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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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("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)
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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...

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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...

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family rides on me
society pulls my legs
world squats on me
burdened, burdened!...

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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...

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