Best Burden Poems

Suffocating,
In the depths of sorrow,
Beneath a flood of doubts.
Gasping,
Unable to surface,
I frantically search 
For what weighs me down;
I feel nothing,
But the burden of guilt 
That fills my soul,
And then I realize
The anchor is me.

©Ana Espinola Collins...

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Trumpeting sounds of elephants
Pleasant rides, tricks, and children’s chants
In a place called Thailandia
The tourists come from Sandia
They visit their uncles and aunts
Ride the bulls, play, touch, watch them paint
Unaware of treatment, restraint 
A few people saw the dark side
The brutal industry must hide
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Heavy clumps of white fall
from the grey sky
landing on wooden limbs,
weighing them down
like dark skeletons
bent under the burden
of generations of sorrow...

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The burden
Of lonliness,
A difficult,
Weight to bear.
Has broken,
The wills
Of many.
Who were brave,
Enough to dare.
Carry such 
A freight,
Knowing they
Could not share.
On a journey,
Into their 
Own emptiness,
To find out
If anything's
Even there.
The years 
Shall pass
And you'll,
Want to break,
But you've,
Grow stronger
After each
Passing day.
And with this,
Stength aquired.
Understanding why,
The burden,
Was required.
To finally
Knowing,
How...

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With internal devices I fight,

Battling my demons of the night.

Inside I am cold, empty, and alone,

Frightening faces, a burdening tone.

The blood of nights passed,

How long must they last?

Screaming shadows cast through the room,

Summoning the sense of utter doom.

The plague of the darkness,

It lasts with death's...

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All day the wind
has tormented the trees,
causing branches to whip
and bend. There is an anger
let loose, loud in its haste
to rip and destroy 
what is vulnerable.

Spider webs woven last night
are torn, flowers are plucked
of petals and the wind chime
has been strangled
by its own chord, choked...

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Life is a heavy burden
          but I feel it lighter
          walking beside you...

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To broaden my horizon, I begin to concentrate.
My mind entered into analysis paralysis state.
I knew that life was not such.
Therefore, why am I the anxious one?

A load of cargo I will become.
This is because I am the beast and the burden.

Striving to achieve, I thrived...

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love is the spell your under
when you give your heart and mind
it sometimes last a little while
and for some it last a life time

responsabilities to care for
obligations to pay for
always fighting just like war
take away the joys

burdens have been carried for years and years
sleepless night...

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It is said that letting go
can be the hardest thing

The part-time lovers,
corrupted friends,
pastime lovers and 
incomplete bondings
holding final piece until the end

But I
embrace gratitude

For I have come to terms
that some will never come to terms

Their self dignity become suicidal tendency
grasping the breath of me
drowning in...

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While I was searching a book to read in my old school
Today maybe changed somehow modernized,
There were lot of rooms,
With many of the destitute instant of books.
Anyway, however, I was swerved..
This is my own school why should I hesitate…
The swot ..like swingle …
You’re my SCHOOL.....

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to pull the load through,
the lashing whip compels me,
not enthusiasm..!...

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Gusty winds start
  Willows under siege depart
A bird and a rabbit wallows
  Under the trees on burrows...

The bird said to the rabbit, "Why do you keep on digging?"
The rabbit replied, "To keep myself warm and safe."

The bird asked again, "Don't you have a...

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Common wisdom states no one must take
Or receive more than can carry
Without pause or delay, a sin to tarry
For under that stay, avarice can overtake
Yet, I have carried more than my weight
Even against advice, even contrary
I forgot the limits, forgot to be wary
Forgot the honor...

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Grandpa

a kind face
 
skin leathery and creased from years of working in the sun
 
long jowls like a basset hounds
 
sad droplet eyes
 
always a slight aroma of beer
 
brown wrinkled callous palms
 
dirt-stained fingernails were evidence of an old man’s toil
 
a blue plaid...

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