Best Burdened Poems
Let Not Your Soul Be Burdened
The soul is where the mind doth dwell,
Always somewhere
it's never in limbo -
Your soul is filled, never void.
So, think of life abundantly;
“May I enjoy you today"?
So, that you may live life rich and full,
Think of what good you can do for self
And be not dull. Think well of good health.
"May I enjoy you today"
For frogs, will croak and crickets
will chirp with the birds.
Your soul is wherever your mind doth dwell;
All good, or all bad. All in or All out.
"May I enjoy your company today"
Think of water when thirsty-
Think of Shea - Butter and oil
When your gears need oiling.
Life is a living well – live it well
Draw from your wealth of friends.
"Hopewell, you’ll enjoy my presence today"
Think of living life well, rebuke those
Who try to make life a living hell?
Practice the Art that has been bestowed
And do it well. Think of where
you want your soul to dwell.
"May I laugh with you today"
Speak gratuitously of life: Leave croaking to the frogs.
Allow Birds and crickets to their jobs.
Think of life fondly. As death, will speak for itself!
"May we celebrate life today"
Death is not a consequence, it is inevitable...
So, let not your heart be consumed of it
Be about the business of thinking life better
And living each day as it comes
Did we create fond memories today?
Categories:
burdened, inspiration, inspirational, today, words,
Form:
Classicism
You were love’s surprise versed in romantic delight.
Your love secured me cuddled and rapport entwined
each time our hearts took time to flesh comfort align.
I felt our lives were meant to fast coupledom attach
in our own signature dressed, love expressed indicators.
Then, time witnessed and felt our adhesiveness contort
from the soul corrosion you brought and skewed forth
to seal us in burdened versions of darkened emotions.
I live suspended between a confused sphere retreat
and a subconscious residence in Neverland’s release.
Categories:
burdened, conflict, confusion, corruption, lost
Form:
Free verse
The haunting coo of a mourning dove
Shrouded in a rainy haze
A burdened heart seems void of love
Recalling carefree days
The cup that is held is empty now
With no one to refill
The promise once kept, now disavowed
And blamed upon God’s will.
Looking out with hollow eyes
Behind them, an anguished mind
Calling out with silent cries
With no relief to find
The burdened heart has left its song
To the laments of the mourning dove
In hopes that angels come along
And carry it to the Lord above
Categories:
burdened, faith, hope, sad, heart,
Form:
Quatrain
Heavy
A mass weighs on me
Heavy clouds seeking to be free
Thick and grey the eye can not see
Flash
Rocketing streaks of electricity
Pounding bolts in a crazy spree
Uncontrollable sparks shoot from me
Fallen
Sunken low it won’t release
Smothered suffocated it cannot see
Drowned below seeking to be free
Reach
Shooting from a cloud below
High in the sky like freak show
Extended hands pushed back in row
Breath
Drops of fallen water
Tears of release that bit lighter
Dark and gloomy a little brighter
Release
Just let it go
Stop the show
Be free and grow
Categories:
burdened, anxiety, conflict, extended metaphor,
Form:
Free verse
When pain mixes with pleasure therein lies a river,
Moving water that carries the emotion of memories faded,
Lost in time
Buried within mind
Lying in wait to remind how love may strip you limb by limb every time.
As these lost parts are never found
We move from saints to thieves
Replacing what we need with the parts of who they are meant to be.
As if ripping cotton from their sleeves a midst a winter storm in which all we see is broken limbs and falling leaves,
We dance a dance meant to be done by the burning hands of hellish fiends.
Standing face to face with liquid pain frozen to our cheeks,
We continue this dance in aquatic reign from places meant to see.
Categories:
burdened, break up, deep, humanity,
Form:
Free verse
I saw this brother some time
Cold and hungry for some affection
Yet roaming the streets
With pride and his head held high
He looked happy
But did he feel happy
His sores dripped with fear
And blood running down his spine
Screamed of his neediness and
When his hand reached out to me
You could tell his soul was falling apart
He wrote sins of man on his soul
Clenching his fist on needles that made him bleed
Molten anger
He lost righteousness the moment
He spelled his name before the eyes
Of satan
He cursed the alphabets that gave
his life meaning and wished
he could walk down the birth lane
his creator felt denied of a son
that she carried on a trial of nine months
he saw this woman
whose life just ran down her eyes
tears bathing her face relieving her of pain
he drank from her tears misery
for the sake of love
they looked happy
but did they feel happy
in his prayers he called to God
out loud that he sees his troubles
and can read between
the stretch marks that tattooed his behind
he preferred to cry with his head buried
on his lap than let her wipe them
he saw happiness on the wings of the birds
that flew on the blue
and torture peeled his skin
and let the vultures feed on his flesh...
happiness was a privilege to this man!!!!
Categories:
burdened, life,
Form:
When the sadness is too strong
And your heart has lost its song,
If you’re running out of joy,
Take mine.
Don’t let the dark one near,
Or fill you with his fear.
If you’re running out of strength,
Take mine.
You will never be alone,
Once you kneel before God’s throne.
If you’re running out of hope,
Take mine.
Behold the angels’ work,
Fulfilling spoken Word.
If you’re running out of faith,
Take mine.
When the pain becomes too much
And you cannot sense His touch.
If you need to feel His love,
Take mine.
No greater love d'ost dwell
Than the giving of ones self.
If you’re running out of time,
Here’s mine.
Categories:
burdened, dedication, devotion, faith, friendship,
Form:
Rhyme
Burdened For America
The light becomes dim, and we bow our head to pray,
We need you God – to lead us through our day.
So much despair, and worry on every hand.
What has happened to America, and our once Christian land?
We’ve been told we cannot pray or read from Gods word,
It’s become so sad what America has become – it’s really absurd.
The courts have removed the commandments, and all of Gods rules-
And have replaced them with wrong and enticing tools.
It’s time we take a stand, for Gods word in our lives today-
It’s time we kneel and ask the Lord for direction as we pray.
Turn this world around, and bring revival to our land.
That God will once again bless our world by His own loving hand.
We are told to watch how we celebrate Christmas day,
To wish a seasons greetings, in a small hushed way.
But it’s time we yell as loud, as we possibly can to all-
We will follow the Christ child – and heed the Masters call.
As for me and my house – we will serve the Lord,
We will uphold His loving name, and swing the mighty sword.
We will pronounce that God is still in mighty control,
We must turn our sin around – before it takes its toll.
Bring our children up to respect our God in loving ways.,
Teach them how to love Him – and prayer for there days.
For those who will uphold – and keep His word true along the way,
Will find that we will enter heavens gates some wonderful day.
The light becomes dim, and we bow our head to pray,
We need you God – to lead us through our day.
So much despair, and worry on every hand.
What has happened to America, and our once Christian land?
A Burden for America.
By: Wendell Mays
Categories:
burdened, faithgod, world, christian, time,
Form:
Pastoral
("Dark Pool Nebula", 2011, original oil)
Burdened By What Has Been
Each moment
The addition of a trillion bits of information
Like compounding interest
On the rest of eternity
(8/15/24)
Categories:
burdened, anxiety, dream, perspective, time,
Form:
Free verse
Rocks bleed mud under the weight of my soles.
My determined step
…gouges the Earth’s wounds.
I am probably a parasite when I think about it.
…Just a pain, for this place to deal with.
All of us are.
My mind wants to go somewhere else.
….Escape this fleshy tomb.
Yet, the harder I kick my feet
…the faster I find my way back.
Paradoxical really.
Fighting to get
…nowhere.
Searching
…to be lost.
Screaming for peace.
Sense was lost a long time ago.
Tracks lain
…are scarred memories.
Calloused hands of time,
tick fiercely forward.
I chase a destiny I’m not fond of.
…Discovery is cheap when everything
feels the same.
Burdened.
-James Kelley 2010©
Categories:
burdened, deep, depression, imagery, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
Taste not the souring within thy heart
Let your blood flow with sweet memories
If this taste becomes sour sweeten it with love
Love will concur all that will agree with the soul
For hate only blinds and captures your mind
Why waste thy love without a return
It then becomes trash for them to burn
Flee and fly among the stars up above
Then sore as an eagle and become a dove
Let not the heart be in this burden of pain
For life without your life is only, there gain
Wipe thy tears from thy eye stand tall above all
They are below you no matter, they will fall
God gave you this gift why throw it away
Live for today and play this game another day
Death is forever among the living
Let not them take this beautiful life given
Thoughts of hurt burdens the mind
But death is forever so clear,
The Mind
Categories:
burdened, sorrow, suicide,
Form:
Free verse
Escape the chains that rob you so
for your story that has gone untold
the pain you felt, the lies you fold
the scares you bare, the hate you hold
Fore the strength in you, that you confine
remains hidden deep down somewhere inside
can crush that strife, you try to hide
you have the will, just find the pride
break the shackles that bind your mind
for faith to overcome will come in time
leave your life of woes behind
to live in darkness, greatest of crimes
enter the light, let it blind your eyes
embrace your past, find compromise
for what does not kill you, feeds your resolve
and no longer will you be at odds
but above your hardships, day to day
escape the chains, stop running away
Categories:
burdened, absence, abuse, addiction, anger,
Form:
Rhyme
The poet stands in the court of thought,
Accused of wielding the pen as sword,
Charged with crafting truths unbought,
With words that strike and chords that chord.
Guilty of exposing the soul’s bare form
Of unraveling the unseen seam,
The poet faces the judgment storm
For venturing in the concealed realm
For daring to dream or to utter the unspoken.
Categories:
burdened, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse
I have been touched
Impressed, by you
Have emotions spoken over my logic?
Harsh in tone and impulsive in decision
Never have I known this much confusion
Of matters of the heart,
Let my mind speak before my heart,
Otherwise my eyes will cry before my heart sings
You held my heart above me
Until I rose to meet it
But you are not touched by me
You cannot love me.
Yet you understand how to love me
This love cannot love me
Where is my old ball and chain?
Yours, used up and rusty by she before me
Rusted in memory of times been and gone
My ball oiled in present and future
And nothing but a chain that threatens the unrealised and the futile
Categories:
burdened, lost love,
Form:
Free verse
family rides on me
society pulls my legs
world squats on me
burdened, burdened!
Categories:
burdened, satire, society,
Form:
Free verse