Best Comfortless Poems
Let not my heart become in my old age
"An empty room, cobwebbed, and comfortless"
But an open sunny porch, a welcome sage
A loving heart to those in distress
Let not my pain sabotage my soft heart
Let me remain a gentle, kind spirit
Writing a course of good 'pon my sea chart
Let love from heart's depths to God submit
Enjoining to You oh Holy Spirit
Flow through me like a circuit open ended
This vessel delights in your benefits
Let the love seed grow with fastest speed
Let my heart not be controlled by body's pain
Fill my heart with Thy love 'til it can't contain
"An empty room, cobwebbed, and comfortless"
Direct quote from Edna St. Vincent Millay
It was in more than one of her works..
Pain ~ ~ ~ pain
Invisible swimmer within blood and vein
Barbaric and callous
Dwells within corpuscles
Intrinsic and inescapable
Source of pool of tears
A lunatic clown that impairs muscles
Schizophrenic display when he batters bones
Free from arrests despite his cruelty
He aches with passion; death's sibling
Oh! don't visit me, friends and family
Comfortable one that renders comfortless all who
live
Smile suppressor; hope vaporizer
Rolling in bed and roars like a lion
Diverter of prayer for wealth desire
"Dear God please give me good health and vigor".
Homeless...
Useless...
Shameless...
Nameless...
These are few names by which I'm known,
Though I would rather like to be called as Lazarus...
Regardless, let me tell you the truth --
I care less and fear less,
Far less than you, who make those nasty faces at me,
As if I would eat you...
Yet, I ain't heartless,
Sure homeless, but harmless.
Life has been harsh to me, but I ain't hopeless,
I fear God, who has not left me comfortless.
This faithful dog is by my side, all the time,
As are my fellow brothers,
who share with me my roof, the sky,
And my bed that keeps changing,
Nonetheless, I'm satisfied with what I have --
Nothing to lose and nothing to gain.
When I see you all walking about so worried,
I can't but smile,
And my fearless smile is sure to render you...
speechless...
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27.10.16
the marked must go quietly in the night
without a word of farewell
through the trembled dust
down the dark road from which they say
no one returns
the gods who made Africa
strike fear upon the living
comfortless
vituperative
rampaging through our lands:
freedom is a hoax
we abandon ourselves
to the crudely dug dungeon
the pit is boiling like a volcano
dark blood seething ceaselessly
so many souls within its recesses
so many mournful eyes
so many broken hearts
we cannot cry, we cannot move
this pit is an endless pursuit of misery
there is no escape, there is nowhere to go
bit by bit our bodies are dying
and our strength disappears
we lose our sight, smell, hearing, taste and touch
hell lies about us in our innocence
we wonder who will be the last, the very last,
to seek this place for what it was:
they'd neither like nor believe
the horrors no God could have allowed
we are sure only that from
our true liberation movement
we have disappeared
we simply do not exist
no comrade-in-arms squeezes
a fake tear for us
noticing we are not there
when did he last see any of us?
he cries out we are disloyal,
have betrayed the cause
and all the while
we are labouring in the dungeons
we dig for him
we dig to be sure
he surely is next on the blacklist
the supporters deny our disappearance
and with the human rights watcher,
no record
nobody, it appears, misses us enough
to report
it is easier to die than to remember
and where do we come from?
where did the liberation struggle take us,
the combat,
the underground resistance?
prison? protest? mere conviction?
it was a time of revolution
there were no fantasies
there was simply the beyond-endurance
and then the fleeing-into-exile
we are the illicit cargo marooned
in dungeons guarded by scare-crows
The piercing stench of sulfur and death tears through my nostrils
Angels of retribution spread disaster as told by many apostles
My flesh melts but leaves not the bone like skin encasing the sun
legions of demons surround me leaving nowhere to run
I pray to be lifeless not realising I hold no breath
The weight of my sins within so strong they deform my chest
An unending thirst for mercy develops that can never be quenched
my transgressions pile onto my spirit an I am now entrenched
I have become eternally comfortless as my book of life sealed
I could have changed my lifestyle but to late I have been killed
This scenario alone I fear phobically and so I attempt to humbly
ask for forgiveness daily to protect my soul spiritually
Sha'ntez Jefferson
10/30/12
Whats your fear contest
You’re our hero
The poor and impoverished
Captive starving millions
Cry
Tears of anguish
Tears of dread
The cost of their Hero’s burial
Is too their debt
Their sacrifice
The living for their leader
The hungry little ones
Cry
The world watches on
In fear
My Hero gave it all
His life
A willing sacrifice
His perfect life
His perfect love
His cost
Our hatred
That we might live
His excruciating death
Has not left us comfortless
And soon to be
Our resurrection of renewal
We the loyal few weep for what we did
His life for ours
The rest rejoice because you died
The world now looks on
In fear
©? Brenda V Northeast 29 Dec. 2011
i amble through the corridors
of this comfortless life
...the echo of your footsteps
meander behind me
in shallow strides
bestowed by death
i feel the pierce
of your eyes
fall from clouded skies
slashing the core of my soul
the corpus of your being
knocking me back
through every tempest
of storm's breath
the lash of death
pummeling me
with the ocean's waves
stinging me
with its misty cries
erasing my footsteps
as i try to regain myself
and mend my soul
...i curse you again
beneath every sob
of childhood pain
that haunts my mind
with memories of you
My heart is an ebon swallowed night where nobody ever goes,
raging in a recondite rift like ripples resounding in rueful repose.
Should I release my woe with unfathomable thoughts of grief?
I may become as strong as a tiger or just a lonely picture motif.
Last week I walked a weak and coarse course of my lowest low,
wishing to borrow a new 'morrow devoid of comfortless sorrow.
I attest I'm depressed dreading everyday, I honestly confess.
Does every grey cloud have a silver lining or shadows of distress?
O, hear my plea! I’m drowning in dream of disdain and insanity!
This minute is not minute; I’m in a dark reverie of a flowing reverie.
The soothing days of assuage which used to be my saving grace
reminds me of how I’m living dead in deafening silence of misplace.
I asked for a helping hand where all warm hands would be on deck.
Perpetually forsaken, if you know what mean, just a dolour wreck.
Exhaustion was pressing upon and overpowering poor inferior me,
my heart has skipped a beat divided between joy and intense misery.
For I am but a solidary woman, methinks; I shall never be cured.
I must learn to live with this agony, or die an early death obscured.
I’m stuck in a prison pen on constant guard with solitude’s disease,
craving the day when I find appeased atonement that bestows ease…
In order I used these poetic devices:
1.) Metaphor 2.) Alliteration 3.) Rhetorical Question 4.) Simile
5.) Homophone 6.) Internal Rhyme 7.) Assonance 8.) Aphorism
9.) Dissonance 10.) Homograph 11.) Euphony 12.) Oxymoron
13.) Synecdoche 14.) Innuendo 15.) Ambiguity 16.) Personification
17.) Archaism 18.) Antithesis 19.) Metonymy 20.) Ellipsis
A Litany of Poetic Devices Poetry Contest
Line Gauthier
September 9, 2018
All joy had fled these pinched, wintry alleys.
The sun had slouched away
to die somewhere alone,
like a poisoned cat.
Across the steep valley,
Chestnut trees stood stoic and erect,
terracotta warriors, undecked,
their green bled out.
Damp was the only regular
that now attended the village church.
Plaster was bulbing out, like gout
or arthtritic knuckles,
and paintings of rustic saints
were wrinkling out of their frames,
unloved, unnoticed, flecked
with fungus, freckle-frowned.
The coffin yawed and lurched,
coming out into the drizzle.
No-one’s buried in the ground
in Spain. They slot you in a wall.
We mourners, with murrains and galls,
and racking coughs and limps,
were huddled, waiting.
We saw them hoist the pall
to offer it to its slot.
I was appalled. What I got
was a glimpse, to my distress,
of something claustrophobically small,
so dismal, comfortless –
the interior of her “plot”,
that niche that’s waiting for us all.
THE MOON HANKERS
Though none can comfort me, nor sage, nor oak
Nor heart of bronze made in a silver hoop
With gem encrusted golden rod to poke
Out my eyes in mystery’s final scoop -
Flanged with crimson, dreaming the polite
And suave boulvardiers of a nation
To feel myself what precious little light
Man’s first step has had upon my station -
I’d seek you out, you sapphire of the seam
Until you’d say I’d swallow back the sea -
How like a comfortless queen I’d deem
Myself as such heaven bent to me,
Leaving me lonely in the western sky
Beckoning you hither for eternity.
By Rosemarie Rowley
published IN MEMORY OF HER 2008
some friends come into our life
and some friends go
but Jesus is the best friend that I ever did know
some friends hurt us and lead us to wear a frown
but Jesus is the friend who never lets us down
he's the one who stays with us from dawn till dusk and from dusk till dawn
he's the one who comforts us when we mourn
Jesus is the one who listens to us any time of day
Jesus is the one who is loyal and true in every single way
he is in heart of everything that you do
all for his Love for you
Jesus is the one who makes our life far more worthwhile
he is the one who always makes us smile
Jesus chose to be our friend from the begining of time untill the end
Jesus is and always will be our true friend.
there are friends who pretend to be friends, but there is a friend who sticks closer than a
brother Proverbs 18 : 24
when my mother and father forsake me then the Lord will take me up pslam 27 : 10
I will not leave you comfortless I will come to you, John 14 :18
right from the begining the Lord chose us, You did not choose me, but I chose you and
appointed you to go and bear fruit--fruit that will last. Then the Father will give you whatever
you ask in my name. he will never leave us of forsake us Amen.
Vegas be Damned!
Vegas took him off the board at 80.
As the cards were dealt each day, passersby
would swear the deck was stacked –
against him. Fate had, for some reason,
chosen him to constantly be in the line
that closed for lunch, watching the bus
he just missed - leave. Youth, street kid,
pin setter in a bowling alley, living at the
kindness of friends parents, eating as the
opportunity presented. 17, enlisted,
good duty, three hots and a cot. Re-enlisted,
war, Korea, PTSD (before it was PTSD).
Discharged, returned to the streets of
his youth – no longer a youth. The drink,
elixir of the damned, damnation of the
scarred, comforter of the comfortless.
Arrests and jail time, flop houses, back
to the streets. Early in his forties, fate’s
dealer broke open a new deck. A chance
meeting, a choice, an unsteady walk,
a door, into a new life. Get well jobs,
dishwasher, grave digger, volunteer.
A 75 dollar car, an apartment of his
own, friends, and fellowship. Another
better job, 30 years later, retirement
at age 75. A birthday party shared with
friends - many half his age of 84. He
still walks the streets of his youth
proudly, thinks of those who, unlike him,
were not as fortunate. Those who succumbed
to the rigors of life, and death, the unseen
wounds that never healed, the hopelessness
of a stacked deck. He laughs a lot, has a
bit of a skip in his step, a wry smile on his
face, an MBTA Charlie Card in his wallet,
and a plan to be a part of this day.
Vegas be damned!
John G. Lawless
10/18/2014
for Gautami Phookan – Sketch a Character – Poetry Contest
I dream of you from that world far from here;
to not be there, it cuts like broken glass.
I'd end this pain, my love, had I the brass
to quench my need for you to be so near.
Without you here, I wilt in this austere,
comfortless zone of un-creative mass,
stifled, crushed by the unyielding impasse
of knowing I may never enter your sphere.
Were I a wind--a breeze! a zephyr!--I'd
ride the heavens till I light on your lap
and then with you there forever abide
as if betwixt us there were ne'er a gap.
I swear--for you--that I'd move heaven and God
as sure as men do plod...do plod...do plod!
Gnawed nails dig into worn plastic armrests
Stinging alcohol burns the skin
A sharp point glints in the fluorescent light
Rough hands grip the shoulder
Restraining it against the comfortless chair
He says to relax,
But the tremors intensify.
Deep breath
Lungs release
Cartilage crunches
Blood flows
Shiny metal ring
Rests against the ear
A new opening in the body
Diverging from natural design.
Checked the small view from hospital room I did
Doing this deed was just a simple thing
View top of trees but bottom half woods hid
Windows in building right, sun_ clouds mirroring
How many persons from car wreck slain
Thinking continues noise from hall distress
View draws me in_to outside once again
Are the crows high in nest now comfortless
Will my love whom on my bosom kept
Be kept safe_God will heal I am quite
Sure, even though now the time light has crept
The deciding factor will be tonight
At our home will he come once again to face
All the love and happiness in this place