Best Assuages Poems
Be the star that brightens someone’s dark sky,
Be the light that illuminates a gloomy night,
Be the flame of compassion to life gone awry,
Even if you don’t think your candle is bright.
Despair not in a world gripped in jaws of woe
For beyond hills of grief dwells halo of hope,
Be the spring that rises through wintry throe,
Even when struggling in laments hard to cope.
Be the forest that grows through ashes of fire,
Be the dream that assuages angst of nightmare,
Be the angel of goodwill when times are dire,
Even when fate, callously, ignores your prayer.
Be not pain of misery, be not voice of dismay,
From goals of life revered, you must not stray,
Wish not for anyone, horizons shrouded gray,
Even while a storm drenches your sunny day.
Categories:
assuages, care, encouraging, inspiration, metaphor,
Form:
Rhyme
Faith’s cozy cottage
lies deep in the woods
Beckons trembling hearts
to partake of her Goods
Allays palpitations
assuages all fears
As she calms, as she tames
fresh rivers of tears
Categories:
assuages, cry, faith, heart, home,
Form:
Rhyme
BEGINNING OF EVERYTHING
Sleep comes as a welcome guest
Who assuages in some measure
The prolonged stage of pain
Within the straits of breathless grief.
The one at final rest starts a journey
Beyond the narrow confines
Within the dimmed space
Out to the open prairie of a sunlit
Horizon, unknown to those who
Wait behind until their time
Of reaching home.
They are present visitors to a finite place,
Where the hours rush by
Without thought for the future,
Before they too embark on
The adventure to a distant shore.
The end is a beginning,
And signifies the end
Of things which do not
Correspond with
The beginning of everything.
Everything that was, is
And now is come to pass.
Categories:
assuages, adventure, future, grief, heaven,
Form:
Free verse
I created you
the angelic, and the impish
with my proud and selfless
love for you.
I enthusiastically ate for two
the sweet, the sour,
the salty, ravenous cravings.
I carried you
inside me, everywhere;
goodbye figure and posture
hello nausea and inexplicable dreams.
Laboring for hours
endless pain, draining my energy
to bring forth you
into this unforgiving
yet inhabitable world.
You had the audacity
with your very first breath
to make demands,
your wails echoing
to clothe, to nourish,
soothe and diaper.
Ensuing endless days
of changings, lingering guests,
photo ops, engorged breasts;
exhausting nights
with the sleep-deprived
DNA benefactor
who cannot truly believe
he has the privilege
to growl about any misery
he encounters.
He is able, when he awakes
to go about his day
without having to consider
anyone’s urgencies but his own.
“But I bring home the bacon”
he assuages.…blah blah blah.
Your physical abilities
I guided, while offering
spiritual awareness,
lavishing you with gifts;
all your needs addressed.
Later you believed
you were granted the right
to walk away from me
at any given time,
while enouncing the notion
that I did not “know” anything!
I gave, gave, and gave some more
enabling you
to take, take, and take it all
disabling me
of my parental right
to unconditionally love you;
my most ungrateful
successor to the throne
of unconventional parenting.
Despite the rebel proclivity,
you ultimately discerned
my essential longing
for your reverence and
long awaited mature interpretation
of my maternal matrix of
noble nurturing.
If I may be so brash
to foretell of your own
inevitable parental destiny,
may your own
proverbial crimson piece of produce
similarly hit-the-dirt in close proximity
to your woodsy perennial.
Categories:
assuages, funny
Form:
Free verse
Conquistador, Translation of Paul Verlaine’s tercets : Conquistador
Message to fellow soupers: I have been trying to upload, in vain, yet another translation of a
Paul Verlaine poem titled: "Ballade in favour of those called Decadents and Symbolists" since 28/09/2013, so if anyone is interested in reading it, just Google it or go to my pages in other poetry sites like PoemHunter, PoemsAbout, ZCommunications, etc. Thank you. T. Wignesan
(Published in « La Revue blanche », April 1894 , under the title : « Mal de mer » ; and « Pall Mall Magazine » November 1894. Source : Jean-Yves Favre’s Paul Verlaine : Œuvres Poétiques Complètes. Paris : Robert Laffont, 1992) T. Wignesan
My heart looms heavy as the ocean waters rear
From having left behind a cherished being dear
Who grows sad by the day, embittered by fear
Over the oceans, alas I must depart
With the heart stout and the soul stalwart
Even if from the Queen exile I must out
Exiling myself only to return to pasture
Though much more joyous beckons the future
Than thoughts of remembrances’ adventure…
My heart has grown alike by many a wave
Pushed up in an enormous mass concave
Immense breast upon which the world doesn’t rave…
O ! so far a away to be safe from fear
Yet left without care the being so dear
Excepting just that which holds down one tear.
I board ship while the tempest rages
With this hope which keeps gnawing for ages :
To find treasure which my quest assuages.
To bring back to her in merriment :
Gold, silver, pearl and diamond
With my heart as a supplement.
The waters rage, the ocean pregnant bulges
Terrible state : falling and rising spasms
Stooping low to make huge chasms.
Struggling as though forming a tomb
While with courage and with aplomb
The sailor wrestles even as waters loom
Meanwhile without respite the hurricane
Cradled like an infant lost in dreamy bane
The ocean holds to course or inhumes sane
Dreaming of gold by masses and more
Filling up infinite rows of corridor,
For my Sovereign, my life I lay down ever more…
November 1893, London
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Categories:
assuages, patriotic,
Form:
Romanticism
No nap, no nap, no nap, she shouts
With all that she can muster;
At not-yet-2, though she insists,
She's much too young to trust 'er.
I put it off and read some books;
She helps and turns the pages.
I give a warning - just 2 more,
To hope that it assuages.
I pull the shade and pick her up
And in the crib I place her.
I gently shut the door and leave,
So I don't have to face her.
For how she howls! Indignant that
Her wish was not respected;
But in 5 minutes she's asleep,
About what I expected.
A little introduction to
The world, for, like today,
There'll be a million other times
She will not get her way.
Categories:
assuages, granddaughter,
Form:
Rhyme
It was ignored and should've been honored for years
but often overlooked because of heartaches and tears.
In a veiled interval overlapping months without end
is the fifth season, offering us hope that transcends.
There are no decorations hung to welcome it back
because it's always around when our lives get off track.
It's a great source of optimism when we need to cope,
although no one heralds this season called 'Hope.'
It exists but never will be found on calendar pages.
For those who don't give up, it calms and assuages.
It can't exactly be identified with months or dates
but offers a better future than any of the three fates.
Hope encourages those in need without banquet or feast
and helps us endure when furrowed brows are creased.
No one receives an invitation to commemorate its worth
but in times of trouble, it is sought and brought forth.
No greeting cards with cheesy sentiments are written
nor hearts of chocolate candy to show one is smitten.
No one worships the season with prayer on bent knees
but with faith, our troubled minds, Hope will appease.
November 11, 2022
The Fifth Season Contest
Sponsored by Anthony Biaanco
Categories:
assuages, hope, seasons,
Form:
Rhyme
loving male, natural of pleasure, quintessentially
rendered suitable to us via way ova our darling daughter.
tis the blessing of this average, contemplative damn
ejected flotsam globular human impish jokester kooky lamb
misunderstood nonestablishmentarian outlier praises quality ram
rod sterling stately treasured undergraduate, ventures wielding yawping zeal
asper near perfect synchronized
ventured capitalone bond to me doth appeal
twas thankful to seminal accomplishment
dearest Eden Liat exhibited
when smart as a whip per snapper abilities did congeal
witnessing passing each grade with flying colors -
electrifying mien kempf as if stung from Alaska Bull worm eel
I ask you to - just take in stride wordy way as sigh guide "sea legs" to feel
along murky medium, how to communicate élan which doth heal
this figurative war torn, self strafed, kamikaze buzz-feeding,
eventually fostered grimacing hangdog ilk insensate
blitzkrieg assailed middle aged married male - during his early decades
endured passivity, while peers viciously throve on me with hate
tread - pock marked psychological scars perforated
positive faith in self, only now I feel great,
whence untrammeled passion presumed murmured between themselves
when alone pondering their fate
two vibrant young adults appear especially well suited,
as two peas in a pod
a radiant ionic bond they plainly equate
(one comprising thee "star student" progeny),
supremely mature to date
and thee well groomed Emmanuel
dust blend harmonious with "Ode to Joy" ye create
such an idyllic sight engendering tears of happiness
buffer and shine each alphanumeric byte, NOT phishing for bait
most pleasing sight assuages psychic purposefulness,
Anorexia Nervosa once ate.
Categories:
assuages, angel, appreciation, beautiful, blessing,
Form:
Free verse
~Two chairs staring at each other…empty.
Meters away, dark fog gathers to choke their
fired gazes piercing the needles of discord
strewn on the caving floor both mute, raging…
both divided by scrolls of dead sea syllables that
gradually, a quivering throat assuages
another tattered heart lost in the mist
of anger; moving without movement on such
a sulfur night: and the chairs creak
in anticipation of hands tasting
a pour of balm. Till words ramble ,“
I am sorry,” his hands pleading
like a sonata of crying winds. Light
touches light once, twice--and her hand
reaches out ... a nearness of their skin groping .
Two chairs move closer and await
quarrel's mercy as starglow grants
lovers the warmth of forgiving embraces.
For Lover's Quarrel Contest
Sponsor: Lewis Raynes
Categories:
assuages, forgiveness,
Form:
Free verse
Stalking him,
Always now,
In the daylight, or down city street, no matter.
Sleek- a panther, its coat cast obsidian under a moon in anarchy.
Behind him, or in front,
Clutching deeply until each appendage of self falls victim;
The brain, the belly
And the heart unwittingly surrenders.
And the heart.
For although it assuages his fear
It absorbs the essence of the spirit.
It has given inexplicable sorrow a name.
And although the symptoms are in juxtaposition
Nonetheless it defines the nature of his disease;
In this he has found the substance for his epitaph.
And you, who are behooved by deadly youth's penchant for morbidity,
Seize now, his eyes, glance for glance,
And answer this question which binds his life to a name.
Who can be so blind as to assume
That one is amongst the living because you see him walking?
B ecause his lungs expand and so much toxic air is absobed
And expelled?
Categories:
assuages, angst, confusion, death, introspection,
Form:
Blank verse
amphetamines acquaintanceship assuages
agonizing aches also advocates amorousness
assiduously activating admiration
aggressive attacks assault afoul
affable affinity and affectionadumbration
anatomical accidental addiction attested as academic,
although afterward abnegation absolutely arduous,
affianced attired apparently as an anomaly
Ares and Abyssinian Astarte admixture
acquiescence affliction affected adroitly,
and abruptly abends accessible
altruistic alms axed
albeit admonishing, alluding,
and attributing authored
autonomous anonymous adroit arriviste agents
accompanying as accomplished accomplices
accredited ace advertisers
applaud ascendent assaults amidst agonizing appeals
acting all acrimoniously apropos
avowedly ardently, and antagonistically, agitating
appositely advocating ancillary assistance
addict adrift afloat anchors away
along, among, and an alias archenemy -
adorned abominable assassin alters ambition
adroitly, aggressively, absolutely
addict announces asseveration
against avid admonishment
alarmingly annulling authentic affiliation
anew anonymous ability acclaims alignment
aegis actually adversarial abetting attrition appetite
acceleration ascendent after aplenty anesthetization
additionally activating arced analogous arrow
advancing added abdominal and arterial agony
abject ambivalence arrests accomplishments attainable
any artistic avocation absconded
asper auditorial approbation, animadversion
artificial aggrandizement abrogates astuteness
appropriate adjudication affronted
alternative afforded amnesty about acing audioslave
as ambition assumes arriviste affectation
already appalling alacrity awakens amendment
although Awol administration adamant
acrimonious affront agonizingly attributable
announces another afterworld
apparent ailing apparition
ardent allegiance asking anyone appreciable affix
apathy abounds attending apriorism allotment.
Categories:
assuages, 10th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Alliteration
Sometimes, we have to be brave to say hello,
To a neighbor or a stranger who won't respond.
At times, we have to wave at the ducks in the pond,
Without being sprayed with spittle or water of coco.
Sometimes, we bow our head to greet a teacher,
A president, priest, a pastor, a general or an elder.
At times, we remove our hat to salute the brave flag,
To show reverence, respect, love, affection and to brag.
Be dauntless to initiate kindness or to offer the first step.
There is an ineffable inner feeling that assuages the heart
When we do so. We feel good and strong to take on a schlep.
Be gallant to say hello to the hillbilly bullies at the laundry mart,
Because they fear people with good manners and friendly gestures.
By overcoming superficial phobias, we will enjoy peaceful pastures.
Copyright © January,2021, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Categories:
assuages, anti bullying, bullying, cool,
Form:
Rhyme
DISAPPEARED
Wrenched
Disappeared
Gone
A heart left behind
Forever bleeds
No comforting words
No nearness
Assuages
The horror
The loneliness
The despair
Categories:
assuages, bereavement, depression, feelings, loneliness,
Form:
Imagism
Sporting my victimization
After carefully shopping around
I select a tasty flavor
And I wear it with a frown
The hollowness assuages
Quantum power drains from me
I love being a victim
And wallowing in my misery
I get to avoid thinking
As I play the "poor me" game
And I get to be as powerless
As someone living life to blame
Terrorists or the Devil
Even God doesn't like me
It's written there in Genesis
He's sorry he created humanity
It's all those Liberals fault
Or the Conservatives to blame
Or they don't like my skin color
Or the government wants to take me away
If I could just make it to Heaven
That's when my misery will end
I'll be God's favorite victim
And never have a think again
[I've played most of those roles at one time or another during
my life, so I get to make fun of it now]
Categories:
assuages, philosophy,
Form:
Quatrain
Little time it takes
So little effort
And blessings come
To mind with glad recall.
Daily cares obscure
A few tried moments
But happy thoughts
Obliterate them all.
Thoughts of home
And precious hearts
In concert
Days of spring
And woods alive with song
Faith's cleansed eyes
That see One Love
Victorious
Challenged now to bring
Dear friends along.
Father knows
And this each pain
Assuages
Timing His
And time will prove it good
Just give thanks
Though dark
The skies appearing
Sunshine comes
Exactly when it should.
Categories:
assuages, anxiety, thanksgiving,
Form:
Rhyme