Best Discomforts Poems
To a woman
(In this traslation of Paul Verlaine’s sonnet : « A une femme »,
I have retained the rhyme scheme to the letter, I hope. T. Wignesan)
To you these lines in faith must console I address :
A sweet dream laughs and cries in your large eyes through
The purity of your soul which is wholly good, to you
These lines from the depths of my turbulent distress.
Just that, Alas ! the nightmare which haunts me hideous
Allows no respite and furious, mad and jealous continue
Multiplying themselves like wolves in a funeral retinue
Hanging on to my fate which at their mercy they harrass !
Oh ! how I suffer, I suffer hopelessly, so mean
That the initial whimperings of the first man
Banished from Eden a mere eclogue to the cost I wean. !
And the minor discomforts you may endure in comparison
Are like the swallows in the sky on an afternoon
- My Dear – make the beautiful warm September day a boon !
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Categories:
discomforts, lost love,
Form:
Sonnet
I believe that every problem defies every solution
I believe that everybody is God’s special creation
I believe love is something that will last, long after this life has past
I believe a smile can be contagious
I believe without God in our lives, things around us becomes more dangerous
I believe in fear of rejection
I believe in the need of affection
I believe that everybody should embrace their discomforts and shames
I believe that there is a meaning in every name
I believe if you seek you shall find
I believe love is blind
I believe a melody can say more than lyrics
I believe if you put your ears to the speaker you can hear it
I believe in faith and hope
I believe without them both we as humans cannot cope
I believe in prayer can make change and heal
I believe that God is real
Categories:
discomforts, encouraging, faith, inspirational, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme
When I tell you that I love you
I mean it like NO other
It does not come from my mind
nor my heart
But from deep within my soul
I love you with the innocence
of an infant and the playfulness
of a child
Like the daydream of a
teenager and the content in a
woman's smile
It's a love that grows within me
every time I meet your gaze
A love that embraces and binds
me in so many different ways
A love that sparkles on the
river like the sun could only get
brighter
As breathtaking as the
waterfalls which make
discomforts lighter
A love that has the power to
make the forests much more
greener
That illuminates the ocean and
makes all melodies sound
sweeter
A love that views the night sky
more magical than it seems
That allows me to fall asleep and
have the most enchanting
dreams
A love that puts me at ease
and gives me peace of mind
It encompasses all of my
beliefs and strengthens my bond
to the Divine
This love in its entirety was not
even portrayed above
As there is no earthly way to
even begin to describe my love
I cannot say that I will love you
forever, as that is a time to
measure
In the place that I truly love
you, time does not exist
It is in the land of light where
only this love subsists
Categories:
discomforts, beautiful, devotion, feelings, for
Form:
Imagism
I lay here, unarmed, and vulnerable to the damage that has been done. I want to cry, I can cry and I will.
The feeling of it all, discomforts me, hypnotizes me, leaves me wondering; who have I got left? I think and the answer terrifies me, shakes me; how come? I have no one.
These breaths, they puzzle me, how do I breathe for nothing? No one?
And yet so eagerly, I look up for better things, brighter beginnings, but the thought ends, will I truly be happy? Can something powerful enough in the days ahead of me give me comfort? Bring me peace?
Yes I have been fooled, betrayed several times now. I have figured out my flaws; I trust too much, love too much, and forgive. I don’t know why but I seem to refuse giving up this false matter, false clinging to this object, idea, or spirit, named “Hope”.
Yes it beats me up, yes I have been slain, slaughtered, and shattered; in the walls of denial, and query I was trapped, destined to taste suffer, with the eyes of mine I did see, moments, and events that slaughtered me like ice and fire, those eyes of mine, show me things I don’t wish to see, they slaughter me, although part of me, organs of my being, they still do. In the times where I thought I was strong, in times where I thought hope would save me, now it shatters me in the presence of all thy people, makes me its slave by clinging to it, begging for mercy, for chances, and for that I am weak. They all thought I was strong, unbreakable, but now everything proves them wrong; I do break..
These tears I thought will cleanse me, purify, and strengthen me, but now whenever I do cry; those tears are just like whips that drain out my strength, deteriorate my goals, and terrorize my dreams, and so I abandon them..
Categories:
discomforts, hope, introspection, life, loss,
Form:
Free verse
He has a near-death
Hallucination.
Years later, Allen
Wakes up on a beach
Once again and then
Encounters a
Pretty mermaid
Exposed woman
Kisses Allen.
The mermaid
On the land
For her love.
Allen
And she
Splash.
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Falls into the sea
And meets a mermaid
Madison she calls
To herself and keeps
The secret from him.
They fall in love
Strange behavior,
Unexplained things,
Discomforts him.
Things go wrong,
Tail flapping
In public.
Both in
Water.
Free.
Date: 15/01/2016
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Categories:
discomforts, cute love, first love,
Form:
Diminished Hexaverse
Every night, the dreams begin
In every dark the dreams worsen
Whether it is a dark in the day
Or a dark in the night, the constant worry never gives a break
Worry is a mysterious torch
That carries no light yet it plays tricks on the mind
To believe so
To see so
Energy is focused on known and unknowns
Especially the unknowns
The sweating
The chest discomforts
The high blood pressures
The food cravings
The increased heart rate
If i stood by the bus station with my worry costume, people may avoid me
Others may start worrying, a contagious disease
Others may want to help but not know how
Others may relate to me and join hands with me
With the world so uneasy
One minute this, one minute that
The subconscious can be filled with the constant fear of what if someone came to my job and started shooting
What if the minute i open my house door, i'd meet my death
What if i don't even have to leave my house, because someone is already planning to drop a bomb
It never gets better
Categories:
discomforts, angst, anxiety, world,
Form:
Free verse
I’m all alone
Studying the stupid algebra lesson
Sniffing my nose from a flu
Listening to songs to chase off
Of my discomforts’
I drink water continuously
And stay alone
Until my sister comes
And breaks the silence
With her stupid noises
I’m worried and confused
Remembering a friend’s inappropriate words
Wishing to slap her badly
For her oversized tongue
That keeps on blabbering bullshits
I don’t know why I’m weeping
Guess because there’s no one to talk too
No one to be considered a someone
Even my mom keeps on watching silly shows
And screaming at my face for nothing but a habit
And it bothers me, it bothers me to hell
And when I step up to defend my right
She forgets my words, and off to her ridiculous shows she goes
I’m screaming from inside
Madly a monster, bored from being kept in a cage
I wanna be free
Bust the chains and do everything I can do!
Categories:
discomforts, introspection
Form:
Free verse
THE SOUND OF THE GUN
Sounds like a baby thunder
But the blast discomforts the ears
And terrifies the spirit of man
Suddenly the gush of thick blood
Followed by uncontrollable wailing
And tearing of the heart into shreds.
Just one awful sound, end up producing
So many sounds of agony and sorrow.
At last, unprepared journey begins
To the great beyond after the sudden
Fall of regret and woes.
A poem written by Uche ken Okologo. 4/30/2013
Categories:
discomforts, violence,
Form:
Free verse
I love you, but you hate me
I want to hold you, but you'd shove me
I want you're love, but you'd want my hate
Why do you judge, when love is fate
Afraid then
of only what,
that if I kissed you
you wouldn't stop me
that you would actually fall for me
You've placed your boundaries
that I would never cross
you avoid my eyes
to look at the time
running from that part of me
that discomforts you
You judged that part
but without knowing my heart
You pushed me away
when I wanted you stay
But still you don't know
that I think about you everyday
that when you avoided me
I loved you any way
Even after that day
even when I stayed away
even when I tried to build hate each day
I still love you any way
Categories:
discomforts, crush, discrimination, hate, heartbreak,
Form:
For the first time
since the end of Summer,
Mr. Nobody wears his socks to bed,
a sad admission that
things were going to get worse.
Can't count on the
warmth of mother nature's breast
to keep his mammalian nature intact.
When he wears his socks
and he pulls the thin duvet and the
extra purple woven Dacron blanket
up over himself he feels
warm enough to sleep.
The cat, Missy, who sleeps on his bed
wants to go out. This is Mr. Nobody's worse fear,
like a fear of urination
a fear that keeps him from resting.
Mr. Nobody throws off the blankets, rises,
swings his legs over the side of the bed
and rests his feet on the cold wood laminate floor.
He shuffles to the door
Missy follows.
Opening the back door, he feels
the dread of the betrayal.
Missy scoots out.
Now, before he can sleep, Mr. Nobody has to remember
to find her and let her in again, realizing now that
William, the male cat had been let out earlier.
He will have to recover them both.
Mr. Nobody doesn’t know why he cares so much
about the discomforts of the cats.
He doesn't know if they suffer the terrors
of the failing pact with nature as much as he,
probably they do not.
Mr. Nobody returns to bed, pulls the cover-sandwich package
over his legs then over his chest. He rests,
planning to rise in an hour to go out and find the cats.
Mr. Nobody is certain that when he calls the cats
after an obligatory time
they will agree to follow him,
almost as if they know what's
good for them.
Categories:
discomforts, cat, character, fear, feelings,
Form:
Grook
WHILE MY EYES ARE SHUT,MY HEART IS UNBOUND,PURE KNOWLEDGE IS DEVELOPING,AS I WALK TO THE SHORES OF GHOSTLY REGRETS I FIND MY FAITH IS QUESTIONING THE SONG OF ANOTHER SPIRIT.
AS I SIT HERE AND KNEEL IN FALSE CHARM, THE NIGHT ONCE AGAIN REMEMBERS HER STORY......
WHEN I WAS A CHILD I HELD ON TO A STRING, IT WAS AS LONG AS AN ANGELS WINGS,ATTATCHED TO THAT WAS A LITTLE GIRL WHOSE DREAMS WERE SPLINTERED AND BROKEN,
SHE GREW UP ON DEBRIS OF SHATTERED LOVE AND DELICATE DEATHS,MANY SILENT NIGHTS SHE EMBRACED AN UNSEEN UNIVERSE,THAT RETURNED EACH SPRING WITH BLOOMING PAIN AND SUFFERING.
HER ACTIONS UNTIED MANY SECRETS AND SHE KNEW SOON SHE WAS NOT TO BE.
HER INNOCENT TEARS WERE NO MORE SACRED,
FREQUENT DISCOMFORTS WERE ABSORBED,WHY WAS ASSUALT A SUBSTITUTE FOR A MOTHERS AFFECTION ?
TIRED AND NUMB SHE ANSWERED FOR THE HATRED FOR ALL INDIVIDUALS,PRAYERS CANT SAVE WHEN TORTURE IS A CONVIENIENCE,
THESE MEMORIES ARE THE PRISON OF A BROKEN CHILD.
Categories:
discomforts, abuse, betrayal, dark, fear,
Form:
The young plant;
borne out of that little seed
produced by the bigger one
hoping to be big someday
as it endures the harsh
but necessary sunlight
almost uprooted by the
vital vind, but for the soil
which hold firm its root
and its determination of maturity
That big tree
Aiding the solitude of men
out of its broad shade
was once a small plant
that perseveres the moments
when discomforts was its food
and resilience, its gymnastic
hoping again that one day
it will be laid to eternal rest
as a beautiful furniture in your home
Categories:
discomforts, cheer up, giggle, ,
Form:
ABC
Ànd I thought to myself how I do, stand within astonishing disbelief
When I behold once more the manifestation of his maligned and malignant face....
Like somehow viewing an apparition appearing, before the gates of grace
Disguisingly vague; behind these darkened window panes, of his masquerade!?
Boldly splithering his splather of finely prepared, to grasp and take
The dissolvings stirred within these tampered views; always splattered
Amongst the disheveled discomforts propelled, upon the discordant humans race....
While slowly lifting his cartoonish covert mask, of reasons entangled
From upon his identities truth, of revealings cardinal carcass face?!
Stepping from the glass profound to present this jagged crown
Hidden, beneath these broken edges of his fallaciously glittering, malnutritioned smile
And, malicious is his name....
As he enters through the secret side doors pathway
Now, seperated from its hinges which once held his presence bound?
Reaching forth to expose these sharpened pointed nails
Extending, from his pentagrams petrified and gray ghost hands
To cast these crossbones upon the scarlets floor, of vaporings, soon to be chance....
No longer but a myth anymore; written beyond the pages of his mysticals lore!
Slowly, crossing these barriers of the realmistics gates unknown
Which were somberly and bitterly, not long ago, once foretold?
And while as these impious implosions of what shall soon commence
Intwine themselves within the webs of this worlds lost, and without defense
"Crimson and clovers, over and over;" omens, towards a time wastedly, spent!
Gazing beyond the reflections now; as I stand amid these wonderous tides....
Beyond the horrors which shall proceed and yet encompass; enclose; his fateful face
Suddenly appearing vague no more; these curtains which do cover, his darkened windows
day
Crossbones cast upon the scarlets floor; burning pages, once thought to be lore!?
That called him throughout the centuries, millenniums, and more
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"Malicious' father"
Categories:
discomforts, history, life
Form:
So powerful yet so vulnerable
So mighty but so weak
A life of grandeur and dominance
embodied with greed and abundance
is drawing to a close by its own arrogance
I could see everything from all angle
All wrapped up within one giant circle
Connecting the bold dots on the external triangle
This morning I sat on the big fearless rock
Watching the silent river flowing in the deep
For a while everything was dead silent
And I could hear my own breath and my heart throbbing
The trees were silent too and there wasn't a touch of breeze
It felt like a big ceremony was happening way out in the deep
Water flowed peacefully under the old bridge
and the birds flew to and fro the ridge, murmuring
I could sense that something sad was about to happen
My mother used to tell that silent river runs deep
and the quite ones are usually the most dangerous ones
I sat there staring in the water praying that it will remain calm
But all of a sudden something more powerful than me began
raging in the trees causing a turbulent commotion
And shouting cars start parading up and down the street
The bird thunderous voice kept screaming in the trees
Forcing me to pack up and quickly take my leave
I headed towards the East staring directly into the morning sun
lamenting my discomforts but it had a message for me before the day began
After hearing my case it buried itself under the thick blue sky
The scent of fresh flowers circulated the atmosphere
And I found myself in three different spots picking flowers far and near
They had the same color the same smell and the same truth
The sun came out from under the tempestuous sky
with a ferocious energy that lit up the entire sky
I could literally feel it scorching my face oh what a big disgrace
I lie on the grass in front of the big round pond
watching the sun emitting its woeful verdict
King Nebuchadnezzar has boasted of building the great Babylon
by his own mighty power, for himself and his patrons
But he was driven away from power and lived
with wild animals and eat grass until he was humbled
I got up suddenly and stared at the water in front of me
And saw one duck swimming in big wide pond
Mother duck circled around the pond
swimming up and down and quacking merrily around
Quack
Quack
Quack
Categories:
discomforts, community, destiny, earth, leadership,
Form:
Narrative
We Look For Holy Moments,
And In Looking, Overlook
Moments Blessed And
Filled With Things
From Mountains We Once Shook.
Small Events Unfolding,
Each One Smaller, Briefer Still.
As Cavernous Creases
We Call Brains,
Migrations Fill.
Spark-lit Seconds
Speak For Us
While Destiny Darkens Past.
Pointing And Branched
With Lightning Flare
To Futures Guided, Where
We May Draw Away
Or Follow Our Natural Inclination
Through Your Waveless Spray.
Shotgunning Every Now
Somehow;
To Cast
Bigger Pictures,
Brighter Futures,
Holy Moments Blended,
Bending To Form
Crooked Sutures.
Aye,
Care Not Weary One
Traveler And Father To All.
Mind’s Eye Behemoth,
Where In Grains
As In Pearls
Do You Lie;
Barbaric And Windswept,
Dressed
In White Collared Time,
Grafted And Stylized;
With
Only Your
Teacups Remaining.
Your Grin, No Repast,
Discomforts All.
Bears The Stain,
Of The Holy Moments Gain.
Slanted Slivers
Of Hanging Pictures,
A Youth With Glasses Scanning
Hills Of Gifted Summer’s Passion,
Pages Each In Need Of Fanning.
Now,
With Hallowed And Bellowed Tear,
You Will Steer
Amongst Those Mighty
Many Memories
Of Futures Past.
This You Give Us,
Single Sight.
The Now Of Every Thought To Last:
A Day That Ends In Night
Categories:
discomforts, father, father son, for
Form:
Rhyme