Best Crying Out Poems
Every day a darker world we see.
Her skies are gray, and Her pain released.
Many warning signs are shared by her.
Earthquakes, Hurricanes, and floods
on Earth.
Her droughts are brought causing famine.
Are warnings for us to examine.
Her felt emotions and inner pain.
Are then brought forth through tears of rain.
How many more warnings must she
send?
The World to realize, we're at the end.
The Bible Speaks when will we know
the end is near? Mathew 24:6-8 ESV.
" See that you are not alarmed, for
this must take place, but the end is
not yet. For nation, will rise against
Nation, and Kingdom, and there will
be famines, and earthquakes in
various places. All these are but the
beginning of Birth Pains."
Michael Tor
Hard edged (unreality) you face away from my immediacy (candour eschewing) inimically you parody, offering as nice the complexity of ''vice''exploiting even nature
(as voyeur and narrator) your intention anethema to the nations,
as you coerce ''your creation'' encouraging over consumption,
with a hard nosed gumption, yet my God who is greater
is no longer willing to be a waiter!sickle in hand he is walking his land,
with the sun as his shadow is this (One)
to be Hallowed..!
Contemporary Ode To A Mother Crying Out
To Her Children…2015
Sprawled out on life’s stage,
her world turns and runs
river red with the blood of her children:
flowing like a wandering stream.
Bloated ballooned bellies
mock aborted pregnancies;
once luscious breasts
sag in parallel union
with sinking faces
of lost hope.
Lost hope—whirling
like solitary ghost smoke
of abandoned fires:
abandoned fires
dying in waning time.
Hollowed red eyes
of fleeing lovers look rearward:
the wholeness of nothingness simmering;
as smiling death sits—
waiting and anticipating the wonted feast.
Heartbeat of hope struggles—
murmuring in the valleys and shadows;
searching the gods’ penurious mercy.
In the midst of the Dante, hazed hell,
a wretched mother clings
to time and history—once again.
Rooted in her audacious faith,
she cries out to her wandering brood in Diaspora:
those liberating souls spewed from her precious womb.
Scattered liberating souls—umbilical bound;
destined to restore her great grand glory:
With sage seasoned good courage,
sagaciously she squats—
awaiting the victory.
Almost a century ago
Innocent blood was spilt
Almost a century ago
But there remains the guilt
The world must acknowledge
The Armenian genocide
The blood won’t wash away
There is no place to hide
One million and a half
Of Armenians met death
Their hopes and dreams extinguished
Gone out with their last breath
The women brutally raped
And their husbands shot or hung
How many of their songs
To this day remain unsung
The children weak and fragile
Dying for want of some bread
Left in the desert to die
Buzzards flying overhead
The sick and the elderly
Were discarded on the way
No one to weep and mourn
When their bodies saw light of day
The mothers dying slow deaths
Seeing children turn to bone
Wanting to feed them their flesh
Knowing they’ll not see them grown
The young girls flying off cliffs
Rather than suffer disgrace
Others hiding their beauty
By disfiguring their face
The soldiers with stone hearts
Deaf to the moaning sounds
Of the dead and the dying
Strewn on the desert ground
Faceless nameless people
Identity stripped away
Not honored with a number
In this gruesome tragic play
Their blood is crying out
Like faithful Abel of old
Still demanding justice
Their story must be told
The genocide of my people
Was not hidden from God’s eyes
The world may now deny it
May feed naive people lies
But every single blood drop
Will be accounted for one day
The murderers will face judgment
To escape- there’ll be no way
The Judgment day is coming
My people will see the light
They will be vindicated
They will march out of death’s night.
They will be reunited
With loved ones that they have lost
For their souls we now seek justice
We will achieve it at all cost.
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Weighty sins grab me;
Crippling me from what I seek:
Close proximity.
On my own I fail,
without any scrap of worth.
I'm self defeating.
I scream out to you
with rage that strips my voice bare,
hoping that you hear.
There is no reply,
as if you abandoned me
to rot in my state.
Be swift to save me.
Be ready to lift me up.
Be quick to forgive.
I still feel the pain,
and hot anger tow-ard you,
though you are my health.
Replace my raw filth
that devastates every word,
keeping me from you.
Please don't hesitate
by delaying my rescue
because of my pride.
Your grace is life's breath.
Without it I suffocate
with it I'm sustained
Please answer my prayers
and forgive me of my sins.
Have me feel your love.
In the presence of all to see, her world turns
and runs red with the blood of her children:
Blood flowing like a wandering stream.
The bloated bellies of surviving youth
mock aborted pregnancies of liberty;
and her once luscious breasts now sag
in union with the sinking faces of lost hope.
Lost hope---disappearing like solitary
ghost smoke of abandoned fires;
abandoned fires---dying in waning time.
Hollowed red eyes of fleeing lovers look backward
onto the wholeness of nothing---smiling death
sitting and waiting on the coming feast.
Though the heartbeat of hope struggles
through the valleys of shadows of death, she
must yet believed that God has not forgotten her;
Indeed, it’s yet believed that in the midst of the ethnic genocide
in her Dante-like hell, this wretched mother---clinging to time
and its history---will once again experience the restoration
of her Pan-African unity and great African glory.
A great glory of continental liberation
sown in the brave hearts and liberated minds
of her children who---scattered throughout her lands
as well as in Diaspora---will eventually bring to fruition.
Remember, wherever you are, Mother Africa is;
and you’re indeed, her liberating children---
Umbilical bound to restore her collective glory.
For crying out loud
Pay first.You are not what
I desire
Lurking in shadows to wait for release.
Overcome with denial.
A soul with no peace.
Out of the corner of an eye I see you pass.
Fragmented image as clear as glass.
Whispered voice with an unclear intent.
Restless with questions.
Between worlds your day is spent.
How can I help?
What for can I do?
To give you resolution.
To let live death anew.
For The ''Ghost Poetry Contest....''
sponsored by...Carolyn Devonshire
Have my peccant daydreams seep away
Purged from my mind devoid all delay
Evaporate those thoughts like the mist
Wring as a sponge, oh LORD, with a twist
Have me absorb ideas you adore
Blessed visions soak deep to the core
Living water so pure for my soul
Please, fill me up, each pore, every hole
My thoughts are wrong, so done be your will
Your providence is far greater still
So, God, exchange, my sin with your grace
Each transgression, remove every trace
Though my frail mind compels me to turn
With drowning pain, my life, you did earn.
Crying out loud,
Crying for no reason,
A girl without future,
A girl stuck in the prison.
Where dreams are coming out?
When they take her dreams away?
A girl without future,
A girl without desire.
How many things are missed?
How many words are left unsaid?
A girl is crying out,
A girl stuck in the world.
Where is an explanation?
Where is a hero?
Is it fine now when
Girls within are still believers
But outside they hate
Every detail and season
Hidden in the eyes of men?
Crying out to God
Enables us to hear,
His response.
While on life's journey, we should always be
GROWING
CHANGING and
EXCELLING
In new and very different ways.
And then when we have fully matured,
Only then are we truly ready,
To emerge with a new sense of direction,
With a deeper understanding.
Of our struggles along the way.
Because at this critical point
We began to see life,
through the Father's eyes
We get it, our struggles were not in vain.
And our pain does matter.
Should National Security be compromised from emails of privacy?
I say to you, NO it should not, but you can blame that darn Hillary!
Quid-pro-quo Clinton Foundation during ten years of Secretary of State,
spreading lies and deceit, so much controversy did she create.
Failing to protect Americans about the nature of the Benghazi attack,
corruption to the severest degree, so much dignity she does lack.
How about the “Uranium One Deal” with the Russians overseas?
Intimidating women to stay quiet while her husband spreads disease.
She has a “dead pool list” with strange disappearances and suicides,
and then when confronted she runs like a spoiled baby and hides.
Seriously? Murdering babies at seven months in the womb?
Little do we hear about the people she has sent to a tomb!
No there’s nothing on earth that could make me earn her respect-
but after all, look who she’s married to…what more could I expect?
A Realistic Hillary Clinton Poem (it is NOT positive) Cash Prize Poetry Contest
Michael Wegman
April 7, 2019
*Awesome idea for a contest, just sayin'. Hope you like it as much as I enjoyed writing it*
I'll meet you halfway
up in the sky
shes coming my way
oh my oh my
She smiles so bright
just like the sun
She makes me blind
I cant see around
And I've been found
Sort of a hopeless cause
For crying out loud
Im gonna win her love
For crying out loud
Im gonna win her love
She makes me crazy
but in a good way
Im being pulled by passion
No I cant stray
Cant think with ration
and I don't mind
that I ain't thinking
Oh my Oh my
And I've been found
Sort of a hopeless cause
For crying out loud
Im gonna win her love
For crying out loud
Im gonna win her love
She's got her noose
around my leg
by horses Im
Im.. being dragged
Im in the dirt
I roll around
I should be hurt
but I've found-
And I've been found
Sort of a hopeless cause
For crying out loud
Im gonna win her love
For crying out loud
Im gonna win her love
*after writing this song I found that to loose for love is the highest expression of love.
To win for love= honor, glory, and the girl.
To loose for love=nothing gained, you give up everything in love.
A woman touching her hair a nice tell but please do not say that out loud, just yet Check for a Duchenne smile or not but an extreme please, do not say it out loud When she looks in your eyes, look away this is called the copulatory gaze When you look at her body please do not say this aloud Check the feet, if she is not actually pigeon toed this could be a good sign unless you have already voiced this Just touching, on a few things but remember
im crying out
for u to love me.
mii life without you
is shallow
im crying out
for u to tell me
that you
love me
im crying out to you
cuz your the onli one
who understands
me. Im crying out to u.