this. For those who can not see. Do not be blind Find this man, for he needs you. He gave his life to save you. With your help, you raise his cross. You heal that burden of love. That has been lost. Ease his pain and find your way. For Heaven is a start and hell is a step away.


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Nothing Really Matters

when rob stepped out of the courthouse,with charges for posession
he thought "it could be worse,it could have been for weapons"
and then he thought..."nothing really matters anyway"
when liz stepped of of the rehab,with a new outlook on life
she felt all those same feelings of hurt, pain, and strife
and then she thought "nothing really matters anyway"
when luke picked up his young son from daycare,and knew he had an hour
he thought back to the time he WOULD have stopped to grab his now EX-wife some flowers
and then he thought "nothing really matters anyway"
when lisa lifted up her body with nothing but her arms,and looked down at her legs
she wondered why the heck they were even THERE anyway..what for?
and then she thought "nothing really matters anyway"
all four people that same night,all in their own homes
picked up a remote,turned on the news and watched it come to blows
one man had done 25 years in jail,for something he had not really done
one woman lost the battle to addiction,one she thought she'd already won
one boy got hit by a car on his bike,he just only 5 his parents,divorced
one man lost his arms and legs while over fighting the war
four different people,four different lives,four different struggles,all about to cry
four different souls,four different heart,four different minds,all to have a fresh start
why does it take a reality check to pull us into gear?
why is it that reality sometimes must be our greatest fear?
the next time you think you're the only one who hurts and has plight
the next time you feel you're all alone,the only one who cries at night
try and remember,try not to forget,that you are never alone
whether you're telling your mom and dad your gay to the face or over the phone
whether your wife divorced you,your husband's a dog,or your kids have NO respect
you are human,deserve more,and you're not alone,cause' there is someone right next....
to you!!! nothing really matters. until you realize...nothing really matters.


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The flirt

You smile and we chears perhaps away are the dears. But what a better of a joy than let the pretty take the troy.!


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Dance

Take your hand and put it out forward,
Than swing out out to the side, c'mon don't be a coward. 
This is fun, now swing your hips from side to side,
Remember all the times you couldnt express yourself and you cried.

But now your can swing your legs and feet any way you want,
Look for that new move that you looked for your whole life like a hunt. 
Grab someone by the hand and let them join you in that awesome moment,
I promise you, you will love this feeling you are about to feel.

Turn up the music and dance your heart out,
Move to the beat and go wild and feel like your out of sight. 
This is your moment, don't let anyone take that away for you,
This is not happening too slow and i tell you that that's the truth.

Put some head phones on and go to your own world of greatness,
Bust a move like you never did before, I promise it's harmless.
Make your heart feel what I am feling right now and take my hand,
I promise that I will make you smile and scream with joy and stand.


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Ode To Everything We Take For Granted

We all know what living is
We all had our lives given to us.
On a silver platter, a road for life mapped out for us,
but we aren't always serious
about the people near and dear to us,
because we're usually delirious about the life we take for granted.

When we have roofs over our heads
and sheets on our bed 
then how come on the streets people
are frozen with defeat and have to compete for some food.

How can we watch people's lives fall when they stand against a wall with a sign?
No use at all, praying to god as their pride crumbles.

We watch them stumble with their heads down low and nowhere to go and I think,
Where is the kindness planted?
Why do we take our lives for granted?

How could we stoop so low while we live in houses they have nowhere to go
- couldn't we lend them something...
Oh no, one person could make a difference if they spoke out loud
show their faces to the crowd.
A difference could be made
all of us could be of aid.

So dear reader I hope you see
the message that coming from me
and as I've gone on and almost ranted
Why do we take our lives for granted?!


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Comfort Me

Comfort me, for I have been hurt one to many times. Sometimes I feel unworthy 
of love and affection. I have been through way more than any teenage girl should 
ever have to endure. I feel dirty although I know I am clean. Sometimes I wonder 
if somebody would just comfort me and tell me how worthy I am. Neglected by 
my parents, disowned by family. Alone in the world at seventeen with a child on 
the way. Put into the system three years ago, bounced from placement to 
placement with no comfort given. I feel as if people can see right through me and 
they laugh at my pain. Unworthy of being a duaghter, for nobody will claim me as 
their own. Sometimes I think to myself if only I could fly away to a place where my 
past doesn't matter and the pain was taken away, would that finally be the place 
to comfort me?


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Lie's

LIE'S ARE BUT DEMON'S OF THE MIND

      WHERE FIERY HATE PLAYS

THE ECHOES OF FROM SOUL THAT RHYME

        EXPRESSIONS DECEIVING WAYS

 

A DECAYED BODY AT THE DEVILS FEET

    WHERE SINISTER THOUGHTS ABIDES

AS A VICTIM OF THE SOULS DEFEAT

     WHERE DISASTER THEN PRESIDES

 

A DAGGER CUTTING AT THE TONG

    THE CONTENTS OF THE HEART

THE DEATHLY ANGELS HAS SUNG

     REVILING EVERY PART

 

A CROW FLYING THE SKY OF DEATH

     WITH IT'S WINGS SPREAD AS-WELL

HER SOUL HAVING ALREADY MET DEATH

    BY THE OTHER CREATOR'S OF HELL


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BUSH KEPT AMERICA SAFE ( An ode to former President George W. Bush )

They can remember him as the warmonger,
the heartless one, instead of the southern gentleman; 
and haven't they yet realized that he was a man of God,
with values far greater than most of us?
God hates war Himself, but when evil 
men do horrendous deeds, He approves of it!
Was David wicked to take Goliath down?
Was Moses wrong for breaking the Holy Tablets,
when his people turned to idolatry and forsook their God?
Was Jashua thirsty for the enemy's blood,
or he obeyed Him to lead the Israelites out of Egypt? 
Bush kept America safe, and I'm thankful for that! 
We cannot judge anyone by our human way, which is so futile: 
the-so-assumed-perfect-one make mistakes like the imperfect one;
perfection was taken away from us when our ancestors sinned!
Look at yourself and be less judgmental; 
we have faults, too and we try to hide them by manifesting denial!
Try some compassion, understanding and sympathy,
and these same virtues will be considered by others:
when you are swerving off your path and you need guidance!
When someone is about to fall, foresee that weakness...
before he plunges into the abyss of nothingness!
But we must show pity to anyone admitting the guilt,
if forgiveness is granted to the unworthy one...why shouldn't he justify
his actions when his Country was attacked cowardly?
Bush kept America safe, and I will testify to that!


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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Anthem (part one)

In a tunnel under earth, we were given a curse
In this world, we am called reverse
Eager to think and question
These things bring out nothing but aggression

We are one in all and all in one

Sent to the house of the street sweeper
Keep my thoughts from them, ill think deeper
In a subway we find the device
Must show the council word of advice

We are one in all and all in one


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Strong Mocking Drink That Destroy

Alcohol builds 
challenging disorder 
effects,

  future gets high 
intoxication;jeopadised

       living moments.

Now one`s pleasure_ _

  quandary, retribution 
surely torment_ _

     unsparingly;

Both children and 
parents may suffer 
mental

   and emotional  
consequences in life.


chipepo lwele


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untitled

You, your there.
He you Ive been there with you back to back for years.
To you Ive broken a piece of your heart.
Hey you only have eyes for once was.
my glasses are semi clean.
yet you want to close your eyes.
You will let it be.
Back to back even if you are a tree and i am the stump.
My glasses semi clean.
I've only a piece of tape to mend,
that of which was ripped off.
my eyes will cry for you.


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THIS HONORABLE FLAG

If freedom is attained by sacrificing lives,
even those of the youngest age,
then what makes these men so brave:
to hold up their flag and make it wave in each challenging battle?
A spirit that is undefeatable...
to give this honorable flag all they have!  
If protecting and defending their Country
has that voracity and ambiguity:
to up-hold their values so rooted in fairness,
what other scope could sway them from their perseverance?  




True as it , reality can be very scary:
the Romans used the cornu and the tuba, the American colonists 
used the fife; others used the trumpets and drums, 
or just beating their shields with swords to panic the enemy,
and be ready to attack and knowing they would die...
made them the warriors that death called to a great destiny!
But today it takes more willingness
and strength for a soldier to fight!   
  



I'm not a soldier, but a poet extending his heart-felt sympathy
by writing this ode to praise and exalt this wonderful liberty
we often take for granted by lessening its worth;
see the wounded soldiers grieving for others and hiding their hurt!
Go and greet them as they get off the battleships;
shake their hands and hug them to show your appreciation and solace:
their wounds won't heal...if nothing is said with a thankful and grateful voice!
Make them really proud and up-lift their troubled thoughts
by giving them this honorable flag, stained by blood and sanctified by sacrifice:
only then their anger and bitterness can dissolve in kindness! 




Welcome home, soldiers... welcome to your humble palace,
that can certainly be the most serene place;
put away your weapons, display your pictures
and admire your memorabilia evoking memories...
undying as love and so admirable and patriotic!
Remember the splendor and glory of your star-spangled flag,
and envision other ages when men won't have to fight anymore!
Kiss and hold your wives and children...the jewels you have never lost!  
This honorable flag is the distinguishable symbol of your dedication,
and your incomparable courage when the hardest choice confirmed your intention!  


Dedicated to the brave American soldiers defending freedom

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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Secret love

Loneliness knocked on my door tonight once again 
but when she came inside and saw you 
she was jealous and left us alone. 
Our night is here. 
I close my eyes. 
I open my hug and I try in the darkness to touch you. 
My lips half open waiting for your kiss. 
The dream has started. 
One life begins 
Another is cooling. 
I hide the dream. 
It is mine. 
My secret dream is living just for me and you every night. 
If I try to share that with you during the day 
I am afraid that I will lose it forever. 
You are my night fairy. 
When the day comes you go, 
but I know that tomorow night 
I will wait for you in my dream again. 
My secret love for you is alive every night 
And I am... 

A happy night dreamer


Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved


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Freedom is here

I look and see nothing
I`m hurt and don’t feel it
I grow up and do not understand 
But freedom is here.

My fellow man is smiling
My enemy is crying
My life goes on just the same
But freedom is here.

I`ll try to keep it
I`ll try to destroy it 
I`ll try to embrace it
But freedom is here.

A child without food
A heart without love
A soul without morale
But Freedam is here.

Freedom Come 
Freedom Stay
Freedom is here
But are we free?





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Tangerine Mark Water Scar.....

Kiss the ill fated...
fruit of the devil...
steal the mark...
of the water scar...
for tonight....we've sinner...
cover the young...
beautiful feathers...
the tangerine....
the young....
the stealers...
the dreamers....
the fate keepers...
the young Scottish...
the red...
the feathers...
I'm yearning...
I'm baking...

I'm in need.....


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The Cries For Help

A hit and run in your side of the hood
You celebrate because the one hit was trashy and no good
But someone at one time loved this lifeless scum
It is a dog eat dog society never sharing the crumbs
No ambulance chasers come around
Nothing here in this castle but thorny crowns
Somewhere out there, paradise must exist
Nobody claims the victim, another Jane Doe on the Morgue's list
Surviving the streets is another dimension
Out in the open there is so much tension
Trying to figure out a way out of this type of life
Not wanting to resort to the barrel or the blade of a knife
The dumpsters sometimes provide the food you need
Five are homeless, so many to feed
Who knows Detroit, Chicago, New York or LA
There are more out there than the Government puts on display
Very few shining moments, piled on by zero glory
This is a tragic all too familiar story
It all falls under a street wise democracy
Behind a Government that feeds on hypocracy
Keep the inflation and poverty at an all time high
It is easy for the President to hit the mute button on financial remote control to 
silence their cries


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our memories

our past errors are the thugs of our present terrors
we are tortured by nature while we are being deceived by destiny.
the rareness of our thoughts was curdled with valuable ideas that made us ideal.
we are rare values not because of our thoughts but because of the ordainment of our memories through our valuable ideas. and now my greatest surprise is now my greatest fear because my quest received a guest and from then i had no rest because am yet to win the test. death you have licensed my thoughts to sweet but soured memories. we can't erase the memories  of our life true second chance because we gave it the first chance to be there. 
      memory, what a summary.


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our memories

our past errors are the thugs of our present terrors
we are tortured by nature while we are being deceived by destiny.
the rareness of our thoughts was curdled with valuable ideas that made us ideal.
we are rare values not because of our thoughts but because of the ordainment of our memories through our valuable ideas. and now my greatest surprise is now my greatest fear because my quest received a guest and from then i had no rest because am yet to win the test. death you have licensed my thoughts to sweet but soured memories. we can't erase the memories  of our life true second chance because we gave it the first chance to be there. 
      memory, what a summary.


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our memories

our past errors are the thugs of our present terrors
we are tortured by nature while we are being deceived by destiny.
the rareness of our thoughts was curdled with valuable ideas that made us ideal.
we are rare values not because of our thoughts but because of the ordainment of our memories through our valuable ideas. and now my greatest surprise is now my greatest fear because my quest received a guest and from then i had no rest because am yet to win the test. death you have licensed my thoughts to sweet but soured memories. we can't erase the memories  of our life true second chance because we gave it the first chance to be there. 
      memory, what a summary.


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Hillary

Hillary


An angry woman opens her mouth
And shuts her mind to reason.
She who stays slow to anger
Is loved by more each season.

Anger snuffs the lamp of thought
And it's hard to stay serene.
Where anger rules hatred thrives
Then the world we love turns mean.

She who fans the coals of hate
Has no reason to complain.
If some hot sparks scorch her face
Her anguish is thus her pain.

Anger is a human madness
Which consumes the heart and mind.
She who rules her spirit with love
Shall be praised by all mankind.


Tom Zart








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our memories

our past errors are the thugs of our present terrors
we are tortured by nature while we are being deceived by destiny.
the rareness of our thoughts was curdled with valuable ideas that made us ideal.
we are rare values not because of our thoughts but because of the ordainment of our memories through our valuable ideas. and now my greatest surprise is now my greatest fear because my quest received a guest and from then i had no rest because am yet to win the test. death you have licensed my thoughts to sweet but soured memories. we can't erase the memories  of our life true second chance because we gave it the first chance to be there. 
      memory, what a summary.


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our memories

our past errors are the thugs of our present terrors
we are tortured by nature while we are being deceived by destiny.
the rareness of our thoughts was curdled with valuable ideas that made us ideal.
we are rare values not because of our thoughts but because of the ordainment of our memories through our valuable ideas. and now my greatest surprise is now my greatest fear because my quest received a guest and from then i had no rest because am yet to win the test. death you have licensed my thoughts to sweet but soured memories. we can't erase the memories  of our life true second chance because we gave it the first chance to be there. 
      memory, what a summary.


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our memories

our past errors are the thugs of our present terrors
we are tortured by nature while we are being deceived by destiny.
the rareness of our thoughts was curdled with valuable ideas that made us ideal.
we are rare values not because of our thoughts but because of the ordainment of our memories through our valuable ideas. and now my greatest surprise is now my greatest fear because my quest received a guest and from then i had no rest because am yet to win the test. death you have licensed my thoughts to sweet but soured memories. we can't erase the memories  of our life true second chance because we gave it the first chance to be there. 
      memory, what a summary.


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our memories

our past errors are the thugs of our present terrors
we are tortured by nature while we are being deceived by destiny.
the rareness of our thoughts was curdled with valuable ideas that made us ideal.
we are rare values not because of our thoughts but because of the ordainment of our memories through our valuable ideas. and now my greatest surprise is now my greatest fear because my quest received a guest and from then i had no rest because am yet to win the test. death you have licensed my thoughts to sweet but soured memories. we can't erase the memories  of our life true second chance because we gave it the first chance to be there. 
      memory, what a summary.


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THE CAMOUFLAGE

The Camouflage
is my allegience pledged to the flag.

It is my loyalty to my country.
It is my duty to dedicated and proficient
in my tasks to maintaining world's peace.

The Camouflage is my respect
to our daily lives and the diverse cultures
amongst which we find ourselves.
It is my selfless service to always place
the mission first.

The Camouflage is my honor
to all of our fallen comrades.
It is my integrity to you and me.

The Camouflage is my personal courage
which enables me to move without fear, 
because I'm the obstacle against
every weapon and threats formed against us.

The camouflage is my life, because
I am An American Soldier....


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Tears fall Endlessly

 
  
   
  
 
 Tears Fall Endlessly
Babies cry
Children cry
Old men cry
Tears fall endlessly
Sitting in a room
Listening to the echoes of the past
I hear the sobs
I see the man
He is old, and withered
Tears fall down his wrinkled cheeks
I see a child
Sitting alone on a bed
Waiting...,crying...,but still trying to be brave
I see the baby
lying in a crib
Crying for the love of his mother
She doesn't answer
All continue to weep
In their own time
And in their own pain
Too many tears have fallen
The pain echoes endlessly
I feel their pain
My face is wet
Tears fall endlessly


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time of death

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time of death: 1:47


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The Power Within

The power within to show people your not afraid.

The power within to prove you care.

The power within to have the courage.

The power within to stand up for what's right.

The power within to embrace yourself.

The Power within to express yourself.

The power within to show your smarts.

The power within to leave the ones behind who really don't encourage you.

The power within to use your mind and soul.

The power within to look beyond this world.

The power within to help others in need.

The power within to take Chances.

The power within to start a new beginning.

The power within to lift up your heart and see a brighter day and not people's 
wretched ways.


The power within to grow strong and move along.
And The power within to one day come together as one nation.


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LAYERED ACHES

Strange it looks,
some one crying on winning a race.
He was o loser and a victor.

After such a long fight,
what is left on a banished field ?
broken skulls and roaring laughter,
Everything was crushed under falling snow
of ruthlessness.

And over the fire hangs a skeleton
of past.
The real truth again hides in the
Survivor’s eyes.
There is no witness of any crime.

The court adjournd and the symbolists
rejoice.
Justice has come for a sale.
The highest bidder will get the chair
now
Now will begin the layered aches
in heart.


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reeks

Your soul reeks with pain
its calling out to me.
I feel sorry for you.
sorry even tho I cant do anything
ill pray for you if that even helps a little
wishing your okay yet your not 
im sorry I made you feel this way.
your soul is yelling at me telling me you hate me.
tell me all your pain im sorry but its just to late.
wish I could help you but I cant.
So good bye now that you hate me.
its all my falut.
I didnt mean to hurt you
but I did and its a little to late.



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The Pain

Another day passes me
Bringing sorrow and glee
Chains are bound upon my heart
Drenched in pain which will not part
Everyone thinks that i am something I'm not
Forgetting that they too are just a spot
Grains of salt and dust  formed  as a bell
Hallow to my eyes and ears as well 
I  hear your thoughts
There to tie me in knots


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GOLDEN SUNSET

Gently the invisible 
strength overrides 
penetrating every bone. 
The desire was not seeking,
it was emitting a gloss. 
Fierce truth was reverberating. 
Only the mind was alert, 
flesh was hissing.

An intense light 
knived my sadness, death wish
it was a legend, I went into a process. 
A quietness catching 
all the voices of disharmony. 
Word by word vocabulary 
filtered in my heart. 
Priests were prophesying doom.

Instant attention gave a passage, 
uncontaminated, closer to the truth. 
Gloom was glorified. 
Scissors had done their job, few will remember the designs. 
I should now think 
of a golden sunset.


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Lost in a hateful World

Lost in a hateful world
hurt, disrespect, and murder
searching for something but can not find
learning about this hateful world 

Lost in a hateful world
screaming at the top of my lungs but nobody hears
running away from this hateful world but no way out 

Lost in a hateful world


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Lost In Sorrow

Lost In Sorrow
Drowing in black blood
searching for something 
but can not find

Lost In Sorrow
Drowing in black blood 
touching burning acid
burning thru skin and born

Lost In Sorrow


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WHAT ENDING?

Could not hold it, put it down.
TIME.
The words forget you, pass by.
You remain standing on the brink.
Now, now, where to go?

Time avenges, walks on you
and you cannot catch the breath,
to fill the space between life and death
life will not move, death will not stop.
If not ready to live, death will not look like you
you will not look like death.

World changes every thing,
when seeing stops, listening begins
losing threads of me, between you and me
between me and you.
Something grows out of the mud
a new star.

Begins from end, the ending
of beginning. No ending, no beginning.
Timeless, faceless, nameless
groping in void, to catch the alphabets
Peaks are very frightening
Then where is the end ? No end.
This is the end.


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NON-STORY

Questions are the answers 
and answers are the questions.
They never die. The words
collect the dripping wounds.
Memories  emmigrate to wasteland
and the city drowns in a lake. 
Our infallible pride has no challenge 
trust the precarious teeth.

Beyond eloquence life drifts 
from unknown to unknown.
A fruitless search in a grey winter
of thinking trees. Tall, 
beautiful, but faith has taken a U– turn.
The span of obscurity 
reflects a twisted wisdom
burning the books of tomorrow.

The fear, depression 
and brutal game of corruptible views
I deal with a non-story
of cultivated meditation.
The duality of hate 
and love, bread and hunger.
I stand on a quicksand
to balance the beach 
and find the missed links.



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Tongue Tied-

Tongue Tied
Twisted
thought a thought
meant something different
maybe a color 
would do be
better!!!


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STAIRS

In the shell lies the eye of a dark sea
I call for a boat in delirium.
Waves drown the hunger of a climax.
I do not know where all the gulls have gone?

Time slips like flesh between the knuckles
and an extra pain of your separation.
I am shipwrecked on the slopes of whispers
and don’t want to have a second death.

Looking back at the years
as a sentence in exile,
I never reached the home.
Ultimately you need the hunchback to
climb the stairs.


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SHOCK THE GARDEN

Symbols are true, because they are there.
Your solemn ache
proud of failure
traces a circle.
Dark and eternal, in all its purity
punishment becomes an award for life.

It is not difficult to know
whether a god exists.
You commit suicide to become a god.

Inoculating falsehood
dying daily unto death was not my pitch.

Your mind breaks the moon in dark,
into hundred bright crumbs.
Each bit becomes a metaphor
To shock the garden.


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CHARITY

Sometimes death lives for eternity,
a captive of silence,
or in hidden journey to flesh;
unless the body betrays the falling stars from eyes.

Dying was an appropriate thing
a festival of freedom for veils,
to leave you alone with your morality.

This terrible life ejects you
on the gravel to become a stone.
The fall from the beautiful height
was meant for charity.

No body wants to die for a toss-up 
with life,
for a secret game of tears and smile.
The true thing of despair generates
a darkness, whom I owe my light.


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GREEN EYES

Faith was not taking him
near the truth.
Staring at reason
his inner self became a burden
on the whispering road.

They were going to exhume
the body of the martyr
for finding the ethos of hope
invoking the afternoon sun
to guide them in dark.

So the blood had a terrible
celebration of alienation
generating the heat of hate
not for the proud mother
who was grieving.

Time will not forgive 
for the murder of green eyes.
The masses are rising
like a turbulent sea
riding through the tears.


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CRY MUTELY

I must not go beyond sunset
to discover the consciousness of night,
Standing alone on a cliff
I was ready to jump for salvation
atoning for guilt of survival

My regret was time
and timeless suffering,
Where was the maturity of age ?
Mind must go for the beloved ones
for a virginal touch of flawless blaze.

They should have come to join the prayer
not for me, but for the dying sun,
and white valley of fears.
Half my tongue sings for the shade
and half I  cry mutely.


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SIGNATURES

Planet earth,
they have stopped moving with me like clouds,
like trees.
Sap frozen, inertia overtaking
tongues clipped
mouth after mouth black shut.
Toads are croaking.

Incence of hate wafting
from scrolling suicides.
The terrorist is on move
from valley to valley
shrine to shrine
river to river.
Bulls in veils bellowing in dark.

Self-seeking or sensing the history ?
Intentness of kill or empathy of pain ?
Who were the masters hiding behind hills ?
Let me choose my scratchings from unknown pen.
My paper should remain unwritten,
nobody will draw the line
nobody will put the signatures.


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GREEN EYES

Faith was not taking him
near the truth.
Staring at reason
his inner self became a burden
on the whispering road.

They were going to exhume
the body of the martyr
for finding the ethos of hope
invoking the afternoon sun
to guide them in dark.

So the blood had a terrible
celebration of alienation
generating the heat of hate
not for the proud mother
who was grieving.

Time will not forgive 
for the murder of green eyes.
The masses are rising
like a turbulent sea
riding through the tears.


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FLAME

What shall I write
from the empty, desolate heart,
when every word is being scraped ?

You want to clean the mess
of a lifetime,
yet labour brings loneliness
and  you inherit
the depth of a problem.

A thought which has no ending.
A constant battle with yourself
in the bleak winter of age.

One by one they have died,
Your invisible  gods.
The vast landscape
of knowing the truth
still remains unconquered.

Pursue you must for the sake of moment
a flame which has no heat !


Satish Verma


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Untitled

Waking up every morning with this great fear and burden on my heart
Waking up every morning wanting to tear my heart apart
 
Speaking to the enemy at church and on the phone 
I get this feeling of dread while I'm at home
 
At one point in my life I was wishing I could just escape from this treacherous 
world
Wishing and hoping that my world would stop twirling 
 
At one point in my life it was changing dramatically 
I felt like no one could see me 
 
I wasn't always the center of attention 
But my life was racing so fast, I was about to have a head-on-collision
 
Scared of my past, I let my past define
Scared of my present, I let other people define me 
 
Crying black tears that no one could see 
Crying black tears that came from the depths within me 
 
As the tears fell down from my cheek, thoughts of suicide started to slip in
Not knowing what to do I started to give in
 
With the people around me caring for me deeply
They didn't let me give in and now I'm starting to see me
 
Life changing as it may seem this is everything that 's happened to me 
Life changing as it may seem I didn't let these things get the best of me


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APARTHIED

Offspring were preoccupied in their spiral career, 
you feel sorry. You don’t get the sleep, 
core-feelings flee from 
the windows of an ailing house. 
A cloud softens again in the eyes. 
Wronged truth has created 
an aparthied in ranks of candles.

Inner pain gropes towards 
the spot between eyes.
You survive by the 
whispers of absolute bliss. 
Looking becomes a sequential text. 
The self divides the darkness into hot flames. 
Outpouring the anguish, the frailities.

At dawn the blackness 
of dripping night fades.
The earth wins the moral nothingness, 
beyond the regrets of inspired sermons. 
The psyche is rooted 
deep in the mud, topless
dust spreading the 
message of preferred truce.



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DUST

Creeping in waking night
was fear of fear
and you wanted to accept the defeat
retreat,
It gives you  solitude of
blank space, featureless.

The terrorist mask of blazing guns
bribing the absent gods,
for whom you are aiming?

The holy man on road
fakes,
crushing the grass
lilies getting flattened under the giant wheels.

Moving an bloody toes
festering heels
carrying the sacred earth under the nails
all night.
peeling the time, throwing the skn
and waiting
for the dust to settle.


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BLIND WALLS

Icons of evolution and 
loud men made a circle 
of nihility, leaping high,
splashing the black perfume. 
Nicotine reclaimed ne plus ultra. 
Lurching thrusts reached nowhere. 
Dirty fingers held the prosperity.

The dialogue of root 
and earth started a nameless fire.
Hunger stunned the leaves, 
brutalized by unmanaged truths. 
The sting operated in dark. 
Let going the lights, 
phantoms were starving. 
I saw my face for the first time.

I accept my responsibility 
for closed drapes.
Doors were banging in terror 
and there were sparks on the roof. 
The blind walls squirmed. 
It was time for your roadmap 
to show the lines, 
sign the winds.


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A LOVE STORY

Have not asked much,
still attached to you with subtleties,
I wanted freedom from you,
For removing stings from the flesh.

Anxiety was the darkest color
of floating buds on lake.
Sitting on the edge of panic,
I started counting the waves.

Mixed emotions always subtract a smile
Just lonely, I went for the swim in rimless agony.
Have not heard much of you in ages.
Still memories crop up for a while.
I wanted nemesis from you.

Talking of blue and white clouds
love has many moods.
Devastated by a burning moon
I was wishing a watery burial.



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ANCIENT ADDRESS

Black emptiness.
Death opens like a flower,
somebody is walking in.

You think of a soft punishment
for becoming faithless.
It was becoming a way of life.

Unlimited agony of wait
something to happen.
Nothing is heard in the field.

No shots. No kill.
Your day was over.
Night descends like a puzzle.

Grey cornea on the white lens:
clouds are playing a game,
mist has a smoky smell.

A city sleeps at last.
A poem I will not read.
It was my ancient address.



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MOB WAS COMING

The enormous evil pours 
its darkness on streets.
Violence throws its tentacles.
Overpowering fear stalks
and we shrink inside. 
Ancient wounds fester again. 
Our pain knives the clitches and 
suddenly we search for the roots.

When the centuries fail,
who will link the dates?
The spaces in mind 
are thronged by promising tomorrows 
of soft pornography. 
The virus spreads far 
and wide and calender bares the ignobles.

The mob was coming. 
Windows have new paint.
We will collectively burn 
the scriptures in the city. 
The deep tunnels hide the debris 
of our broken limbs and shredded belief.


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SUICIDES

In despair,
beyond-pain, I will watch my dreams
in rimless eyes of wet faces.

The lake had been sending back
the white and black shrouds
everyday.

They were jumping one by one
old and young,
from the twisted planks
holding geraniums.

A warm prayer on the lips,
what was left worth enduring ?
The innocence, the guilt, the shame ?

Clinging to bloody lumps of happiness
who is going to have a last laugh ?
Time is breathing gloom,
body is attached to a pole.


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LUCKY

Got this puppy at my feet
so sweet
got this man in my bed
so sweet

Got this monkey on my back
so bad, so sweet

Let me tell you bout this monkey
been there a long time
so long, I'm just bout used him
might miss him
if I decided he was gone

I think I am too into MYSELF
I'm an ass
it pains me
that people are dyin
starvin
bein killed
heads chopped off
babies. oh babies....

I take it back
that stuff about the monkey
Monkey can just go screw himself
I'M LUCKY

 


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DEAD FAITH

Pardon my mask
I will put you on pedestal to torment me,
because you were necessary
for my existence.
When I prepare finally my death wish
you can smile.

Your eyes are looking through my head,
I know,
you were hurt from my moon face.
I will wash your feet with my tears now.

Exhausted, nameless in a crowd
I was counting my see-through triumphs
all piled up as burned out bones.

To live without meaning is very painful.
Everything is abused for self gratification.
Over a black sky, against the mountains
the old silence becomes teeth of a dead faith.


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GO AWAY

Unlived death, that was me
waking in exile from the bones.
He said I remember your verse
a split open bloom!

Given away your gems to sea
ready to become ash, green blood, 
you have killed a white cloud
now go for a floral burial.

He said I remained unpacked
like an open wound.
How far space will hang on the shoulders,
how far the sky will remain blue?

Snow will not melt I presume
I will burn my shirt with stain.
Life will not stop but conceive
the proud burning pain.

I stand today without complaints
grieve for my silence, ignorance.
There was a home I could not save
miles from water like bright dome.


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Lonely

I used to be filled with life. Happiness and strife. All of this has passed me by. 
I cannot even let out a sigh. Only to be lonely and cold. I've lost my faith Im not 
as bold. I need some one to guide my back. Get me away from these brutal attacks. I 
only wish I was not alone. To be brought back to life from this concrete stone. My 
life was stolen from me. I will run away to the wild sea. I sneak out without a 
Sound. I wake up on the cold hard ground. My body aches from the torture. I can 
only see is a portrait of her. My mother my saint. This women fought to protect me 
from you. I speak "why did you kill her?" You reply "She was just like you! A 
useless women!" I cry to God to help me now "Please take me away from this world!
I don't want to be lonely anymore. I wont take the beatings once more! I will break 
free from these chains! I want my life back! Give me it now..." As i slowly fade 
from the world. I can a voice call to me. It sounds like an angel. NOw all is 
quite. I am not alone anymore. You have brought me back to her. Thank you God. I am 
finally at peace. While the devil sits in a lonely cell. I am with my angel my 
mother. While he sits in ...


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FRUITS FALL LIKE DREAMS

We were absent from ourselves,
the stillness roared
like a mad sea. 
Keeping a night vigil didn’t help,
we felt protected in blazing sun,
quality of answers were deteriorating,
the truth existed,
beyond our beliefs.

In non-aligned manners 
we disengaged from pain.
It had become a habit,
to walk in swamps 
instead of asphalt road, 
which was leading to peace. 
We watched the rise,
and fall of attitudes together. 
Language failed to find an asylum.

Ataxia of windows,
cannot barricade the light,
the fruits fall like dreams, 
on hard ground, to crack open,
and disperse the seeds.
When you start the
voyage to distant realities,
your days are over.


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WITHOUT A NAME

In the triumph of flesh,
when fame of the world was your thing,
a sequence of defeats piled up
and time became stronger than the symbols.

Was it not easier
to abandon the consciousness ?
Living a dog’s life was more comfortable
without a qualm.
How painful it was to know the reality unclothed !

You had achieved nothing in life
and were readying up now
to receive thoughts of death.
Time had no beginning
and time had no end.

Do you think all will be well at last ?
Will we be happy without you ?
Or you will be remembered as a hero
without a name !



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The End

I once looked at you knewing it would end
But what I didn't know was when
I loved you to death, you were more than a friend
You were there for me through thick and thin
Which I thought would never end
I wish I could of been there on there
on that horrible day that we came to an end
But just so you know your the one that earned
My heart and my soul


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SUPER TERRAIN

The metastatic figure.
He was seeking truth without thought,
being in and out, he was sleepwalking in
dream. I am the absolute, he said. Skeletons
are popping up everywhere. Poor beasts.
And there was the tired flame who
burned all night in vain.

The body was aching after the discovery
of a super terrain. Another earth? or
a conventional aberration? The planet
was heaving with hot clouds. Reason
for a substitute. Right perception of
life was difficult. Everybody was running
in opposite direction for a message.

He dives to pull up the corpse of liberty
locked deep in water. A noble idea to 
free the corrupt world from the bondage
of decaying foundations. Half-truths and
half-lies must live together for the human
survival. Quest of the self ultimately
begs for forgiveness.


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Miles Away

I can hear the wind speak to me
oh you why did you come here
you knew it was all to goood to be true
you knew tha this love was not true or
so you thought it was
Now you know its not 
And your broke with no place to go 
miles away from home


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Remember Me

Remember Me! 

I Have seen the light, and been granted the key to Heaven.
God will not push or pull me , yet he will embrace me with open arms.

My world of bright by day, and Dark by night has kept behind my loving ways.

Quote me on this for this is what I have to say 

Please don't mourn me, instead celebrate my life, and remember me as I was.

"Forget me not I say"

But remember this forever, and always.
Now I'm with God in the kingdom of heaven, to help watch over you, and guide 
you and your family threw your future days.
Remember Me!


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The day after Marshel

The day after  everyone knew
and it was him they were after
The day after that it started
to hit me as I cried for hours
The day after they still
couldn't find him
A week went by and my
dreams were all gone
Then two weeks more and
the pain felt the same
A month and a week some
started to dout me
Four months  later and
I try to ignore it
Now it's been about a
year some have forgotten
but I remember how 
it hurt the day after Marshel.