Best Alleviating Poems
A sigh escapes still, immune to overt silence, unabashed...justified
Another teardrop enters the infinite pool of resilience, uplifting...reinforcing
Another hand empathizes--
touching, impulsively putting one's heart unto wounds, alleviating pain
enfolding memories into paper, ostensibly vigilant
Unborn dreams awaiting fruition.
empty streets, impacted pieces: occupied lives, unwavering spirits
Arighting the entropy--
"Not Impossible!" Heaves Obstacled Nation -- Untiring, Persevering!
A lone emboldened seed is planted, objectifying hope,
ushering life amidst rubble,
engaging tenacity inherently within overburdened, yet undauntable voices
Ardently surging, emerging from insidious waves of chaos,
ultimately touching azure
Time effortlessly moves, insensitive to ordeals
nonetheless, undoubtedly healing...
As wings echo distantly, irradiated winds oscillate
blush unfurling light...
Arise, Sun! Embrace the illuminated blossom. Orbit Love's universe.
0330040203042013
11th March 2011
**It has been two years since Japan encountered
such a devastating triple tragedy
of the earthquake in Tohoku, tsunami and
the Fukushima nuclear plant disaster...
They are still slowly picking up the pieces,
so much needs to be done,
so many are still displaced, uncertain of their futures, of their lives...
hopefully they are not forgotten.
It may take long, long years,
but I honestly believe Japan can rise over this, I honestly hope so.
****Thank you David for this enjoyable challenge.
It has pushed me to approach this topic in a way that
I would have never thought of on my own....
Those who saw prairies bloom
Remember well the dams he built
Filling their abundant reservoirs
Growing harvests they cherished
Being the only bridge they had
Standing over turbulent streams.
When the nights reign moonless
And clouds churn mighty storms
Most people still remember him
As ray of light when they were lost
For he was their only lighthouse.
His words enlightened their hearts,
His actions charted pristine paths,
Defying fiercely allure of wrongs
Sacred was the sermon he doled out,
Illustrious was he~ held in regard.
Though he’s gone, he left his mark,
Some have heard his clarion call,
Inspired to follow in his footsteps,
Planting the seeds of his message,
Carrying his torch~ seeds to harvest.
Esteemed is their beneficent voice
Tolling of selflessness and sacrifice,
Dedicating to others purpose of life
Alleviating sufferings of human plight;
Keeping the flame of goodwill alive
Trekking through rains and clouds
Leading the way, guiding how to find
The rainbow on other side of sky.
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Hard knuckles punch young boys--
to drill batchmates with madness
where innocence lays bloodied, done--
from a quickening of fear, a groan of oppression:
Our children silent as unfinished dreams,
in this wasteland of vicious apathy-
As hunters' whims injure meek lamb
through their rabid sense of entitlement…
Is it about a fancy of being anti-heroes
or alleviating youth's untold pain?
Tell us sheep, hearts of black;
for each lesion pierced, your own essence...torn apart.
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For Lu Loo's NA the Day Away Contest
Submitted 9/4/2019
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Re-post: 1 -12 lines ONLY - A Poem That Did NOT Receive
A Ribbon Placement 1-3 Contest
J'aime la vie…I love life, with all that it brings
Alleviating the jarring pain of potholed roads
Labour uphill, thankful for easy descents,
Observe the rules, most watchful for red lights
Plagued at times by ailments, wear and tear
Yet, like a defiant aging car, I chug on and on.
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11th July, 2023
My first new poem presented on my return, composed 3 am , this morning.
PALLIATIVE
Gasping beauty of Life, Love and Nature's treasures
Dawn and its promise, given in fullest measures
An ancient oak spreading out wide to give cool shade
Wonderment, diversity of the Everglades.
Glory of a red sunset and a cool Spring night,
A gift of newborn kittens in morn's first light.
Hope, sweet summer days -life and so very much more
Those answered prayers that the faithful implore
Watching radiant moon sing on a summer rest
Romance and heart joining passing every test.
Glory of a time when hard day's work is well done.
Watching beloved children having such great fun.
Vacation, old ranch- together those horseback rides
Midnight pier, rolling waves of the Pacific tides
Watching old, yellow orb sink in the great beyond
Gifting morn's first kiss as ones' beloved responds.
Glory of holding so tight in that sweet embrace.
Jewel each new day seeing her sweet smiling face.
Robert J. Lindley, 11-07-2021
Romanticism
(1.) Palliative
pal·li·a·tive
/'pale?adiv,'pale?div/
(of a medicine or medical care) relieving pain without dealing with the cause of the condition.
"orthodox medicines tend to be palliative rather than curative"
Similar:
soothing
alleviating
sedative
calmative
calming
alleviative
alleviatory
lenitive
demulcent
Assuasive
(2.)
Poetry, writing
Setting free -thoughts ideas, deep feelings- giving -helping others, etc…
My first new poem presented on my return, composed 3 am , this morning.
You melted my dreams,
Casted it on your expectations,
Slammed it on me,
To mesh with it with determination.
Draining myself for you,
Still heard what you have done?
Before I close my eyes every night,
I wonder,do you ever love?
You mock at my feelings,
That peep through my eyes,
It's of heartache you gave,
But I am tounge tied.
You care of me sometimes,
And it's alleviating,
I forget all my sorrows,
And think you're loving.
But when the daydream shatters,
And I come in light,
All I see,
Love is but a blight.
I cannot utter "I hate you",
I feel neither,
Though you made me hate myself,
Or the world either.
Everyone says,
I should be loving you,
But I donot feel suchlike,
I feel like I am at the darkest roads,
Forlorn,
Deaf and muted,
I cannot even scream or cry.
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I knew you before I met you
Before our eyes first met
You were the one I was waiting for
You were the one my soul had been searching for
Perfectly flawed, but perfect for me
The perfect woman, lifted straight from every dream
I could try to explain you
But my words would do no justice to all you are
I thought I knew what love is
But you took it to an entirely different plane
The more we exchanged words
The more it confirmed what I already knew
You gave me messages that made how I felt ok
You told me that you knew I was the one
Whom you wished to spend the rest of your days with
How could we make it work
How could we give true love a shot
For a time we tried our best
Dying between each and every separation
Being reborn and finding peace again in each other’s embrace
I feel like I have lived a thousand lives
How do we live this final one
You said you will never be ok again knowing I exist
Mutual sadness
How do we go on now that we know of the other
Why did we decide protecting other’s from pain
Was more important than alleviating the torment of each day apart
Every dream I have ever had of you
Is now my greatest nightmare
The nightmare of knowing somebody else is living my dream
When feeding a family of four
From a 16-inch terrarium
The secret is to eat less, not more
Or build a seafood aquarium
Melina: The Rose in my Heart
A poem of love to my blue-eyed wonderful grand-daughter
inspired by Ancient Greek Wisdom
You are the only one, my beautiful
The power of my tiny humble soul
The red rose in my heart’s garden
The tree of life in my mind’s Eden
For I love thee, ever more and always
As I traverse the turbulent pathways
Across my brain’s rugged landscapes
On the way to my Elysian everglades
I pray, my dearest, to our God Almighty
To keep you psyche well, safe and tidy
So that His will be done harmoniously
Alleviating all my troubles permanently
Always taking into deep consideration the following wise sayings:
1. By Empedocles: ‘Harmony defines the unity of Nature’.
2. By Democritus: ‘Harmony defines human happiness’.
3. By Plato: ‘Truth, virtue and goodness are the three most critical values of humanity’.
4. By Sappho: ‘The beautiful person is only so in appearance while the good person is also kind while being at the same time beautiful in appearance’.
My fantasy was spawned from her
Her eyes have drawn me to the Vermillion light
Witnessing the gaze of a glistened perfection
Midst the whirl of Gemini
Bedazzled whirl of Mercury's kindred spirit
Enthralled by the ascending clarity
She douses me with the feeling of luminosity
Wrapped by the robe of lust
Being greeted by the endless forms most beautiful
Captivated by the Vastness of corresponding dreams integrated
A flowing free Swanheart, a constellation seeping allure
Impulse dwelling, vison dwelling by a shook desire
To bide by my own ecstasy of ardor
In my state of reverie I see her alleviating from her attire
I can't help myself, to be driven by a woman of my attraction
Flaunting her soul case, I'm in need of passion
To be an admirer of a visualizing frame
A flame haze takes me
Burning fervently, I can hear her sighs
Hooked by the lace of binding flare
Sweetened aroma from the fairest inamorata
Traced by the crystal grace of thy heart
O body, O mind, O soul
Bending the perfume scented space
Just a bundle thoughts pursuing images of splendor
A revealing view, a window opening reality
Avina Netu is my fantasy
I can see the dream I'm dreaming
It's so beautiful, so alleviating
It's the alliteration of everything compelling
It's an epitome of petulant imaging
It's me metamorphosing into greatness
Bearing the trophy of poetry highness
I can feel the gaiety on my success
And the scenery of my upliftment
But it's only a dream, not reality
It's just a film in my head, not an actuality
It's the absolute notion of melancholy
The maestro of maudlin deformity
It's a prototype of an implicit onerous display
A melodrama that reclines on a fairy tale
The model of an unswerving galling replay
Like a pungent smell, unwanted but makes it's way
I can't triumph over over-lords of the pen
I can't defeat the dominating combatants of content
I can't outsmart the ten over tens
I just can't win this contest
But I CAN do one thing
Dream of my WIN
lighten afternoon
alleviating the landscape
end of the pleasure
What really went wrong?
I've given them my all
Wrote a thousand dedication poems
Sang countless karaoke songs
Spent most of my time with them
Given up my heart and my soul
Even forgot about going home
Shown them utmost respect, yet,
Abandonment is what I always beget
Where did I go wrong?
Why people won't stay long?
Why every happy but fluky bond
Slips out of my calloused fingers
As fast as these pale white sand
Can't unravel what I lack
This self-reflection thing
Has cost me everything,
And left me stolid with nothing
I am usually stabbed in my back
After perching on my sanity
Every good deed died in their memories
After alleviating their burdens
I'm always left with blank queries
Where did I go wrong?
People just come and go
In and out of this monotonous cycle
Where the friends in my circle
Just pass by like some stranger
Stealing your credence like a thief
Before you know it, boom!
You only have yourself.
Qu'est ce qui ne s'est pas bien passe~
I'm in a situation where progress
Is impossible-- impasse.
No, don't get me wrong--
I don't feel resentment or anger
I just learned to grip myself a bit
And stand alone on my own feet.
Inside a cloud the lining shines with hope,
on paths that slip and slope, we grip on tight
to rope made from our inner strength to cope,
we always find a way in life to fight.
The road to happiness is felt within,
as soon as we begin to realize,
the win exists inside a smile or grin,
as letting go is worth the compromise.
The stresses and the strains will fade away,
good attitude today can change tomorrow,
allay your fear, removing all the grey,
alleviating grief and painful sorrow.
With positivity you’ll lead instead,
when little problems build inside your head.
Hands are for healing,
Alleviating, soothing,
Balms for calming,
Gently restoring,
Curative hands,
From many lands,
To salve and ease,
Free remedies,
Hands for comforting,
Hands are for healing.