Best Condole Poems
“Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world.
Today I am wise,
so I am changing myself.”
Rumi
In a world where ego still reigns supreme,
soul searches for a place seen in a dream.
An inn where there's no room for ignorance,
where no race of people seek dominance.
But, first one must turn to self reflection,
cleanse a heart for virtue with affection.
Adopt morals that bloom like white flowers,
soften loathing thoughts through sincere showers.
We cannot change woes out of our control,
nor save everyone we choose to condole.
Be a lamp against gloom of falsehoods,
a remedy for those with poisoned bloods.
With sincere eyes spread a message of peace,
ease malice minds, so injustice can cease.
A sonnet with ten syllables per line.
Sitting beneath the stellar awning
Humbly, shall I comemmorate
Before the sun, creeps in crawling
Every star shall I dedicate
To you, My Love; Look at the skies
For you, My Love, I most despise.
To you, I say, in subtle north
Go tell him how my heart did bleed
When he did scowl, as I put forth
The ways I cared and loved indeed
You'd kiss my wounds - control, condole
Then skew them deeper, slaying my soul.
In far east, you, so bright yet blank
Have you not seen how hard i wept?
When flowed his eyes, his tears I drank
Did you not count my nights unslept?
And blind, was I, to your disguise
Gaze up, My Love, go find your lies!
Weep not, My friend, most close-knit
For you did taste deception bitter
Dazzled like queen, down south you sit
Mere a pawn now of waning glitter
Concur I, My Love, all pretence is sweet!
Until falls the cloak, and truth does greet.
Toppled, as I, did west monarch shiver
Warned of haste; but he'd cried my name
Limits, leaped I, not a blink's quiver
For cared I not, if world did blame
In pain, My Love, at me, you mocked
Alone, My Love, left me, you debauched!
Sorrow, the sacrifice, you did witness
O! Glazing Moon! Make haste and tell
How profound is hatred, beneath this breast
Where, drenched in love, a heart did dwell
Upon you, My heart, I swear, I proclaim
Sha'n't ever bleed in eye, sha'n't ever take his name.
Lo! Behold! Last thing, I wish to confess
If I say unto you, shall I be relieved
For you know me, my heart at best
If I say unto you, shall I be believed
No matter how high may hatred soar
I own, my love shall weigh ever more!
God shrouded the universe in darkness.
Is there a human or divine side to blackness?
The young dictum's star shines brightly here.
I dream when I look at the stars with calmness.
Despite my utmost level of grief and fear,
In the glittering stardust of a blueish-light, clear.
Were we attracted to the bait or a star?
When I stroll to the beach dark sphere.
To clear the fog from my mental scar.
I savor observing the lighthouse's bizarre
Sky penetration and rivalry of a laser beam.
I reckon I view a gleaming star over a spar.
I designate this as my single-star dream.
I promise myself to you; my one-star to seem.
Boldly shown to gleam brightly in my soul
I hear each pulse of my heart as it streams.
Fathom a single star in the universe to the extol.
I agnize you are my only hope and condole.
One star I could view twinkling with delight.
I shed a tear on a magical night for that dole.
On my birth, you swept from skies with insight.
I'd crave for you to kiss me on my lone, starlit night.
Fear weaves into shapes, the elixir of love.
It focused our psyche life on earth on this site.
You are the light of hope, oh anchorite! Move.
A birth means God can heal us from above.
Guard each itinerary and decompose the ego.
Someone who gave the soul evidence of love.
Written: November 06, 2022
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The nation in question is a world largest oil exporter
It citizens is be deprived of what she has
Involuntarily long queues from night
In petrol stations till dawn outside the same stations
Makes the danfo drivers angry and happy with price hike
Who will be sorry for the stranded commuters
Is it the profitless street sellers
Or the red hotted conductors?
You then see a divided country
Each citizen angry with and harmless to the government
Frustrated citizens walk miles to chase Molues
No one cares for the other the aim is to get home
Though some do, the poor ones.
Who says it only touches the proletariat
Even the rich are touchable
You will see big fat men exercising in their cars
Suffering from the traffic jam created at the stations.
Who will condole with the cying lady
That cannot manouvre due to her twisted hand
And clucth ridden legs?
A country were urchins
Take to the streets as black marketers
The hoarding stations having collaborated
With them sell the gold four times its price
All moneyed men will buy from the law breakers
The owners says it is due to vandalism
What a suitable lie
For it is likely that the political skirmishes
Has reined on the innocent citizens
Even our eight year leader
Will not address us on the issue
Who says it this is not a dividend?
I say it is.
NEW GANGA
[Written after the sad demise of Kalpana Chawla & her 6
co-astronauts in a space crash on Feb 1,2003]
The sky is the limit...
Nay, I must travel beyond ;
My name is Kalpana ,
I'm the sprite of imagination.
With the boom of Columbia
Myself kindled to glow like a star
Unfortunately you search me
In Texas debris.
No bones, No blood, No cells
No sign of corporeal remnants
Why do you mourn and condole
When I'm away from funeral pyres??
Amidst the stars, planets and satellites
I live in the breath
Of a New Born Bear*
In the sky stretching from
Karnal*** to Florida.
Fetch if you can
I must descend like the Ganges;**
I would be your New Ganga.
*Refers to great bear constellation
**Refers to the holy river.There is a religious belief in India River Ganga was brought
from heaven by Bhagirathi . River Ganga is regarded as Goddess .
***Refers to birth place of kALPANA in India
I contemplated, trying desperately to recall,
when I'd changed and my humility took a fall.
Wondering how I managed to be so greedy
instead of thinking of the poor and the needy.
I was ashamed of the person I had become.
To fellow men I had grown blind and numb
then became a caring giver instead of a grabber.
I commend others, no longer a back stabber.
In my imperfections I was tempted by lust
and because of this weakness, I lost the trust
of those I once held in the highest esteem.
Love and lust are opposites in the extreme.
They're Ying and Yang with connected forces.
Through each of us such contradiction courses.
When love is true there's no need for carnality.
Lustfulness after marriage is immoral mentality.
I pondered past relationships about control.
That's a grievous word that I cannot condole.
There is no honor in domination. Nothing good.
It's disrespectful and as wrong as a falsehood.
Better to have equal balance without surrender,
in which no one has to be the callous offender.
Avoiding conflicts is sometimes difficult to do
when 'turn the other cheek' policy is not for you.
A metaphoric slap in the face is an abusive deed,
but cursing and fighting won't rid you of the need
to feel you've gotten even by venting your rage.
There's no rule to embrace but it may assuage
the craving for vengeance and suspend the fight,
leaving darkness behind as you seek the light.
I've denounced the demon, the father of the lie,
the one whose wicked ways I shall never comply.
He'll goad you to sin and when you're trapped,
your faith will be shaken until it's been zapped.
Truth is the enemy of Satan, but understand...
It's weaponry to deny him. Wear it as an armband.
With reflection, I would urge the need for unity
across the entire globe, as a worldwide community.
"Impossible," some cry. "There's war on each frontier!"
Sorrowfully, it's been death and doom year after year.
It's due to the avarice of men who exceed their need.
Now, I've gone full circle because I first wrote of greed.
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I danced around the circle how graceless i am
The tones i used to sing was no longer mine
Food id like to eat turned bitter in time
I looked at the mirror the face is not mine
How cruel the world so clueless no sign
Pieces by pieces will i ever redesign
I feign day by day that everything is fine
Love i once held was now undefined
The tramp, loafer, bummer all in one
Whatever you call the name is one sound
Pond of lust and laughter and fun
You may win the game but your cloud has no sun
My eyes are bleeding in pain and on fire
Indomitable anger so hard to respire
Look at me now how you made me desire
Exhausted, berated, Please condole by my side
PHONEY BALONEY
They said:
"We've come here from head office, to help you reach your quota
It's a selfless act on our part and we're going to devote a
Day or two to set you right and get things under control"
I thought:
"Phoney baloney, plastic banana, good time rock-n-roll"
She said:
"This new law will be wonderful if we can only get it passed
Then we'll find out what is in it that makes it such a blast
It's far too complicated for the likes of you poor souls"
Aw!
"Phoney baloney, plastic banana, good time rock-n-roll"
The President was so clever he'd make fundamental change
Transform his 'evil' country, redistribute, rearrange
Take from those who had succeeded, hand it all out in a dole
Clever?
"Phoney baloney, plastic banana, good time rock-n-roll"
It was spread across front pages, it was broadcast on the wind
One week later on the back page in small print was the rescind
If we accept it all then maybe we'll believe anything we're told
Though it's
"Phoney baloney, plastic banana, good time rock-n-roll"
Galileo had a problem in reporting what he saw
Church had faith that it knew better, and those days controlled the law
Signor Galilei was persuaded his integrity had to fold
Gave in to:
"Phoney baloney, plastic banana, good time rock-n-roll"
Man-made Climate change now dogma we must not question nor belie
'Debate is over! close down research! it is heresy to deny'
If that's what we now call science, we've caught an intellectual cold
For it's
"Phoney baloney, plastic banana, good time rock-n-roll"
So have care with what's accepted and what 'everybody knows'
Observe and make your own judgement; don't fear majority to oppose
Be an 'Enemy of the people' * if that's where integrity leads; don't condole
"P B P B G T R & R"
[The PBPBGTR&R refrain in these verses was inspired by the great Rush Limbaugh who tickled my auditory synapses with its use.]
* Ref. Ibsen play
There is light but darkness
It is cold but hot
Send down the rain
Because, it is wet but dusty.
It is sunrise but sunsets
It is winter but summer
Send down the rain
Because, it is damp but dry.
Clouds overshadow the sun
Darkness overwhelms the moon
Send down the rain
Because, it is low tide.
There is lamentation
People are wailing and weeping
Send down the rain
Because, no stone on another.
They sob but who condole
Men yell but who console
Send down the rain
Because, it is time to re-erect.
Life is like a piano
White keys are good moments of life
Black keys are bad moments of life
Both keys when played together gives sweet music
No one is there who always had dark days
There is one and that is me !
There will be a vast to give thoughts on a starting journey
But when it becomes an endless journey
No amicable ones will be there to condole the agony
It`s the spring wheel of time
One who sacrifice is never applauded
Be an autocrat
Never take the words of others
Be the king of the world by one`s own word
This leads to a fruitful life
If not days will be always dispirited
In the midst of the raging waves,
they watched her gulp the callous cunning darts.
Her crumbly heart cruelly impaled; the fate that enslaves.
So fondly she’d mask the marks.
Her soul would ache and bleed from life’s glaives.
She cried an ocean for redemption from a life perpetually stark.
In desperation, the rope ends it.
With stigma the chums looked in utter scorn,
and nattered her solitary life she so drowned in.
As a jest they’d laugh it off and know not the pain borne.
Options to content would be the faster poison to kick in.
The jeer and tough love, be strong. Would suicide suborn?
Yet blithely a random word alienates, even with the kin.
The loop finally tightens round the neck.
With croc tears the mates flock to condole.
“If this message would reach Mary in heaven;
life lost so young—” all will strive to console.
For what? She writhed in pain and longed for a haven,
but scornfully, her soul you shunned like a rotten pole.
Her tombstone, now a patch-spot for a raven.
World’s cold shoulders soaked in her silent tears.
Be chaste, fair-weather friend, lest you atone.
Religion and priests you’ve scorned,
while the vain fanes of pretense you adorn.
In exalted hallow worship, you plead with Him
to remold the hearts of clay to vessels of honor.
Yet in your hearts of tin you curse and vilify—
you thought it was an act and left her marooned.
For remaining Mary, my soul cries to you.
Blinded by constant flopped success.
For the media, it’d hurt not to leave a cue.
Live the sacred life, gifted as a princess.
And flout their nonsensical bleats of an ewe.
I’ll wait on the podium for a fess.
It’s never the end—you’ll ever chew the bitter pill.
Alone was I without condole nor ease.
Indebted to the world was only me-
My parents taken too young from disease,
but rich in hope and faith I would agree.
Affection of a husband not bestowed,
abandoned with remorse when I was born-
I walked a path where cruel pain did explode,
betrayed in my heart with a smile forlorn.
I live now in a home too wee to see.
An artist with no gift to spark her muse-
I fear love shan’t prevail without decree,
forsaken walking in my mother's shoes.
For I am but a girl who loathes her life-
at no time shall I be a mom nor wife.
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I chose Allie Hamilton from "The Notebook"
Plot about a girl raised rich in wealth who falls in love with a regular hard working young man named Noah. They find their way back to each other and get married. He built her a huge house to live in when he was young. She suffered from Alzheimer's when she was old and grey and Noah reads her a "notebook" he kept of their love story. They have children also. They end up dying together in her hospital bed at the end of the movie. She lived a long life with Noah and they just couldn't live without each other.
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One of my first times trying IP. Hope I did okay!
Date written: January 8, 2019
Contest: Movie Magic Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Gregory R. Barden
They’re sweaty and they’re soupy
Outrageous, and moody
They’re all together fruity
The Phantoms family
Their house is a soup bowl
Where people come to condole
They really are a hell hole
The Phantoms family
Stale
Impale
For sale
So get your table ready
With a soup kettle, you can carry
They’re funny and they’re scary
The Phantoms family.
Please forgive me my friends...if anyone disagrees with these outlandish face lifting cutouts...let me know through soup mail, and I shall remove you from the premises...
...otherwise (((((Happy! Halloween!))))))
Oct.30.2019
Winged Warrior...^WW^
Just goofing!
Not for any contest
Blowing out the candles on my cake
I muse with the music of this mortal sphere.
And congratulate and condole at once;
The agony and ecstasy meld in one celestial ball
Unkempt with imagined beauty and power-
Beyond reckoning.
Confine it not, nor fetter,nor furl
But let fly surreptitious sobriety
That hath on winged fancy flown
And forever toward Heaven's unboundedness.
To my dearest dear…
We met a long time back
The day do you remember?
That was the day when I met you first time
Together we cracked japes and together we smiled
Since then you gave my life a song with rime.
Do you still remember the day….
When we shared our days agone
Buried under days for long
I felt upon your shoulder and you condole me with your gabbles
I smiled back and you felt my awes.
Do you still remember those days…
Futile browsing and sashays
The weekend theaters and those daily affrays
Borrowing fictions and gassing at cafes
Oft visits and those duo contests.
Do you still remember those days….
Waiting for you at the footbridge
You came upon with a hug
And headed no-where
But that everyday city-centre.
Do you still remember that day…
Out of the blue moon
You disappeared suddenly
I looked for you here and there
Months later you came upon with a sob story.
Do you still remember that day…
The new year’s first day
The game of four flush
and the cheer up whisky glass.
Do you still remember that day…
The see off and my last hidden tears
The hokey talks and recollecting those days
We spent together.
I hope you still remember..
How much I miss you
I hope you still remember..
How much I care for you
I hope you still remember..
How I use to freak you
I hope you still remember..
Me as your pal
I hope you will remember..
These lines written for you today.
I will be waiting for you, a reply
Till then, I want to say you goodbye.
Your most dearest…..longed amigo.
Please Note: This poem is dedicated to one of my best friend Sritama De.