Best Cope With Poems
In the silence of sadness,
what will the winds bring tomorrow?
In the sadness of silence,
my soul sighs soft breaths of sorrow.
Where did those rainbows go,
reminiscing happier times?
Thunder brings further misery -
am I victim of my own crimes?
I must have betrayed the sun,
for it offers no sanctuary.
Moon refuses to shine in the darkness,
since when were you my adversary?
When there was love,
it never rained so violently.
Winds would come and go,
fading away so silently.
Mind drowns in a somber cesspit,
struggling to cope with your demons of pride.
I don't know what I've become,
since you left, I've died a little inside.
Simple Musing
Silent One
7 February 2019
Example for I died a little inside contest.
Categories:
cope with, angst, heartbreak, sad,
Form:
Rhyme
IF DEATH SHOULD VISIT ME TODAY
Whether young or old and gray
As earthly life is swept away
Please do not mourn, do not be sad
Just think of joy yet to be had.
Set loose from flesh- forever free
To sail a calmer, endless sea
Eternity, my newfound home
Within which I will freely roam
Inside a greater spirit shell
For then my soul will grow and dwell
Upon the peace, I will collect.
But most of all, you must reflect
We'll meet again in time, my dears
In other worlds- in other years
Beyond the light of cosmic ray
Beyond the sight of human clay
IF DEATH SHOULD VISIT ME TODAY
~1st Place~
Premiere Contest: Funeral, Eulogy, or Memorial Service Poem
Sponsor: Team PoetrySoup
Judged: 07/02/2019
~2nd Place~
Contest: Any Sad Poem
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Judged: 11/03/2015
~1st Place~
Premiere Contest: The Last Love Letter
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
September 24, 2014
This is a reversible poem (can be read up or down) that I wrote years ago,
and which will be a part of MY eulogy when I pass, to help my loved-ones
cope with knowing that I will be okay.
Categories:
cope with, death, heaven, inspirational,
Form:
Couplet
"Amid the jagged shadows of mossy leafless boughs; "
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Amid the Jagged Shadows
The restless wind swept all your leaves away,
gay colors I enjoyed every day.
My heart feels like you, my favorite tree,
in a colorless world I've lost my glee.
My heart is aching as holidays near,
I miss you so much and wish you were here.
Often nights, I barely sleep before dawn.
I'm trying to cope with you being gone.
My sweet granddaughter, with tears in my eyes,
I welcome again a lonely sunrise.
You remain in the shadows of my heart.
With my deepest love, to you I impart.
11-24-19
Poem of the Day November 26, 2019
~First Place~
Writing Challenge 3, November - Any Form
Sponsor, Dear Heart - Wisshkobi Ode
"I remember the years you spent under my wing,
As I recall all the joy, it makes my heart sing"
*Note: My Granddaughter is not dead, but her family moved a flight away.
Categories:
cope with, blue, granddaughter, loneliness, sad,
Form:
Rhyme
Five years ago, to me, you were just a photo
I had no idea who you were
Through your words and kindness
We've become wonderful distant friends
You have opened your heart to me, and I to you
You have made me smile, laugh and sometimes cry
Even though we've never met face-to-face
I wept when you said goodbye, forever
And I smiled when you became, anew
You expressed your feelings and emotions
Told me about your love and lovers
Reminded me of my childhood
And helped me cope with my growing age
I never knew what would become of us
I never knew what a joy it would bring to me
But now I know, and I've come to realize
Spending an initial thirty-five dollars
And eventually becoming a life-time member
Was clearly one of the best investments I have ever made
You have brightened my hours, my days, and my life
So, I just want to say
To PoetrySoup and to all the wonderful friends I've met here
From the bottom of my heart...
I thank you all
Categories:
cope with, emotions,
Form:
Free verse
In nineteen eighteen there was an outbreak of flu
Caused little concern, only affected a few
But it returned with a vengeance later that year
And the world over it caused widespread fear.
First reported in Spain, and around the world spread
When it was over, fifty million people were dead
Hospitals were stretched and they struggled to cope
For both young and old, there wasn't much hope.
It affected the lungs and caused skin to turn blue
Only comfort was given it was all they could do
In effect it caused people to suffocate
And continued to spread at an alarming rate.
People advised to avoid crowds and to wear masks
They struggled to perform even basic daily tasks
Remote areas in the world were affected too
By this airborne killer virus, the great Spanish flu.
Effort's were made to slow down this disease
But slowly and surely it brought the world to its knees
Shops opening times were staggered all over the lands
People strongly advised not to shake hands.
Undertakers were struggling to cope with demands
Families' buried loved ones with their own hands
Healthy men and women and children too
Were all falling victim to the great Spanish flu.
Because of World War One, doctors were few
And those that were available, many fell sick too
Temporary hospital's set up in schools or church hall
With many brave volunteers answering the call.
They closed many schools, services were hit too
With workers struck down by this merciless flu
Late nineteen nineteen the virus reached its peak
Immunity grew stronger but it still struck the weak.
Sadly mankind had suffered and paid a great cost
To the great Spanish flu with millions of lives lost
The pandemic was now over, survivors started to thrive
But were mournful of the millions who did not survive.
Written 4th April 2018.
( Dedicated to the fifty million people who died
in the Spanish flu pandemic in the years 1918 to 1919. )
Categories:
cope with, natural disasters,
Form:
Rhyme
Myself I’ve never been
much of a mathematician
Algebra and stuff
didn’t add up to much
when I made the decision
to respond to you
our multi-versed
mathematical magician
Because even I know
all things aren’t equal
I don’t know what it’s like
to grow up black and poor
and to wonder why
other kids have more
and why no one looks sideways
when white kids walk into a store
It seems this world for you
uses a subtraction
and division equation
Giving people who look like me
a multiplication table
We rise to the top like cream
even when you’re more capable
Those who say
“Things have changed”
are living in a fable
or maybe they think it’s fine
because they have lots on their table
You have no reason to apologize
I see the sad in your eyes
That happens
when others try
to bring you down to size
But I sense a power
beyond the treatment they rationalize
There is scripture flowing from your pen
Telling us what your people have dealt with
over and over again
You help me conceptualize that pain
which enables me to see and realize
why some might try to bury their blues
with drugs and booze
When they think
“Nothing is going to change”
They also think
“F it I’ve got nothing to loose!”
But you you’re a word warrior
that’s not the path you choose
Rewrite it
Rethink it
Turn it into good news
Sorrows on a graph,
Death and molestations
All these sadness quotients
are not merely estimations
They defy gravity
and my limited calculations
But I can’t read your sorrow
without me acknowledging
I see your situation
And I hear your brave
heartfelt communication
While still I wonder
how you cope with this frustration
Maybe it’s the angels
That grace your constellation
The way you wrote it
and I read it
If I were your teacher
I’d give you all the credit
Besides in this case
you’re the teacher
I say hallelujah brother
your life is a prayer
keep on speaking preacher
So I ask
what can a math challenged
middle aged white dude do?
People need more than compassion
for what they’ve been through
A thought can grow exponentially
beyond me and you
Until it becomes true
Action Maximization
by the many for the few
Dedicated to Michael Ellis after reading his Poem “A Poem for My Algebra Teacher” Please read it.
Categories:
cope with, abuse, angst, discrimination, identity,
Form:
Rhyme
Over recent months I’ve had trouble with my hearing…
Misinterpreting what is being said isn’t so endearing
Take a step back and think of all the things you would miss if you couldn’t hear at all
The list is endless but here are a few I came up with
The cry of a newborn baby and your child’s first words
The symphony of the dawn chorus
Music and speech on the radio or TV
Phone conversations or chatting with friends
Going to the theatre or to a concert
The door bell or alarm clock ringing
And of course there are those three little words we love to hear …
‘IS DINNER READY ?’
OOPS I MEAN
I LOVE YOU
I took the plunge and saw a specialist and have been fitted with a hearing aid
Wow what a difference it has made
I can hear perfectly now
From the squeak of a mouse to the moo of a cow
And the best bit of all…
If someone is mouthy and starts to scoff
I can quickly turn my hearing aid off!!!
10~06~16
N B I have to approach what has been and what is going on in my life with humour it is just the way I cope with what life throws my way
Categories:
cope with, health, how i feel,
Form:
Free verse
It's like a powerful undertow that pulls you down below,
till darkness swirls around you and there's no place you can go.
It fills your head with sadness and it buries any hope,
and soon you find that sleeping is the only way to cope.
You wake up every morning with that same dark inner dread,
which leaves you feeling broken so you cannot leave your bed.
And other days you feel so low that all you do is cry,
and when it hits you rarely ever know the reason why.
It feeds upon your energy and slowly drains your soul,
and pretty soon it makes you feel that you're no longer whole.
You cannot cope with simple things like getting up to dress,
and even your surroundings start to look an awful mess.
You slowly start withdrawing from your family and friends,
which just compounds the problem like a loop that never ends.
But there is always hope as you are stronger than you know.
Just seek the help you need and you will beat that undertow.
Categories:
cope with, depression, health, mental illness,
Form:
Rhyme
There's an oasis of calm within you,
That stress cannot erase.
It shows in the way you cope with things,
Though not always on your face;
But you have faith well grounded,
Deep within your core.
This faith will boost the hope in you,
To help your spirit soar;
And if by chance the storm grows fierce,
And winds and waves are high,
Your faith will see you through the storm,
And hope will lift you high,
High above the highest waves,
Because your faith holds true,
Sustaining strength that's always there,
Because it's part of you.
Hang onto faith your whole life through,
And it's unfailing force.
It's stalwart strength will strengthen you,
And help you hold your course.
Categories:
cope with, courage, faith, hope,
Form:
Quatrain
Angels Above
A. W. Nutter
At fifteen, I was to young to become a father
At fourteen, she didn’t need to be a mother
We were old enough to have sexual relations
Unable to understand the implications
We cried out in anguish to the angels above
Pleading for their mercy and their love
Parents abusing us for this sinful union
Adolescents fearful and full of confusion
Not able to cope with the adult pressure
The mothers young body goes into labor
We cried out in anguish to the angels above
Pleading for their mercy and their love
My son struggled between life and death
I held his hand as he took his last breath
From my hands his little body was pried
The tears falling like rain from my eyes
We cried out in anguish to the angels above
Pleading for their mercy and their love.
Occasionally the mother and my path will cross
Seldom do we mention or discuss our loss
But every year at nine, on the sixteenth of May
We both agreed, to light a candle and silently pray
To the angels watching from heaven above
Shower our son with mercy, show him your love
Categories:
cope with, anniversary, childhood, death, faithson,
Form:
Rhyme
Falling asleep to illogical thoughts.
Seeing red or nothing but spots.
Heart racing toward the finish line.
Can't seem to catch that breath of mine.
A whooshing roar inside my head.
Sometimes wishing I was dead.
Treating symptoms not disease.
Praying hard while on my knees.
Listening to the same song a thousand times.
Putting my feelings down in rhymes.
Feeling lost and out of place.
Floating untethered through outerspace.
Crack a smile and blink back tears.
Trying to cope with irrational fears.
Not being able to trust my thoughts.
My stomach twisted up in knots.
Always in survival mode.
On the brink of overload.
Impending doom
in every room...
Ambivalent stare
trying to care...
Then I stop indulging and reel it in.
Calmly try to slow my spin.
Can't afford to lose my cool,
and be like every other fool.
So I shake it off and bite my lip.
Then tell myself to get a grip.
Categories:
cope with, anxiety,
Form:
Rhyme
Written: June 26, 2023
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The morning's rising sun looms above the hills.
My breath catches in my throat and fulfills.
Warblers are an attractive bonus to the garden.
Their delicate melodies offer a lovely lyrical pardon.
The oak vine is adorned with crimson clematis.
Its aromatic splendor is a sight that grabs us.
A waltz in the breeze, with feathers fluttering.
As butterflies cope with a wind dance spluttering.
Yet, alas, it's late, and my task needs to start.
I reluctantly step away from the natural art.
I find comfort in the morning serenade.
Calm before the time of the promenade.
The sun's golden rays kiss my face,
Guiding me forward with gentle grace
In the day's tasks that lie ahead,
But in my heart, nature's song is still spread.
Though my steps may be heavy, my spirit is light.
The morning symphony will carry me through the fight.
The melodies of birds linger in my ears.
Their harmonies calm any fears.
The beauty of nature is a constant reminder.
That there's much into life than merely a grinder.
So as I start my work with a cumbrous heart,
I'll hold onto the morning symphony's art.
Categories:
cope with, analogy, appreciation, beauty, morning,
Form:
Rhyme
Within the dark mystery of evening,
he listens to two interchangeable discourses
One the gentle persuader, the other, life's ultimate blamer.
Troubled by these seething exchanges,
both conscious and unconscious currents resound,
As the master's inner thoughts boom,
pounding into trails of indecision
with wired quizzes on his mind.
In silence, he weighs dark and light perspectives-
question left unanswered in the din
of reflection,
and through gradual flow of spontaneous musings,
Logic nags his cerebral strains-
scientific, structured assessment of matters which do not really matter...
Somehow, amid the debate where reason pauses with the fragile voice of instinct, the heart remains silent
offering gentle hunches revealing the
wisdom born from honesty, truth...
Slowly, this inner prompting arises
as the master in quiet introspection
realizes: the mind can lie , pride is ego- based ...but the heart, can it in conscience cope with deceit?
Categories:
cope with, integrity, introspection,
Form:
Verse
Good old ageing inevitably involves loss
Affecting our faculties
Varied for each individual
Different losses ,different degrees
Frustrating and difficult it is
A struggle at times to say the least
Adjusting and learning to cope with
“Life’s old age beast”
Along with losses there are personal gains
We individually accrue
The greatest blessing age has gifted me
Is absolute appreciation and gratitude!
Categories:
cope with, age, appreciation, loss,
Form:
Rhyme
I drink my tears and blink away my fears,
For the Lord my God is with me,
He's giv'n me relief and driv'n away grief,
With hope I cope with life's melee.
Reviling all pain, I'm smiling again
Midst trials, denials and strife,
I'm moving on now, God's proving me how
He takes whole control of my life.
Living in His ways, giving Him all praise,
Singing and bringing Him glory,
Learning to be still, turning to His will,
I light up and write this story.
Written on 12th August, 2017
Categories:
cope with, faith, god, pain, smile,
Form:
Rhyme