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Sympathy Introspection Poems | Introspection Poems About Sympathy

These Sympathy Introspection poems are examples of Introspection poems about Sympathy. These are the best examples of Sympathy Introspection poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

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Details | Acrostic |

Open Sores

I am a coward with open sores. 
I write and wonder who it bores. 
I hear my heart and mind argue repeatedly. 
I see others carrying out my dreams; 
that’s what’s defeated me.
 
I am a coward with open sores. 
I pretend open doors are closed, and walk the other way. 
I touch base with the fear in my heart, 
it tears me apart leaving me with nothing to say... 
I worry the world will leave me. 
I cry because no one believes in me. 

I am a coward with open sores. 
I understand nothing comes easy. 
I say I’m happy, but even I don’t believe me. 
I dream I am healed and brave. 
I try to overcome my weaknesses before I’m in my grave. 
I hope you hear me.
I’m on all fours. 
I am a coward with open sores. 


* 1st Place in Contest "MARCH MADNESS" Sponsored by Carolyn Devonshire on 3/8/2011

* 1st PLACE in Contest "ONE OFF" Sponsored by Brian Strand on 5/11/2011 judged     
6/17/2011

                 
 ©  2011  ~JSLaM    


Details | Blank verse |

Acceptance

Opened like a morning leaf
exposed beneath the moon,
Resting in the tentacles
of a clouded ink coccoon.
Wringing hands now rest at peace-
the solitude of night,
a lantern in the wilderness
the miracle of flight.
Dancing on the tabletops
or falling from a swing,
is noticing the networking
of every living thing.
Observation is the art
that shows a single frame,
experience will turn to stone
the given and the gained.


Details | Free verse |

The Beauty In Futility

Futility
my heart breathes its last breath
Embraces its own death
Ready to be reborn 
and made anew

Can’t live a lie
Refuse to “do”
and I’ll DIE....
Focus now on why I’ll live 
And never touch the sky. 

I have to forget you
I have to reject you 
But I will never love anyone 
like I loved you.....

I heard you whisper 
and you never knew it
I wiped the tears from your eyes 
But you couldn’t feel it

You’re lost and you’ll never find you
And neither will I 
And I’m so sorry--
but I’m NOT. 

I'll attempt to reset
Try to forget
But you know, I never will. 

Be my dirty little secret 
My very worst-kept secret 
Sweet, smooth, beautiful poison 
My infernal and endless attraction 
towards complete and utter self-destruction 

I fell in love with the devil
And it will take one heck of an angel
To save me from the likes of you....

My addiction 
my confusion
my nightmare
my dream never to come true

Oh, I’ll never forget the times
we never shared
I’ll never forget 
how you were never there

Always me, the stars, and tears
And I ask you,
what kind of life is THAT?

I have to face the facts 
I don’t know what happens now
but it happens without you. 

The stains will always be there
the scars will never fade
But the memory of you----
it HAS to. 

I could carry the torch forever
But it would only consume me
I can’t cry another tear for you
Or I’ll dry up completely

It doesn’t affect you
and you never deserved me

You’ll go on with your life, too
All, all alone
Because you’ll only ever be in love
with you. 


Details | Rhyme |

Panic Room


Here in this room again 
mind’s racing 
the fan on low…

and I’m not to be trusted 
can’t be left alone here
with shot gun temples 
and a soul full of fear

no worse place than now
I can’t yell it more clearly 
I beg for your attention  
but I can’t stand you near me

contradiction swimming
in the blood of my veins
I’d cut off my hands
to send toxins to drain

I’m gutless
yet I’m too gutsy for action
say that in public
imagine the reaction

I sit in whirl pools
but I’ve always hated heat
and claim to take a stand 
but I’m lazy at my seat

and I’m always on time
as I miss the bus again
I lie in your face 
with a devilish grin

I’m harmless 
and swear I didn’t mean it
I talk about my conscience 
still I’ve never seen it 

in a world of swirling confusions
I’m stuck on the spin cycle
madness,
creating contusions
 
my game’s not over
I need a fresh start
I’m begging for new blood 
cus’ I’ve got a good heart


Details | I do not know? |

Whispers

I once heard a saying,
that the happiest people are the saddest
Shining because they’ve seen the darkest
Like the lotus that grows out of mud
Or the rotting stump that bears a bud..

You never know what troubles the mind
So be careful with words unkind
The glowing person just beside you
Could be a crumbling ruin behind the hairdo
 Most people struggle everyday
Souls burdened with decay..

I guess it takes a lot of courage
To act normal with that damage
Hard to believe that under the surface
Lives a soul with no purpose
A cry for help won’t be any crisper
Listen to the their inner whisper..


Details | Rhyme |

A Sympathy Look

If you are reading this poem after I am dead
My one question for you is, “Why”
I begged you to read these while I was still here
And you hardly even gave it a try

Now that I am no longer alive
You give it a sympathy look
Well, I absolve you of that obligation
You can close the cover of this book

Think about the things you would do for others
Of your loved ones when they are dead
And do those things for them now
While they are still walking around instead

I know it is easier to express your emotions
To somebody buried in the ground
But saying those things while looking in their eyes
Is better for you and them, I’ve found

But, if you are reading this poem after I am dead
Please know that I do forgive you
Because by not reading this poem while I was still alive
You couldn’t know what you were supposed to do


Details | Free verse |

Why does the will i am hate Mr Jones?

Is it cause youre small minded Mr jones asks the many voices who once had 
repect counting the crows pecking the and gouging out their eyes?
Is it cause you loathe what you dont understand and this revelation is something 
they need to see in themselves?
Is it the fact you carry a heavy load and need a helping hand
was it the opium you down like poison that you Jones for
leaving you to ask who i am?

Whats the will I am saying?
as he steals my spotlight
leaving me here assassinated verbally like a sitting duck
sure im no hippy sniffing daisies
pounding on drums in peace beads begging for sex
with a picket sign saying peace please

Is it because im gay?
Is it because im spiritual?
do we have penis envy?
Have you read the lists?
are you going to pay the tithe?
and before you mash the send button with snide cruel bitter comments
please please
don't think twice

the murder of crows circling
cawing in the blood moon sky
November rains down on this wedding day
and I am forever by your side
why does my will
the will i am hate me?
is it a syndrom of an itchy trigger finger
an itch below the waste
why must everyone pull eachother down
back into the boiling pot
like the crabs we truly are in this amazing race
to lose it all
then fall
and sing and
sway and praise
and humm such blasphemous amazing grace
of grammatical errors and spelling mistakes

oh sweet sugar coatings
and icing on the cake
The will iam
I wonder counting crows
a famous last name with me
Mr jones
why do you hate the will I am

Is it because i read tarot cards?
is it because i'm gay?
is it because i'm amongst favorites?
is it because im controversial?
is it because you have nothing to say?

but who am i flamethrower
i sit here a hack
with a curse gor the harpie you are
and a smile upon my face
i throw this effortless nothing
and never look back

the stone falls into the pool of the abyss
oh will i am
mr jones
why do you loathe what you dont understand?


Details | Rhyme |

A Suicidal Thought

What lies behind a conscious mind,
That contemplates on suicide.
What passing fear just won’t subside,
To make them want to stop this ride?

What makes a person feel such pain?
To take a life seems so insane,
For what sole purpose be so vain?
What problem couldn’t time soon wane?

Who knows what lie’s in store for us,
If there’s a hell, then what’s the rush?
And if there’s nothing but death’s touch,
Then how could all your problems hush?

Life often has it’s ups and downs,
Wait long enough and ups come round.
You’ll find that life is quite profound,
It’s lessons leave much to expound.

So, whatever pain and sorrow brings,
It’s not worth cutting life’s short string.
Just focus on the little things -
And watch, you’ll find a song to sing. 


Details | I do not know? |

If I Died Today

If I died today,
Would your heart fade away?
If I died today,
Would your heart die with me?

If I died today,
Would you regret
Never telling me
How you really felt?

If I died today,
Would you be able to move on?
If I died today,
Who would go to my funeral?

If I died today,
Would you regret
Never telling me
How you really felt?

If I died today,
Would you see me in everything?
If I died today,
Would anyone even care?

If I died today,
Would you regret
Never telling me
How you really felt?

If I died today,
Would anyone cry for me?
If I died today,
How would you grieve for me?

If I died today,
Would you regret
Never telling me
How you really felt?

If I died today......


Details | I do not know? |

The Forgotten Child

I recognize your faces
You pass me everyday.
Crossing the street to avoid me.
Jeering eyes cut into my soul
My pride died long ago.

While you work I’m working too
Moving from corner to corner
Praying for a miracle to come
Dealing with deafening regrets.
I long to walk with you

For just one day.

As the clock strikes five
You all pass me again
Can you spare some change?
I feel your eyes avoiding mine
I have a family out there
But their eyes avoid me too.

An embarrassment to them.
An embarrassment to you.
I deal with it every day.
I hate what I’ve become
But I’m so very numb now.
I fall asleep with my decisions.

Just as you do.

Good night Society.
If you wake up and I’m not there
Don’t worry.
Wherever I am now, 
Is better than where I was.
If there is a heaven,
I’ll greet you there where
You can see me for what I really am.

As God sees me.

And if not, 
I hope that comfort
Keeps you warm and safe.
Someday death will come
And you’ll have to ask yourself
If you had any regrets.
And you’ll  have to face what I face
Everyday.

Tomorrow.


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