Best Anguishes Poems
Death
I welcome death with opened arms.
Not because I want to end my life,
for life is a precious gift of God, but
for the release, of my outer shell and
the release of all life's anguishes and
turmoil.
Many fear death - for it's the end of life.
I believe that it's just the beginning. Death
is not to be feared, but respected. Don't
ever fear what is to be expected.
We are granted two things, a life to live
and die for and a new life in the kingdom
of God...
04/04/2014
Written by Gina Montalbo
Note: This is my first poem
I hope you enjoy it.
Inside is his MIND that's riddled full with mental illness,
Hides intellectually supreme being filled with logic, intelligence and great genius.
His sorrow is that a man, one full of mankind's afflictions, anguishes, and tears.
The subconscience keeps the burden of all the lives lived throughout many hundredstudents of thousands of years.
At his core is a centered compassion, a wisdom, a perception, and the ability of an EMPATH.
He feels the emotions of others, understanding the fullness of grace in each little wrath.
The feelings are clarified in words delivered through the LYRIC and POEMS of his blood pen.
A troubadour is within him, as is all the souls of lives he lived over and again.
Building his temple, with the tools of honesty, forgiveness, and patience that is grand.
A foundation built through pain that's strengthened with in him for his towers that will forever stand.
A conscience that gives mankind a gift of their happiness before his own.
Debilitated mind illness overpowers his decisions by emotions alone.
Contradicting bliss with meaningless aspirations with mindlessness and reasons with uselessness.
His is the pain self indulged by the mayhem that blinds then binds worthlessness.
And still his minds genius allows him to know then learn all that he touches with an ease to maintain.
For he is about the thing you fail within the contradiction of salvation.
At winter end
comes the time of lilac
pubescent shoots tipped light green
budding up and down each branch,
young growth stretching, flexing new muscles
ready and anxious to answer the call;
a gentle but large white sun
hangs low in the gray blued sky,
spring comes as it often does
every year around this time
softly waking earth
shaking loose the ice-cold winter drab
until all is new again
reborn to grow and blossom;
only time, weathered and season worn
anguishes to leave some mark;
this aging earth draws from creation itself
imagining its restart from memory
as humanity appears to remain
self-absorbed, hard-hearted and indulgent
until living in oblivion
returns to see taking in the time of lilacs,
natures bounty and beauty recharged.
What my eyes dont see...
Anguishes me, to this harsh society.
As I look to the majestic sky
I see darkness & destruction in its light.
How can one, be truly happy??
As we embark on this so.called journey
"selfishly"
those prostitutes, who lurk on the corner.
Dont ignore them!! They are someone's
Son or daughter.
Look beyound that young ladys eyes
A rambunctious, little girl waits inside.
For a glimmer of care, in a faceless
Strangers lies.
As a mothers silent prayers,
Cradles her daughters life.
And someones loving husband,
Creeps around tonight.
I Close my eyes, I dont want to see
These villians, that surround me.
They smile politely in your face
As the back is turned, a frown takes shape.
A brutal dishonesty, of the worse kind.
Manipulation, so intriguing to the weak & blind.
As the congregation prays, the preacher is delayed
On his private jet, to save there day.
Confessions of each sin, bought to him
As a collection plate, constantly circulates.
In such abundance, to make his life great.
While another waits, she couldnt attend church Today
Her sons disease fatal, if a transplant doesnt take place
Another struggles with the morgage,
To bring the family forward.
While a homeless man on these streets,
Rummages to find food to eat.
It is such a disgrace, the lack of love
For the human race.
Regardless of personal riches, I can never envy.
"Why"
They mirror selfish needs,
to compensate constant greed
Laying dormant in my dreams,
why my eyes dont want to see!!!
Because it.
Will be the destruction of our
Humanity!!!
To find an island floating somewhere in the middle of the ocean shall I go following the water as it flows? In spring, as a flower with the color of scarlet, violet, or canary; in summer, mount on the cloud passing by; in autumn, drifting along a secluded inlet for a while, then as a fallen leaf, shall I go following the water as it flows and find an island floating somewhere in the middle of an ocean?
To recover a long gone lost time shall I become a moon and stars and trail the traces of ever so many bitter and sweet memories? From a remote village in a deep mountain, send my regards through a bird’s song and await the good news coming with a cricket’s chirp, and if it become that there is no story left to tell or hear any news from the other side of mountain consider it as the time to let my dear memories go, or shall I remain as a moon and the stars in the night and trail the traces of my memories to recover a long lost time?
Then, one day, a high wind rises from the nether world, in jet-black armor, mounted on a black charger holding a lance under his arm, rushes at me, and pierces and scatters the worries, anguishes, and pains that of this worthless life has had well acquainted with, with his lance and horse’s hooves, I shall stand on the top of the hill as fluttering weather-beaten shreds of banner, and when the wind falls I shall live as neither the sun, no a moon nor the stars, but without a word, the will, or the cognition, on other side of paramita* the land of eternity.
*Nirvana [Paramita]: 1. Buddhism: freedom from the endless cycle of personal reincarnations, with their consequent suffering, as a result of the extinction of individual passion, hatred, and delusion: attained by the Arhat as his goal, but postponed by the Bodhisattava. 2. Hinduism: salvation through the union of Atman with Brahma; moksha 3. a state of freedom from pain, worry, and the external world. The Random House College Dictionary. 1980. U.S.A.
This life of toil and sweat breaks my body
The thought of having to sustain pain anguishes my heart
Looking for love in the wrong place shows that am lost
When will the day come? Have to be hopeful
Atleast I know that I still have to fulfill my destiny
The distance I cover with my friends are short
Yet the distance between me and my star are light years
Don't let the burden break my backbone
We've got a headteacher running away from the media
They told me corruption can be conquered
Yet it's changing her color as a chameleon
As I close my eyes hope this message would be delivered
Each day is a blessing and a curse at the same time
Life is taken and another is given to the Earth
Is this how Mother nature maintains existence?
It's a pity that all animals are honest except for human beings
Looking to live above the dollar yet I can't get the dola at the end of the day
They say beauty before age yet the money comes first
Close your eyes as things get harder and make a wish to your star
When you feel your at the dark end., look up and you'll the stars
They blink towards you to give you hope to make it through the night
Neptune:
I believe what I endowed the earth
with the swashing foreland when
the arogant waves strikes and take birth
of gentle ripples while flashing back
To the oceanic abyss, the sapphire peace. But
Where are you my marine fille?
Come and spread your crimson caudal fin
on the swashing foreland
dress your long aureate hair with
the white shells of the long dead snails
those gliding away with the ripples flashing back.
What haunts you?
The black ugly Ogre?
No fear! Don't be afraid!
Your beauty will reflect a blaze
And the Ogre will no longer come on your bay.
Ogre:
When the ocean is rough
and the tide is high
with the moon I rise with my malign wand
I savor the beauty to ruin
that you endowed with your charming wish.
And your marine fairy?
She is confined deep down in the blue
Lonely and in the dark
In my drear world of torments and fear.
Her little cry with my laughs
brings the rising tide and wakens my pride.
She will be cursed, she will shed with blood
Even your divine words will be her
birth of a daemon's life.
Neptune: 'Ogre',
You will never see the moon again
once she finds her way out
The fear of her what you are laughing at
Is the sword of her liberty
And when she is done withal her anguishes
Is the form of her divinity.
Oh! My marine fille
Come!
Come and fight this evil
Your beauty with your agony
is the only weapon of Ogre's demolish.
You will then sing along with the splashes of waves
you will swim with the seagulls coming from distance
you will dive with the Delphinidae
and hide, seeing the boatman's fish net.
Fairy:
I suffered a lot, a lot more than what you felt for me
'Mother Neptune',
Forgive me for I could not trust my own beauty
As it's the only treasure that makes my lofty.
This Ogre, I was never afraid of
But I used to belive I will lose my valuable dignity.
But no more tear that ruins the beauty of this earth
I will wait for the next early morning sun
And the rays will blaze to the demolish of the being
of Ogre's evil aspires and I will once again
live to your heavenly endowed world
and swim from the foreland to the distant horizon
without being the traitor of the faith of my own beauty and shine.
Contd. "The Tale of a Fairy and an Ogre - II"
The moon was on its wane
Men enjoying killing animals in sport
Gallery floated by nymphs
Followed by princess and her mates
Hitherto hope sustained,
Anguishes over ruled,
Staggered by sickening quality
Merely were they impeded by malign?
What instinctively I loathed is futility
Wondered, foul villainy will rein?
I dreaded rather a dark pit vaguely
The archenemy of the delicate ones was creeping on apace
Already the suppressed mob had begun
To learn anew, one old repeated lesson
Becoming reacquainted with fear still be seen
I clearly could see the prince of Athena wins
While all remained busy with excitement,
It floated into my mind once again
Is it just stirring up in vain?
As it were by the current of my meditations?
Hypothesis on aristocracy continues,
Mockery on upper class sustains……..
The waking causer
anguishes my the meat
that is ,
could be the unknown called .
Flourished I ,
in my the last dreams
where and there
were I
under the oath
of love called the mendicant .
Wish I
could be beheaded
before ,
stepping on the it called you.
Had I known it
would I have been ,
the “I” again
the who traced of course,
to the dust of the inevitable must …
In infinite darkness
an ancient ache cried out
from which came many tears
and so they became
lights in the firmament;
Stars in the night!
From Darkness comes light
and of the deeper,
allured to those Dreams
a loneliness is cast
to the edge of forever
in longing swells.
There is nothing left to burn
when infernal anguishes sputter;
the Stars are falling!
---
With Darkness comes light
from the longing of the night ...
We echo each other like Souls as one,
between the watery Moon and the fiery Sun,
a Love ascends us to mutual bliss,
in ecstasies longing where lips cannot kiss ...
You are a Starry light in this Firmament
to which I wish upon your Star
for the writings and words like thee,
to bring forth happiness over misery ...
In the Darkest of Nights
where you swell with a Heart of Love,
Your tears are like the Starry lights
that were shed from up above!
Your tears are an instrument of Love,
as Stars are the tears of night!
Darkness envelopes the plain
Moving stealthily among
Unsuspecting rows of houses
Filled with unbroken sleep
The wind, afraid to move
Lest it were to awaken
Even one from the grasp
Of this wretched sleep.
And yet one feels a cry
A long lost song of hope
Silent, yet unnerving
It strives to be heard.
The long hands of despair
Seek to embrace them
The singers of these songs
That reek of loss, irreplaceable.
Tired hands work on
The day progresses and yet
An end is not in sight
The sun sets, they work on.
They feast upon the dregs
Dropped from the heavens
That are found on earth
To subdue their hunger.
Fate, they say is to blame
For their woeful condition
For their pathetic existence
Fate and fate alone.
Nature herself anguishes
Over the painful loss
Of her many children
To the unruly hands of men.
A carcass floats down the river
Its stench numbs the senses
Is it a man or an animal?
No one knows and no one cares.
The song of a newborn
Muffled by the gruff hand
That binds and drags it
Across the river of death.
The song of hunger
Slowly rumbling through
Like thunder on earth
Silenced only by tired sleep.
The song of sorrow
From deep within the hearts
Of people young and old
Softened only by time.
These are but three
Of the many songs that are
Heard only by deep silence
And no one else.
The gods above in heaven
And the gods below
Carry on with their mirth
Not hearing these songs.
Songs of silence, of blood
Songs of death, of decay
Songs of yesterday
Songs devoid of joy.
They are everywhere and yet
They are heard by none
They are sublime and merge
Into the void that is life.
I MISS YOU
I felt someone could take your place
Could kiss me lovingly
Could warm me up in their embrace
I was wrong…
I am wrong…
The feeling for you is still very strong.
I hurt and wounded you badly
What anguishes me most is that I know most sadly…
That you will not accept me back because
I’m used, I’m lost, and I’m worn
And the heart inside me is torn.
But if ever you feel you need my loving,
I’ll be waiting for you dear; I’ll be waiting and wanting
To be back in yours arms again
To feel secure and wanted again
I’m so sorry I hurt you dear love...
I miss you.
Stillness enters as silent as the bloom of a flower,
As sober as a winter night with a fine fog shower!
It secretes within just like nectar secreting noiseless,
Its sweetness is felt by hearts and minds, crystal-like! Guileless!
It is the source of strength for the mind; part of pure nature,
Law that rolls the rhythm of the psychic legislature!
It's the key to the outer truths and inner sanctity,
Everflowing stream of love springing from fraternity!
It's the leaven that transforms me and the world around me,
A global language, known to beings of the land and sea!
It's emptying self; responding to divine pulsation!
It's passionlessness born out of true renunciation!
This, like rivers, flow within when I am, with me at ease,
When I love my body and mind; worries and woes I cease!
Like an empty book, I remain open; to be written,
By the spirit of God, words that from human sense hidden!
I sleep like a child! Feel my breath, like the gentle breeze blow,
Deep within, the aura of God, like the rainbow does glow!
Stresses, strains, fatigues, pains, and anguishes like devils gone,
Faith, joy, peace, and tranquility, like fresh blossoms, are born!
O, let this stillness stay in me long, like life in fullness,
Let no forces, like hurricanes, wipe away this stillness!
Let this spread out like the fragrance of flowers everywhere,
And make the world around me a heaven of divine care!
03 November 2021
''S'' Contest, New Poems Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
As a child she watched the sky
and saw the dreams of wind.
She listens now to the trees.
While reading the sea
She heard the songs of
waves gathering there.
She is enamored by
the dance that fire makes
returning light from ash.
She lay on the ground
and embraced the deep
longing ache to become.
She is imminence, she
made this place under
Moon and under Sun.
Bracing, she is
ready for the anguishes,
the blood and the Holy transfiguration!
Passing by the cemetery on the roadside
To attend to usual schedules once awhile
I feel the futility of our woeful existence
And become jealous of the departed souls.
Having suffered untold agonies, when alive
With no shoulder to help ease the anguishes
And no succour coming from acquaintances,
Now rest peacefully, without any bitterness.
Free from turmoil and unpleasant memories
With all bodily ailments no more perturbing
And the disappointments no more bothering
They lie gently undisturbed in peace, lasting.
The so called triumphs or appalling failures
No more count in the ultimate resting place
The comforts and the vainglorious luxuries
Become trivial in the lofty calm of a cellar.
Away from strife and agonizing acrimony
That was part of their tempestuous living
With peace which passeth understanding
Rest quietly, in never-ending tranquility.