Best Cry Out Poems
See my tears,
Hear my cries,
Only Thou can help,
Pain appears,
Silence dies,
Unto Thee I yelp.
Got to bear,
But how long?
Can take it no more,
My prayer,
Make me strong,
My health do restore.
08/18/17
Syllable count: 3.3.5.3.3.5
Aphrodite, In Sweet Dreams Of Bliss I Cry Out To You,
Sonnet Doubles
Aphrodite, princess of my romantic dreams
burning flames to my heart's inner desires
your beauty gifted, a poetic soul redeems
goddess of love, true love that never tires.
Underneath moon's golden rays and heavenly nights
we meet, in a dreamland made just for two
your vision bringing forth love's most sensual light
passionate touch, Cupid's arrows shot true.
Aphrodite, no heart can your deep love deny
or satisfaction from your every kiss
you are soft twinkle of stars in radiant sky
epitome of love, life, joyous bliss.
Within this heaving breast, is your heart to now hold.
Your passionate embrace, I am forever sold.
Robert J. Lindley, 7-11-2020
Sonnet, ( Forever Lost In The Sweet Depths Of A True Love )
Note:
Aphrodite:
https://www.britannica.com/topic/Aphrodite-Greek-mythology
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Remember All That Glitters Is Not Gold
Within a silken tapestry of dreams
are golden orbs of glittering treasures
life is too often not what it may seem
if we in haste seek only our pleasures.
Far better to view Nature, its beauty
as if a mere child just learning to walk
knowing life is a gift not a duty
we oft may learn more without idle talk.
Cease snatching up offerings this world casts
those tempting traps that look to be so free
Ulysses was pleading, bound to ship's mast
to jump overboard, drown in raging seas.
Remember all that glitters is not gold.
Bountiful are worldly lies we are told.
Robert J. Lindley, 7-11-2020
Sonnet, ( If it looks to good to be true, almost always it isn't)
I toil and I slave
in the shadows—
exhaustively I emerge
to your rescue
when you feel
the sting of grief
and the hot torrent
of tears.
I cry out to you
to behold me in the light,
but my mouth is closed
to pincers and restraining webs.
How it hurts
everything that I am—
that you see me only
in your pain.
I cry out for all the Mother's in the world that are not being treated right,
I know how lonely and painful it is not to feel loved.
When you have brought a child into this world and they can't find the time to call
and say I love you.
Mother's don't ask for much you "see" they just want to hear a voice, receive
a card that they keep forever and a memory they can hold on to.
I think a Mother deserves much more than that, "but" if you can't do anything else
make sure you show her love.
A cry out for "Ma "Ma
Remember if you are not showing her anything now, when she is gone you might
Cry out for "Ma "Ma but it will be to late, it's hard to show someone something
when they are not around.
(based on Luke 19:40)
"I tell you that, if these should hold their peace,
the stones would immediately cry out." - Jesus
They watch the planets in the sky,
But of His workmanship deny,
And as they go about their day,
The rocks cry out to give Him praise.
They view the beauty of the land,
With mountain peak and desert sand,
And though it leaves them quite unfazed,
The rocks cry out to give Him praise.
They say it happened all by chance,
They never give a second glance,
And while their 'science' is displayed,
The rocks cry out to give Him praise.
There's evidence in what they see,
Design in nature's chemistry,
While they are trapped inside their maze,
The rocks cry out to give Him praise.
He speaks through everything He made,
But there are some He can't persuade,
And as they turn and walk away,
The rocks cry out to give Him praise.
I cry for their pain
They cry alone
hide their tears
They stepped up
did their duty
fought for freedom
took the hit
Cry with them
cry out loud
they need your tears
cry out loud.
I stood on a gigantic branch that hangs over the great big ocean
that spans across the depth and width of this earth and stretched forth my
hands. I reached towards the heavens and cried out to the almighty
God to save his people from the terrible wrath to come.
It was not a cry for vengeance; it wasn’t a cry of pain,
It wasn’t a cry of bitterness or anger, but a cry for pardon
and mercy that sank deep within my guts,
resonate throughout mountains, valleys
and plains then filtering into thin air.
Series of cries rushes through the leaves;
They evaporate in the atmosphere and filled the clouds with rain.
I could hear voices thundering in the ocean,
Beating and riding upon choppy waves.
Voices of the young and old rushes through the air
Voices of the motherless and fatherless, triggered desperation
Voices of starving widows weep for compassion
Voices of strangers and wounded warrior crying out for help.
I could not see them, I could not touch them but I could hear them.
I walked towards the last pinnacle on the branch,
And remained silent while staring at the clear blue sky,
when suddenly I felt empowered by a strong presence that stood beside me.
It held me by my hand and took me across the great big ocean and seated me upon a rock .
It pointed in four directions, and cried out in a loud voice.
Then places its hands upon my head and said
“child I have seen what they have done, and I have heard your cry,"
you are under my covering and no harm will ever come to you.
From now on you shall be my head, and you must go wherever I send you.
You will take my message of mercy and forgiveness to the four corners of the globe.
Those who persist in their evil ways will perish in their own wrath,
but those who will repent of their evil ways will be granted pardon and mercy.
It took me back to the tree and cut all the branches,
the only branch that remained was the one we stood on and hangs over the ocean.
It says pardon and mercy cry out in the deep,go and see to it my dear.
It places a book and gold pen in my hand then disappeared.
©2014 Christine Phillips
Souls that pass through the veil
Over night
Rise like the morning dew in the noon
Sunlight
White billowy clouds like angels
In flight
Cover the heavens with
Earthly delights
Teary eyes thick with shade
Which one is yours
Which ones are mine
For unawaken ones left behind
Neither as the souls return home
To where souls belong
Why, O' Why Cry Out
Like a blind fool, my life is in such tatters
Why cry out? Would it help such sad matters?
Friends declare their sweet sorrow for me
Am I not still a healthy, spreading bold tree?
My roots run deep and in a most fertile soil
for love and life I heartily sweat and toil
What more of me? Does another think my chore
I too, hold my heart- out, wanting much more!
No longer do I pray to a vanished, broken God
father loved me but never , never spared the rod!
Solitude in old, deep forests I so dearly seek
wisdom into Heaven- just a wee, wee little peek.
Can life give me more to hold most blessedly dear?
Greater heart to love, greater courage not to fear!
R.J. Lindley
March 26th 1980
Note. Old sonnet from my private journals.
Why must the American people keep asking why
The FBI always seems to get a Bye
When accountability for one's actions
Should be so high
Persecution of so many a- lister's stuck in the public's eyes
Though they deserve the cost of their own demise
Because we no longer just let it lye
So once again we try to send our cries to Washington
Hoping they will not fall on deaf eyes
When people plug into the few systems on which we rely
To prevent any more of our teachers or students from having to die
That leaves so many families devastated asking why
Our Governments plan ends with nothing but a lie
Social media and reporting these troubled teens actions
Should never have been put aside
While Congress takes a free ride
Gun control so widely divided among our lawmakers
That seems to be a bunch of overpaid fakers
That is supposed to be the movers and shakers
For the American people who elect them to office
So much gun violence in our schools and streets
Have parents demanding answers while Congress retreats
From the president to the FBI should be held accountable
When public awareness is so high
American people won't tolerate any more of their attempted tries
We need them to set their agenda's aside to hear the families cries
I say this to open up with my own silence
To deal with all the headlines about the rise of school violence
We need our governments promise they will decide
These kinds of actions will no longer be allowed to backslide
Or be put on the back burner to let ride
Or accountability in our elected officials will just have to rise
In the public's eyes that will cut them down to size
To elect a government willing and wise hearing America's cries
Whisper clouds of the unheard cage unknown
Shall I say, lay where once told of unspoken book
Mark thy wisdom of felt joys alone
Send me eyes, hear far cries outlook.
Oh! Tears held fear now speak
Close thy palm; reach an open door of warm
Know you once, shan’t twice step of sick
Can’t thy light be of wings harm?
Steal, run, and bid goodbyes, not a moment spare
Be of reason why smile and grave shall be of seen
Cross healed of wounds, say you never cared
Drag thy paths, eyes of mortal sin
Now, hear the most of never known sealed brave
Speak of must, thirst I shall crave.
>>> this is a requested poem...a friend of mine asked me to make one for her school project, and this is what I gave her <<<<
Cry out to Mama Africa.
Mama Africa, Mama Africa
your children are crying.
Mama Africa, Mama Africa
your children are suffering.
Mama Africa, Mama Africa
The ancestors of your children
are screaming out of Pain.
Mama Africa, Mama Africa
your children are dying out
of your ignorance.
Mama you are killing us.
Why my Homeland
why didn't you learn out
of the past.
Mama, you keep on repeating
the same Mistakes over
and over again.
Covering your eyes as your
children are been sold.
Covering your eyes as your
children are been killed.
Mama, remember oh
Remember us
Remember a mother's
Love.
Remember, oh Mama
Remember
as Brothers and sisters
Keep betraying Each other.
Mama
Oh Mama Africa
Why can't you feel our Pain
Mama why can't you hear us scream.
Mama Africa your
children are suffering.
Mama Africa,
Stop selling
us to our death's.
My nerves they’re bad
My temper is short
My frustration comes easy
Would it hurt for someone to do one thing to please me?
To please a heart that was broken from a father who doesn't want her.
Á father who doesn't notice her. A father who doesn't say I love you.
He makes me wonder, "Does he even want me?" Time spent with older
brother,
all my time spent with my mother, but even I make time for my brother.
I’m not alone because of my mother, but what happened to the figure of a
father.
I am this mans only daughter. My skin complexion he looks no farther.
The attitudes and frustration cover the fact this problem bothers me.
My heart from a stabbed womb bleeds. Why doesn't he want me?
I’m his baby, I still make A's and B's, this part of my life is so empty.
Can anyone hear me, can you feel me. Stretching and reaching out for my
Daddy.
"Does he even want me?" A hug I ask I dare to plead.
My nerves they’re bad
My temper is short
My frustration might come easy
These parts of me I get from he! “Why doesn’t my daddy want me?"
"Cry Out!"
The dawn of day breaks the night
Through cigarette smoke there's a hazy light
Cold shivers still remain
Memory of a face still causes pain
Homeward bound, no injuries to see
But will they ever care or know what's inside of me?
War makes a man become a beast
War breaks the man and lets his hell release
They look at me with pride, some with fear
Though I see through the same eyes; that person they all loved is not here
Now a legal murderer sits before them, one who can't stop his hands shaking!
A quiet, humble man now he will become
For deep down I know just what he's done
I see my young sister and tears fill my eyes
Her innocence, pride and love; she simply can't disguise
I remember a boy screaming his sisters name
On the hellicopter out of hell I saw him holding her in his arms and over the rotor blades I could hear his pain
His face looking at me and his demanding screams of WHY?
When our boots hit the ground she had to die?
When battle takes hold and bullets fire into the flame
Explosions crack the fabric of the night, senses die in pain
I look at my face and see death behind my eyes
I recognise the features of the boy I liked in this man's reflection that I now despise
I pray for the sun to go down so I can kneel alone in the dark
Where I can cry out my screams........
for the family who's world we tore apart.
Written 15th January 2017
Children
Pushing away their problems
Not caring
About those they hurt
Running the streets
Day after day
After Night
Living in fear
Hanging with people
Having no clue
Who they are
Just wanting somone
To cling to
Parents
It is up to us
To save our children...
What has happened
To communication?
Open your eyes
And see
What is real
Our children watch
What we do
Taking our personalities
With them
Hoping we see
Their distress
Wanting to be told...
Stop!
This is not right!