Best Console Poems
Through putrid post apocalyptic wastelands
I wander gun in hand
prepared to annihilate those critters
who dare to cross my path
then I press the pause button
and sip from my china cup
thankful that life isn't like
my console reality
whilst I flick through the channels
on my flatscreen TV
Game break over
back to fighting bad guys
in a pixelated land
I let off a round
a-tat-a-tat-tat
It kind of looks familiar
like an item on the news
but I know my mind's just playing tricks
Real life is bliss
I know, when I see you, how terrible you feel
I know you're fatigued and cannot stand still
I know you want to tell the whole world your despair
I know you've lost hope in ritual and prayer;
I know you have worked hard, I know you have tried
I know, how in utter despair, you've cried
I know, how polite and courteous you were
I know you liked to mingle, to share...
I know you looked upon all with the same eye
I've never seen you grieve, I've never seen you sigh...
Now, when you're shattered, I've nothing to say
We can do nothing, but quietly go away -
If I were Lord, I wouldn't bear this injustice
By shattering one's life, I wouldn't get peace,
But I'm a mere mortal, with a mind and a soul
I can't give you success, I can only console.
The rising sun creeps through her window,
Placing a kiss on her cheek.
She awakens.
Stretching her arms and limbs,
Her body moves in harmony while
Trying to loosen the grasp of the sheets from where she laid.
Balancing onto her feet,
She staggers to the lonely kitchen table
Where her diary awaits her.
The tulip pen burrows itself in her grasp,
Begging her to write.
Her soft hand moves swiftly across the page,
Reciting her intimate night, yet again,
With another stranger.
Tears roll down her face,
As she reminisces the pain
She inflicts upon her heart.
She is alone.
Hear O, dearest mine, I call upon thee
Leave not me, may the fate’s fore be undone
Love will unite, ‘tis of us to redone
How shalt this trial pass, if we flee than dree?
When sun dances above divine rainbow
Soothing nightingale, thy matchless beauty
Springs forth golden delight, never empty
Whilst swaying fields remain draped by moonbow.
Let passion from within last a lifelong
Kindly pavé, uphold graceful feeling
Kindle our fiery fear, handsome darling
Live with my sweetest soul where yearns belong.
Eternal sweeting, have thou stricken dole?
Ever precious, hallow may thine console!
Let me ease my bottled pains
By igniting the beauty under your facade,
For i have deprived myself of that
But live to feel it through you.
Please smile -DH
If I could tell you
I would have found words
Searched my thoughts closed box
The way my heart feels
From your eyes tears fall
Your pain breaks me
Into pieces
Beyond repair
Stay in my arms
You'll feel warmth
Of my love
In your soul
Drop hurt
Wipe tears
Smile
22/01/2019
He went to war each morn
Armed with thermos and lunch pail
Gearldine wasn’t his firstborn
As a girl – just a tomboy with a pigtail
He knew her from her first breath
Prayed for her when he thought to
No one was prepared for her death
At 39 – in heaven, she made her debut
He was her father here on earth
But her heavenly father knew the fact
The 90 proof was not ever worth
The pain and sorrow that she would attract
He was a soldier in this life of grief
As her casket plunged into the deep
The man who didn’t cry found relief
In the tears – his dark eyes did weep
He felt the absence of her light
Raining through his life, lifting lives
Breaking through the pain of night
To encourage a love that survives
He missed her more every day
Without her here, life seemed so drear
The blessing of her thoughtful way
Wonders of a life so full, so sincere
He never spoke of her or the fear
Dread of the years that he’d be without her
His smile didn’t fade despite the tear
That silently lingered within - to stir…
His forever loss of the girl he had adored
The little one, the young’un, the soul
The valiant soldier - He picked up a sword
Courage of the spirit whose tears will console!
Tears of a Valiant Soldier Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Faraz Ajmal
July 17, 2022
A cool rain has come down,
and stopped the rising of the sun:
a day of mourning for all in the silent city,
and it feels as sad as it felt yesterday;
eyes cry and mix themselves
with the falling raindrops...
Console them with song,
with words that don't speak of indignation;
all they want is a possible consolation,
because a loss of someone so loved...
looks for ways of healing through faith,
and if they can't be found...they'll rely on strength!
I've never seen so many flowers
laid at the site of the memorial,
and thousands of names being read
at the exact time the attacks occurred;
more tears and sobs, but also prayers
will be heard for the brave and exceptional!
Console them with song,
give them your comforting hugs,
and a flag of endless gratitude...
that flag they died for and they truly loved;
and we who are alive must remember their sacrifice
by walking together and being strong!
Now, those sad faces see a ray of hope, at nine,
shining on them from the parting clouds;
no rain, no sorrow and tears to add to their pain...
only a certain feeling of ease from words
that are exchanged amid the voices of children:
the generation to rebuild what was torn down!
her lips wet and part
adhering to your pleasure
eyes caress and spark
There beside me close as any friend
The wind, cascading on the sunshine, does descend.
And playing in the grass around me, by the water at my feet,
Does share with me the dance of life, to overcome defeat.
For Lo, though lost in loneliness, I am not yet alone.
My every breath a part, of some great undertone.
I am but a part of all; a hand that reaches out.
And though at times it may seem small
My voice does even silent shout.
And you will hear. Of that I have no fear.
For we are all the fabric of our time
And ears were made for words that poets rhyme.
Push me no more
console me no more
Words are spoken
i cannot hear I am deaf
You want me to remember this remember that, look at this, look at that
my mind is shut tight with my heart and soul, tangled
console me no more
A hug a kiss falls right through me
my body is here but my senses are not
console me no more
time will heal
time will tell
time no more
a love one gone
empty
console me no more
When I make my bed,
and find you not by my side,
I can’t get sleep, I feel alone;
You are always on my mind.
Awake every night, finding none
to share my cup of coffee with,
every morning, I feel lonely;
you are always on my mind.
When I sit at the table for dinner,
my appetite dies, seeing you not there,
for serving my most favorite dish;
you are always on my mind.
While watching my favorite movie,
I feel dejected, finding no shoulder
to lean upon my head so fondly;
you are always on my mind.
When I am in my low spirits,
and no one is near me to console,
I feel upset, taking the blame on me;
you are always on my mind.
Every time I see children playing
With their respective mothers,
How lucky they are! I tell to myself.
Hiding my tears under my eyelids,
I console myself for having lost
My mother when I was just a baby.
She was an epitome of kindness,
What her contemporaries tell me.
She was generosity incarnate,
The members of our family describe her.
If I’m given the power to travel back in time,
I would like to alter her death and see
How she looked like and get back
Her love that I’ve lost all these years.
I would like to sleep on her lap
Forgetting the world around me.
As daylight fades beyond the distant hill,
Dusk paints the sky in hues of soft repose.
Through swaying boughs, the birds their songs distill,
While gentle breezes dance on tippy-toes.
Lotus treads the path with a weary stride,
Her thoughts are as heavy as the fading light.
Yet with each step, her burdens seem to glide
Away, as if prepared to take their flight.
A flower, bent and worried, catches sight
Of Lotus passing by with a slowing gait.
Its petals tremble in the dimming light,
As if to share in her conflicted state.
The blossom and the woman, kindred souls,
Find solace in their shared anxiety.
As twilight deepens, nature takes control,
Embracing both in sweet serenity.
In the evening's hush, a transformation blooms,
The flower straightens, and Lotus' spirit lifts.
The worried stem no longer bends in the gloom,
As peace becomes the night's most precious gift.
Together in the gloaming, fears subside,
A fresh perspective blossoms with the stars.
The day's concerns, once seemingly amplified,
Now fade like distant, long-forgotten scars.
Falling from the mourning skies
Gentle thoughts and silent rhymes
Breathing grief through the spirit
Singing comfort with God’s tender hope
LIND30NR Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
March 6, 2022