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Visit me in a dream

Come and visit me in a dream,

And tell me how you are,

Are you floating on a cloud?

Have you found the brightest star?

 

I know you're with us somewhere,

Even though you can't be seen,

Painting the bluest sky,

Or among the grass so green.

 

As I'm wandering through the park,

Looking up at the trees,

Daydreaming of the joy you brought,

Will you visit me please?

 

Just send me a little sign,

White feathers on the breeze,

To let me know you're happy, free

And put my mind at ease.

 

Or ask a passing stranger,

With twinkling brown eyes,

A cheeky smile, and baldy head,

To nod as he passes by.

 

Or maybe play a special song,

Loud, on my radio,

That could have been written just for you,

About all the love we've known.

 

Come visit me in a dream,

And tell me how you are,

I know you're there, a floating cloud,

And one of the brightest stars.


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UNION OR DELUSION?

He lives with her and says for sure, that's where he wants to be.
A lovely wife, who hides her strife, how attractive; Not to me.

Though she did stray, he chose to stay, defending love unkind.
He claims success, when it's a mess; A delusion of the mind.

He comes to me for I am free, my mind and soul complete.
I do not reflect; I have self respect and can't settle for defeat.

It's hard to say why he won't stay, perhaps I'm just to real.
He can't fool me, for I can see beyond ones fake appeal.

He will not leave though, she'll deceive and hide behind her fear.
It's way too late to close that gate; He would rather die than veer.

There was a time it crossed my mind, he'd choose this maiden fair.
This is me, miss reality, and he's not going anywhere.

Although I know that time will show, mistakes burn deep, ask me?
For I've been there without passions flare, and I lived in misery.

At least I know I'm not a show, but it seems that's what they crave.
A challenge, please! I'll never tease and you can mark that on my grave!


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The Addict

They live in a war zone, battling, absent of pause,
While seeking from within some exonerating cause;
Their existence is no more than one breath on a string,
They squint at the carnage, their war's sure to bring.

Having no distant future for the moment they exist,
All because of some substance free wills can't resist.
While their string continues their brains do so fry,
It has made drugs our problem a fact we can't deny.


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The Homeless Are Human Too

Imagine a vagrant...asleep on a bench
Imagine his body.....alive with foul stench
Picture this if you can/his life in the past
His mother a drunk, his father lives fast
Cast from his home at a tender young age
Still going to school at the puberty stage
Thrown to the streets to live as a bum
Nobody caring/his future looks glum
But, The Homeless Are Human, despite disbelief
Most even have Wisdom, bring comfort/relief
So, when you start thinking they belong locked in a zoo
Just remember my Friends....that this could be you


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Letter To A War Widow

With warmest regards and the saddest lament
I write this small note with the best of intent

The newspaper’s account of your husband’s death
Made me feel as if I was short of breath

As the son of a Veteran who twice went to war
I’ve often wondered, what my life would have had in store

If my father had not returned home one day
And I had to share my grief on public display

I was not born the first time he went away
And was just ten when he left again, somehow feeling betrayed

I didn’t quite understand why he had to leave
It took a while to learn not to grieve

I read that you have two little boys, just six and eight
I can’t imagine what you say to make their restless dreams abate

My mind used to play out my greatest fear
Misplacing his last tape recording, saying his coming home date was near

On return tapes to him, I played guitar and talked too
Trying to make him feel like he was home, even if untrue

I write this note to help me remember
That even though my father returned in December

Many that go off to war, do not
And sons, daughters, spouses and families are caught

In a process of grieving that abates only with time
It takes as long as it does, there is no magical chime  

To help you and your sons with your journey that I feared most
Enclosed is a contribution to their foundation host

Not at all a fair trade, just to help provide for their well being 
I know you remind them that their father’s love is all seeing


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My Gun

I feel for the miserable day,
They try to take MY gun away…


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Unknown

Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?

Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.

And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.

I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep. 

Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.

And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.


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Sympathy Letter

To walk a mile in ones shoes,
Takes more then a glance,
Hold close with no excuse,
To give sympathy a chance.

As the journey is more than a window,
It has a house to build on,
Carrying the past as a shadow,
The ticket to the body of brawn.

The inner self knows all,
The outsiders read this to judge,
Don't point to the game with a fast ball,
For the true sympathy within will nudge.

You may not go through their times,
Or set yourself up in disguise,
Not one has the same obstacles to climb,
As some shy away from the hidden suprise.

You could be the one to make a change,
In the life of another or like wise,
You could be the one to arrange,
Or learn something new to revise.

Choices are given to each of us,
Some use widsom to lead,
Pull in the energy with blankness, 
Alert in the errors; no need to proofread.

Sympathy gives off as a lifestyle,
Surrounded by a circle of care,
Listen with no words; a smile,
Giving your own struggles to share.

Use sympathy in all met,
For the main asset is understanding,
Walk a mile in anothers headset,
Not giving a blemish for the binding.


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Drunken

The shade of a swizzle stick dark and drawing
Fear head will fall in shivers while bowing
Snorts for some warmth fighting dreams till endowing
and save you from hugs where illusions are calming

Drooling aside to wiping the stubble
Awaken; then rising, then resting when humble
Sweet sleeping dreamer a'rest in the rubble
Left until morning when words will mean trouble


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Please Forgive Weakness It Makes Us Strong

So we all face the weepy songs, throat clogged
just because its blue month with the rain running down.

So our stomachs quiver and we can’t quite turn 
the doorknob, enter in to the late arrival complaints.

We forget them, next morning when the sun is strong
and our legs move us and our heart soars to sky.

And the breaking times, all alone, no one who understands
when nothing fits and we can’t figure out what went wrong,

we all have them sometime in our life, when our closest
teddy bear is a pillow smashed and covered with tears.

We set aside those memories, never going there again,
parent or child who died,  suicide on mind that we recognize

in seeing you and hold you against the time you will reject
because even when we forget, we remember, all the deaths

and paint them yellow, plant the daisies, turn on brass
joyous refrains because having endured, we are strong.


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One ticket please

As all things come together and so again must end,
We gather now in tribute, to our brother and our friend.
His life on earth, now at a close, but in hopes of things to come, 
We take comfort; he’s in a new life, far beyond the setting sun.
Free now from all the torment, that had filled him with such pain,
And in hopes that springs eternal, when we board our twilight train.


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Friends

Friends


When we come to a meeting
We are welcomed with a warm greeting

We come together because of a loss and pain
At our meetings, always something to gain 

We try to help a friend
With hope and talks right to the end

This is a place you may see tears
We all have those fears

Where here to help our heart and our mind
All the people here are so kind

We talk about our loves, the good and bad
Sometimes we may get very sad

We listen to what someone would say
Someone may cry and that’s okay 

One of our own had started a group, BSG
Bereavement Social Group come and see

Life is to live and then we die
It’s those in betweens that can make us cry



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Soul to Heaven

It was the sound of her last word
I listened to and just had heard
Before to God she soon did go
Leaving me on earth here below.

Memories of her had come to me
Which I wanted to be reality
But would pass by and no longer last
And all became part of the past.

Away to God in heaven has gone
And near pond is a doe with her fawn
Reminding me of my mother
Who I always loved like no other.

By has past with all the time in it
That still in future will always fit;
When the day was at its end
Message to mother I'll now send.

Mom I still will love you so
And always tried to make her know,
So much to me she has meant;
Her soul to God in heaven was sent.


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Oh Broken Monster

   Oh Broken monster 
in my arms,
I alone can see your charms.
   Oh Broken monster
 in my dreams,
only I can hear your screams.

  Oh Broken monster 
once again,
II beseech you as a friend,
Still you claim you will
infect me,
Still you banish 
and reject me.

  Can't you understand 
devotion?
Have you not the slightest 
notion,
how a love like mine 
could change you?
smooth and soothe
and rearrange you?

  Deep within 
no monster waits,
you were twisted by your fate.
the ugliness is in your mind.....

  come to me.................
             true love is blind.


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In Search Of Jacob

<          riding home with brother and friend from convenience store
            this masked man got out of his trucks door

            asked each boy what was their ages
            made them place bikes in ditch or face guns gauges

            Jacob was the oldest of the three
            just 11 good gracious golly

           St Joseph Minnesota close to St Cloud
           days weeks month lined with flowering shrouds

           his mother and father got congress to sign an act
           for crimes against children and sexually violence attacks


           now there is a bridge of hope
           called Jacob Wetterling foundation so families can cope


           our little lost sheep
           we still to continue to shed tears and weep


           for there is still an unmarked date
           where death has not been filled in on your headstones slate






Taken Oct 22 1989 From St Joseph Minnesota


In Search Of Jacob Wetterling still goes on

You Are Not Forgotten 





                       

           
                    
                       


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Polar Bears And The Penguins

Some times they say the great and mighty do fall…
And the penguin story of greatness, should be heard by all.
Polar bears are mighty and cunning with massive brute strength.
But they messed with the penguins, a mistake, I do think.

The polar bears went after the penguins and cute little chicks.
So you’ll never guess what those cute little penguins did.
Using the most courageous penguins as a target so nice.
They lured all the polar bears, for the first time, out onto the ice.

The greedy bears moved out in force for the kill.
But the penguins pushed the ice flows into the currents windmill.
So intent on dinner and full of themselves, were they that day… 
That the polar bears didn’t notice the ice caught in the currents sway.

The polar bears were way out to sea, before noticing their plight.
And, by then, the penguins were safely at home tucked in for the night.
You might say, the current was a friend to the penguins that day.
For it eventually sent those polar bears to the North Pole far away.

Now the moral of this story is here to easily understand.
Brute strength is not the greatest thing to cherish; it is far greater to plan…
And, never turn your back on a penguin I say.
They’re the reason there’s no polar bears at the South Pole, to this day.

Tell Me A Story Contest


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What I see when I read other peoples poems

  
When I put myself in the reader’s shoes, 

My mind it unlocks my heart becomes fused, 

So many paths are written about, 

Some with emotional pain, fear and doubt, 

Some just admire love and the rain, 

Some people’s words are written in vain, 

Whatever the journey I can jump right in, 

Words have no boundary’s they start where my eyes begin, 

Echoes of sadness transfer through to my chest, 

Welding the pieces of alone and depressed, 

Confusion and clutter glued to their verses, 

Lyrics and styles some blessings and some curses,

Some intellectually murder expression, 

While others navigate me through lust and obsession, 

Some make declarations, oaths and pledges, 

Language can break through all previous wedges, 

Others can take me back to long ago, 

During wars of succession that troubled them so, 

Drifters and seekers, 

My fellow poets are speakers,

Unraveling time, 

By a single rhyme, 

Just like the lyrics of King David, 

Heartache and trouble can leave some jaded, 

But when others can take that journey with you again, 

All from a poets notebook and pen, 

The past comes alive and the present becomes real, 

Dirt roads aren’t as scary and soldiers finally heal, 

Our souls become one by the words we do speak, 

So take time to read another persons week, 

For their lessons may be the energy that saves some youth, 

Their story’s may be the emotion that engrave in your heart truth,

Take a moment to walk through someone else's mind, 

There is no telling what you will find. 


By: Sabina Nicole


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Extensions

Shadows suffocate purified air,
Voices that whisper no one cares,

The moon surrenders to the sun,
While Madness tries to steal what has already begun,

But just like the fiercest labor pains late in the night,
When it gets so hard and you lose your will to fight,

That is when the crown of life starts to be seen,
All that pressure in the end makes one glisten and gleam,

Carry on through the storms you now face,
For God won’t let any part of your struggles go to waste,

One person’s heartache is another person’s hope,
Sharing your story is like a fortified rope,

On top of a mountain used to assist others that climb, 
Always remember to extend it in perilous times,

And if you should ever fall down yourself,
The extensions you have secured will bring you great wealth,
The extensions are physical, emotional and spiritual health.

By: Sabina Nicole


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Here Take My Seat

<                                          Racial      Segregation
                                             One         Nation

                                              Why   Oh   Why
                                              Did   King  Try
                                              

                                              Right   Or   Wrong
                                              Everyone   Belongs

                                        
                                              Black     Or   White
                                              Put        Up   Fight

                                   
                                               Americian    Made
                                               Blood          Gave

                                              


                                                Share        Wealth
                                                Spare        Health


                                                 Rosa         Parks

                                                 She   Did   Bark




Entry For
Adeleke Adeite's
African Attitude

                                               

                                                   

                                                  

                               


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New Beginning

Introduction: It’s a piece dedicated to the lullaby of a different kind. It’s something which has happened to many out there, but the experience is distinctively significant…


A priceless surprise, silenced all in its tune By a soft heavenly cry, from the delivery room Only a few hours was the night; so young Where for the first time, she opened her eyes, While by her side her dearly loved one For the last time, closed her teary eyes Father held her near and resounded to her cry; But all mother could share was, this lullaby – The long last beep from the ECG Echoed her heartbeat…The last goodbye Happiness and sadness broke through the night With streams of tears for mother’s plight; She never had the chance to hold her close But left precious prayers that never left her side As she came down to their hearts Her soul flew up high apart, The transfer of two lives through one, Their journey was complete and done Caught within that reverie He conveyed the Azaan through her ears, In the wake of such irony He fell down to prostrate in tears When all hopes seemed to end, father’s prayer did transcend O’ Almighty became her closest friend and had for her a Grande plan, Under HIS mercy and HIS guide, she flourished through the darkest nights To a new beginning – she set off to write.


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Lonely Rose Called Lene

Such smile so rare that fascinates me; 
Bestowed in the angel, not so long, I've known. 
Like a lightning that strikes in the middle of the day, 
In my heart I, quickly, built a home of her own. 
           
An angel I've known not from a friend or a dream, 
Who has teased me so gently to put-off my heartaches and pains. 
She just befell in my solitude as I try to rebirth. 
And helped me forget the troubles and the things that I hate. 

How I love to hold her and offer her a throne 
For to me she is regal and deserves to be crowned. 
Before I could do it she has transformed to a form, 
The angel is now a flower before the break of the dawn. 

Behold! A contest erupts among the bees in the field, 
To hover upon this new flower the sunrise revealed. 
I could only sigh to the heavens to send a rare summer rain 
To nourish and sustain this lonely rose called Lene. 


Time & Date Written: 
10:04pm - 10:33pm, 
February 17, 2008 

Dedicated to: A.T. whom I had the chance to chat in the net 
when I was in Phnom Phen, Cambodia. The poem is written just 
for you, my special friend, whether we've only known each 
other through the net or by subconscious circumstances. 
And when age wrinkles your lovely face, you can always claim 
that once upon a time an obscure poet had purposely written a 
poem just for you. 

It was a one-time conversation(February 10, 2008) but her story 
struck me to the bones that I vowed responsibility to protect her, 
anyhow, if ever I will have the chance to meet her personally. 
The above poem is written on imaginary impression of her that 
if she ever deferred her dark plans and have the chance to remember me, 
and read what I wrote, she will know that to me or perhaps to other 
people she is special, desirable, and deserving of a happy life too.


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White Walled Room

I sit here in this white walled room, not knowing what to do,
I sit here in my misery, thinking all my wrongs through.

All there is to do in here, is think of my mistakes,
And think of all the people that have blown me off like flakes.

This room is full of people that I truely do despise,
But I have done them wrong as well, see myself through their eyes.

Its really hard to understand why I mess up so much,
But in this white walled room it gives me time to dwell on such.

And why I'm so pathetic i guess we will never know,
I know I'm stuck in here because the punches that I've thrown.

So anyone thats reading of the white walled room I'm in,
I'm sorry for what I've destroyed, including ex best friends.


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End Up With Cancer

My son had done it since just a kid
By others, forever they would forbid
When smoking often has been done
What you do others will start to shun.

Why should people smoke these days
When they will never receive any praise
To smokers seems to be an escape;
Smell does even get on each drape.

They continue smoking day after day
And for poor people I will always pray
They finally found an eloquent answer
It can cause you to end up with cancer.

James Thomas Horn
www.poetrysoup.com


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The Monster

The monster became a living, walking nightmare
my dive into insanity, no longer perfect, containing a blank stare

I should resist, the monster will find me, run away with me
Pretend to hear my meager complaints, force me to see what I'm afraid to see

Blame and guilt, volleying right and left, up and down
It's crashing me closer, with every step, I'm falling to the ground

It's all a game, just play along, play the game, play it well
Brimming confidence, dissolved in thoughts, of what? I won’t tell

Demons, devil born souls, run quick, run fast, stand my ground
No sense of fear, n sense of foreboding, not even a slight sound

High speed, pursuit of hell, bent on going, bent on crashing
Giving into the power, life's faster, lights flashing

Crash and torment me again, my eyes close after all
The beginning of the end for me, feeling numb after the fall

Is there a way out? I'm different, distant and moved on
Listen to the water, calling, coaxing into death, I'm gone

Endless, empty cloud; dreamless oblivion; oxygen, exhalation
Am I dead? Still alive? Broken into pieces, I need motivation

Reality closes in, walls me in; until there’s nothing there
Death comes behind me, containing a blank stare.


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Just a Little Something-Something

In a world with so much life and culture,
All you need is just a little something-something

It's better than a whole lot of something,
Because then it might be too much

Like love,
All you need is a sample

To realize
It isn't the only thing to make someone happy

And if they think it is,
All they need is just a little something-something

Tell them they're better off without
Another terrible heartache

That there is nothing more better than being 
Free from the name, "So-and-so's girl"

All they need,
Is just a little something-something


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SATAN'S TORMENT

Torment manifests in my soul
Loved ones seem compelled to console

I live my past again and again
People’s sympathies bring back pain

Suppressed feelings vanquish
Longing grief shall languish

Infuriating my flesh with pain
Someone remind him of his shame

How I wonder about her fears
Far beyond my withered tears

Believe me when I tell you this
My child’s father stole her bliss

Such torment frustrates my world
Satan exploited my little girl

How can I subjugate this hell 
When Satan lives within her shell ?




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What Did I Ever Do To You

There are many things that are caught by the naked eye
They could be weird or strange or even crazy things that'll make you cry

Think my strangest encounter thus far
Was a little skunk caught in a snare from my car

In underbrush and weeds so high
Heard it's whimpers then saw it's final sigh

Razor edges wrapped around its head
For sure I thought it was dead

As I moved in closer to take a peek
Its hind back arched and sprayed oh how it reeked

Poor little guy I could do nothing for
Except call D.N.R and cry once more

As they placed it in a steel cage
Heard the officer say it was that of young age

When do you think one will learn
Gods creatures did nothing in return






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Il Fiore Della Bruma P2

Bright Lotus of the lily pad
Let it be known who fears the fall
You who all would uphold in slumber
Blind to a gaze refrained or stalled.
Amongst this lonely block of figures and sand
And thick, heated lines
You glide across water in whispers;
The divine scope of earthly kind.
You I had watched from this embankment
For days on end without question or hope
Enskied before me as light azure
Cool dream where pond turns to rivers slow.

Bright Lotus of the lily pad
Let it be known who fears the fall,
For at once you grip to the shadow’s hand
And draw through paths by the tone of his call.
He who is half in love with easeful death
Holds you like an ancient coin,
And raises glass above your breath
When markets make themselves purloin.

Bright Lotus of the lily pad
I cry for you cannot see the same,
Gaily look upon the water still
At once your face would seem to change.
And I cry out bright Lotus
Let it be known that you fear the fall,
For you run from reason and hide away
Clinging to the shadow’s pall.


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Curled Up

Her skin white, drained
Her expression dark, pained
Eyes staring out, completely blank
Hair lifeless, dank
Her fingers curled, still
In her mouth, a cyanide pill


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Future Gain

It's all a common misconception,
Living in a world of dark deception,
No-one really knows the truth,
Horming new generation youth,.
Cannot configure right from wrong, 
We're stringing them all along,.
Leading them to a bleak future,
One with nothing but a dying culture,
I'd like to say "we can change",
But we are all too stuck in our ways,
Change isn't seem as something good,
It's about making things understood.


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A Soldier Departs

A soldier dies for the sake of his country
He lived in a land where we’re all meant to be free

Bleeding from his wounds he speaks before his life is done
“Not every soldier goes to heaven and I fear that I am one”

“I fought to save the innocent from suffering”
“I fought so hard but I couldn’t save them from dying”

He gasps as he chokes on his tears
His mind is but a fleeting memory thinking of long forgotten years

“My parents said to grow up and live strong”
“If they could see me now, would they hold me before I’m gone?”

“Or have I crossed the line between man and beast?”
“Oh Lord I beg of you, let this pain cease”

“Or has God forsaken man?”
“Does it matter? I’ve already fought and died for this land”

Hovering between life and death
He speaks with his last breath

“Is God watching now, have I done well?”
“If not heaven, where else can I go? For I’ve already seen hell”


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Aids

Once I went to a hospital
There aids patient’s were on the beds with death’s proposal

As Aids is pronounced it is not so simple
To take every breath they cross huge pain hill

There I saw life and deaths fight
They hopefully fight for life but death was in their sight

For each breath they were given pills
But the gap between the world and patients make their life more terrible

Those people are far from life and closed to death
Those people with such short and painful life are kept away like filth

They are treated as if they have done crime
No one understand what brought them in such a time

They are nether fully death nor alive
By the physical and mental pain they prefer death, then to survive

On the other hand doctors does not allow them to die
With the medical power these half death people are force to survive

So Aids end is not so simple as Aids is pronounced
For these peoples terrible physical and mental death is announced


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Johnny 's Song

He was born to sing upon his land
Now he's resting in God's Everlasting hands

Didn't matter who you were
That voice you'll remember for sure

A voice that could shed many a tear
Or make you just want to stand up and cheer

Oh how'll I miss this one hell of a man
Made me today of who I am

Across oceans far and wide
Johnny sang his songs with passionated pride

Now he soars amidst his eagle friends
High above the rockies bends

Oh Johnny this song's for you
As I sing about your eagle friends too




In Loving Memory 
       of 
John Denver  { 1943 -1997 }


Soar My Feathered Friend

  {  R.I.P. }


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llsls

20:53] scorpiosquizzy14: iight hold on
[20:54] scorpiosquizzy14: two kids dat go to a drama high skoo
actin a fool tryna keep it cool
kisses and hugs in the corner
people in tha hallways screamin "Mrz.PONA"
but then comes out all the words
all these rumors everyone heard
then it leads to one big argument
try to forget
then regret for not talkin
fxck tha others they can continue there stalkin
becuz no matter how hard they try to tear them apart
they will always be together....by heart


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BEGGING

1.Giving to needy, alms
rest all loan.
2.Though beneficial receiving ill
giving alms virtuous.
3.Upper ever give alms
before uttering poor.
4.Giver is unhappy until 
needful receiver smiles.
5.Curing hunger by food
betters Rishis’ control.
6.Curing hungry is treasure 
preserving future  food.
7.Sharing food with others  
never suffer hungry. 
8.Are unworthy unaware giving
others, useless hoardings?
9.Not-giving, consuming hoardings alone
greater than begging.
10Possessing nothing to give
worse than death. 
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Dedicated to Thiruvalluvar(31B.C), the author in Tamil
Translated by S.Kandasamy, MUSIRI, TAMILNADU, INDIA
Published in poetry.com on 13-12-13


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I Want My Mommy

as I lie in this womb
for it's my heart you'll hear beat soon

da beat beat beat
and da tapping of tiny feet

attached cord
was my mighty sword

words of disgrace
embedded in my taste

drug of ill fath
served on my plate

you have rather me died
than to hear my wimper and cries

I could of made you proud
instead of being wrapped in this tiny shroud

now I am someone else's angel
wearing a nice shinny golden halo


as my unspoken words goes out to you
I hope your next child won't have to go through this too




Tribute To The Unborn


Entery For 
Raul Moreno's
Unspoken Words Contest
GL All


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A Prayer for Haiti

I pray dear God to grant reprieve
To Haitian brother in dire need.
Spirit, instill a strength divine,
Transform his heart as loving Guide.
May healing hands inspire hope,
May grace and love our prayers provoke.
Raise Haiti’s head, with conqu’ring faith
You will prevail, you will prevail. Amen.


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Walking Away (2006)

Walking away 
As she lay
Screaming in pain
He crossed each lane
Not looking back as she cried
Screaming her inside died
Alone in the middle of nowhere
Lost and he didn’t even care 


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Last 1 Left

Am I the last one left
cause all the world is a mess

I seek to teach my brothers
but they seek their own success

How can the people ignore
the hurting neighbor next door 

They act like life is just that easy
when you're black and you're poor

So I prepare myself to fight
and get ready for war

For soon the sad will be the happy
and feel no pain no more

So with my very last breath
before I lay down and rest

I want to say that I feel 
like I'm the last one left.


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Close Friend

When nothing is going your way
When you can truly sit there and say

You hate your life
I want to be there for you in your time of strife

I don't want you to be so alone
So relax with me and become prone

Prone to bad intent
To sit with me and vent

I'll hold you tight if need be
I am a close friend you will see

Cry on my shoulder
I will sit and hold her

Let everything out
No longer cry and pout

Look up at me
I want you to see

I will always be here for you
Of this will always be deemed true

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All rights reserved

-Matthan C. Atherton


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HOMELESS

Nowhere to run and nowhere to hide.
His lonely heart only knows to survive.

He stands on the corners and begs on the street.
A small dingy can filled with change at his feet.

Some people say he is just simply lazy.
Others have said he is brooding or crazy.

I've heard people scream to him - Go get a job!
I've seen people throw things and laugh - What a slob!

I shake my head and my eyes fill with tears.
I wonder what happened in his younger years?

I can't help but picture this man as a child.
Did his Mom or Dad hit him, or just let him run wild?

What gives people the right to stand there and judge?
It could have been them standing knee-deep in sludge.

It may have been alcohol, depression or war.
How can anyone know why his life went ajar?

I don't know either, but still there he stands.
With the shirt on his back and guitar in his hands.


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An Ode to the White Dove

Never shall I spot a more precious dove
It’s pure feathers express innocent love.

Wings of unspoken exquisiteness flutter with speed
This divine creature will one day fall to human greed.


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AMEN

  Floodgates flow with poets pain
reading them is such a strain
it makes one want to find a cure
how much can their hearts endure?
    yet to know they have a place
to say it all and bare their face
if they but knew how much God cares
they'd speak their poems in their  prayers.


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Even Life Is Like A Stone

It seems, the clerk is not in the best form today
For he gave me an extra cash, like an extra pay

I just want a $359; instead, he handed a $539
Should I take it or not, a question in my mind

I am no saint I admit and I want this $180 bucks
Should I care for him, if, he will be on the rocks
 
I must struggle against strange voices in my head,
That really keep messing me, even, when I’m in bed

Feed me...feed me...of evil things, says the first
No only me, says the other, even if you are thirst

Though, I’ve three kids and my shoulder is in pain
I let myself not to nourish them with an easy gain

For I believe that man does not live by bread alone
This is what I’m trying to do; even life is like a stone




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I gazed helplessly full of sorrow
Knowing that this boy wont see tomorrow
He laid there on the ground
Full of agony but cried not a sound
My eyes full of silent tears
His eyes full of silent fears
He will die because of quick money
Because of the dangers he failed to see
He played with fire to feed his kids and wife
Now his body will never again breathe life
He'll be remembered only through a grave
People will forget where his body laid
In his coffin his soul will rest
With two shots in his chest
He was just a youth trying to be a man
It was the consequences he didn't understand
Now he lies here with his last few words
"Tell my wife I love her," was all I heard