Best Dishearten Poems
Dishearten me if that is your will
I have seen countless others dance in your shadows
Abandoned, alone within your grasp
Bested through your touch
Exhausted they fell
Too tired to two-step to the beat of their own hearts
Empathetic eyes closing before me for one last time
Silence replacing their laughter
I remember all too well
Have you come for me now?
Alas! I will not dance and fall to your touch!
Twirl around with the thoughts in my mind
Entertain yourself with my childhood pain
You etched those memories there
Obnoxious thief that you are
Unhand me, I don't care to dance
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Let someone's light shine everywhere,
darkness must not prevail when hope becomes
the candle that flickers waiting to die,
but somewhere a rising voice sings
and makes pretty roses bloom and butterflies fly:
come out of your hiding and dare
to defy anyone who doesn't care!
Like most of us, you have gone through hell,
beaten your chest, and cried from pain and dire:
isn't it time to make amends and restore inner peace?
Put love first and listen to the sweet sound of a bell,
when harmony is missing: life becomes a sky without geese...
a meadow without flowers, a face without a smile!
Let someone's light shine everywhere, let it scatter
shadows that hide every star insight, and the nocturnal visions
we seek in surrealistic dreams not limiting our fantasy;
if Earth is our home, let's live here peacefully...
caring for others and taking care of each other.
Nobody must be neglected, even without possessions;
derelicts can fill up their paper bags without revenues...
don't look at their worn-out clothes that resemble rags
and might tell us a pitiful tale, let's consider their values!
Like many who have put their ultimate faith in trustworthy people
and got disappointed, they show anger, discontent, and mistrust;
when all else fails, you have God to rely upon: he's your last resort,
He will not dishearten you but make you strong and not tumble!
The Plea, Heal Me After All That I Have Been Through
You a heavenly body. So sweet
Your kisses would make this heart skip a beat,
Paying you adoration, shall be a great treat,
Since that summer, time and love have both flown
Your tender heart knows not how I have grown,
And my past ways now do truly disown,
Among winter's weeping and dying leaves
Lives a broken soul that so deeply grieves,
Its prayers begging from above, reprieves,
Now that days too oft resembles dark nights
Moon balks, refusing to alter its sights,
My darkness absolute, I cry for lights,
You a true goddess so wondrously made
To see again, anything I would trade,
Alas! Pray I your image will not fade,
Your exaltation, weeping spirit weaves
From dreams of touch that never deceives,
For greatest of hope, this mortal believes,
Good things come to he who faithfully waits
begging love's rewards, not tempting dark Fates,
to deny true love again before the Pearly Gates,
O' goddess, mercy please return to me
Without you I am as a dying tree,
A ship in a dark and deserted sea,
Look upon this wretched dishearten man
For truth in your love restore if you can,
Holding you once more, has been my plan,
These many decades heart has deeply bled
Holding memories of our nights instead,
Now abandoned I feel entombed and dead,
Return your love lost before I perish
For no other beauty do I cherish,
End my torment that is so nightmarish,
Let true romance gift us our love anew
In heaven's light, be we wedded as two,
Heal me after all that I have been through,
You a heavenly body. So sweet
Your kisses would make this heart skip a beat,
Paying you adoration, shall be a great treat,
R.J. Lindley, November 9- 1979
Tripled Rhymes,
( Words cast from a shattered soul and broken heart )
Note:
This dark into a torn apart heart eats
birthing ravages from deep epic defeats
as day and night hurl grief as falling pain
and I seek that no mortal can attain!
Ubi amor vere mortuis resurrectionem non esse?
Witches fly on their broomsticks so very rough
Flying past the full moon that is bright tonight
Over the haunted house that’s daunted and tough
Where a great jack-o-lantern lies bringing fright
Lit to dishearten those who look on its soul
Making life harder, letting tears take their toll
Witch swiftly swoops down cackling with gloomy glee
Taking all by surprise, her they didn’t see
Russell Sivey
Nothing to dishearten if things go astray
Not get scared if your life is in disarray
It gets better and better as time passes by
Many such trials are bound to fade away.
Facing the unpleasant without any dismay
Is the best way to get through the tragedy?
Things fall in places surely and positively
This then offers no reason to worry truly.
Remember change as nature’s philosophy
Nothing remains in life as a true constancy
Fear no more of any impending eventuality
That surely pushes one ahead sans timidity.
Do not be worried by happenings unpleasant
Believe the maxim that nothing is permanent
He only gains surely who can stand and wait
With a firm trust in the above captioned tenet.
Happenings are unavoidable and inescapable
Brooding over them makes one vulnerable
To despondency which is indeed deplorable
Action with serenity is vital which is laudable.
All said and done, know that destiny operates
We are but tools used by a mighty controller
HE plans in great wisdom the chain of events
HE makes things happen that happen for good.
SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL & UPLIFTING – PRAISE, WORSHIP, & PRAYER
There is no reason to be down and out.
The sun still shines in the sky when raindrops.
Smile now because this is your time to pop.
We really want to hear your thoughts about…
Life love joy rapture pleasure thrills bliss blessed
There is cause to be irrefutable.
You know the heights of life uplift others.
Happiness esteems and solidifies.
Each time you strive, you find that the world thrives.
Uplift life elevate mind and inspire…
There is purpose to take on; therefore,
Give heart to another and cheer to the
dishearten. Raise spirits to encourage
deification of our creator through praise.
Mother Earth is our celestial orbit.
Peace seekers we are in spirit and truth.
Love and harmony is for all dwellers.
Let us join on native topography.
Hold hands sing from the voice of the patriot
Scale the endless strife of diversity
To meander in our conflicting journeys
So that our life is a religious hub,
Which brings forth faith in the omnipotent.
The crux of our essence edifies soul.
Elucidation is magnetic force
Mesmerizing all the people involved.
We shout in our synagogues worship
Via life force, which is cognizance.
Oration heard from the heights of trouble.
Just a closer walk with God was words voiced.
A proclamation so great, tears came forth.
I know the Lord exclaimed the choir from the
balcony while others were praying in
the aisles. Oh Lord have mercy on me.
There was no doubt that salvation was there.
The expression was that the Holy Ghost
had entered. Utterance of faith is with
all. An enduring completed through the
works of God. How were the burdens taken
to a place of repost? The Lord keeps me
safe and warm. Through veneration and
extol, prayer; praise; and worship heartens all.
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PENNED JUNE 28, 2014!
Written for a those who seek a greater determination....
I also loved Ginny, Edgar.
Though mine is an imagined love
It’s nonetheless deeper than yours.
When I recite “Annabel Lee”
Every salty-breeze line I taste
As you did when you composed them;
Each grief-stricken line I feel
As you felt those many years ago
When you wrote those dishearten lines:
“That a wind came out of a cloud
By night/chilling and killing [our]
Annabel Lee” I must give pause…
For each time I read them, I find
My heart seemingly beside her
in that sepulcher by the sea.
A young fallen dishearten
father slowly plucked the
yellow rose from off
the bush to take to
his young son's grave,
to morn each day
for this young child
that was taken from
him so early, is more
than this man can take
only thing that keeps
him going is someday
they will meet again
up there in glory land,
until then he will place
a yellow rose on
this lonely grave
each day, until
the roses are all
gone.
Written 6-30-11
SAY AMEN!
Sometimes the world tries to come in with confusion and
misconceptions but the hand of God is seen and the world disappears.
When the soul becomes dishearten, and spirit lies heavy within, I am in the
Lord’s hands.
You may watch to see my steps hindered.
You may wish all bad things.
However, through the grace of God, my path will not alter.
I will claim the victory.
I was told by a great woman if the Lord is for you the world cannot cause you
any harm.
This woman past long ago but I continue to hear her words.
A treacherous journey I have travel to affirm the work of God.
I have many roles to partake to form via his commandments.
Life is not to be a manifestation of ill will.
The Lord is my vestibule when I am tested in faith.
I find this passageway.
In solace, he comforts me and provides succor.
In prayer, I worship.
Never a defeated purpose is found even when sylphs are broken.
I am faithful to the knowledge of knowing that I am being consoled by
Jehovah.
Emphatic is internal dialogue.
Unequivocal, is the Messiah in his leadership.
The Holy Scripture, as inscribed by his prophets and apostles, is dictum that
guides in anything.
Peace be unto you this day.
Believe in a greater determination and pray.
Worship the Lord Almighty through a righteous way.
At all times, give God the praise.
Say Amen!
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PENNED ON AUGUST 10, 2014!
A quest for power is a quest of faith.
The mythology states rank is gave.
An empty mind lacks the ability to form hate.
Insofar, what is the maxima that sake?
The drink of the Greek and Roman gods, nectar
Cause a religious uproar, wretchedness
A Trojan prince and warrior killed by Achilles, Hector
The impression made, etchings
Just paint a tale of two countries.
In mentality, one devises a plan.
War fulfills with strategy and plumbs.
An army cannot campaign with only one man.
So greatness, erected
A Trojan champion, slain
Hector falls, dejected
Mythological stated to be, intimidated
Strategy in war is to dishearten.
To achieve disparage, he was killed.
The Trojan War illustriously removes rank and smarts.
Hector was Trojan prince and the greatest warrior ever lived.
Greek is the mythology.
The Trojans are in battle.
In the Trojan War, Achilles took Hector life and his part.
The significant maxim is righteousness was earned.
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PENNED ON AUGUST 07, 2014!
Endeavor so hard as Swot analysis,
Paved my path in dishearten crisis,
From cradle to the grave,
Confront delusion world with simple naive,
Loosed all my knight ness and habit of brave,
Contemptful life spent with no asset save,
Rhyme of my odes provoke no sound of clave,
Always remained in darkest hidden cave,
Words of apathy induce no wave,
Ravage all my thoughts, of which I crave,
Enthusiastically write hard for fave,
But, People considered me not more then a knave.
Written By
M. Shahid.H Chouhdry
BROKEN
Broken clouds, bring down rain !
Broken grain, sprouts into grains !
Broken hearts get restored !
Broken items, get mended !
Broken soil, produce crop !
Broken bread, fed five thousand !
Do not get dishearten over brokenness !!!
Nodding off in my dilapidated easy chair; a soft gentle knock on the door
Stand and stagger to answer it; I kick an empty beer can across the floor.
Bleary eyed I look through the peek hole, I don’t see anyone there.
Slowly I turn towards the LIVING ROOM , shaking my finger in my ear.
The noise startled me : TAP TAP TAP that’s all I could hear.
Do I answer the door , or go get a cold beer.
I turn back around ( I’m getting dizzy ) the door I quickly open wide.
A dishearten young girl, nine maybe ten; three days dirt on her face:
I CRIED
( to be continued )
No one wants to wait for time
Just go and tell you are mine,
No one knows then what to say
But who knows, it could be your memorable day.
No one fears but love could be a fear
Then who is in love someday could fall in tear,
No one cares when you are dishearten,
But who knows, it is love it could come again.
No one stand to stand to say
Just do it what could be your pray,
Just listen to your heart only once,
You could then see love at a glance.
No one fails to fall in love
Yet this journey sometimes left with thought
No one thinks but I think love is game,
But who knows, I too fell in love when I dreamt her with my name.
Dated: 16/03/2001
Each day is a test, we must give always our best
At times we are so dishearten, but we've never seen the rest
We painted different colors everyday
Red, blue, yellow, but at most white and gray
Each day is a trial, we often collide with betrayal
Parents who don't care to call, friends who are not loyal
We always pray, for us to get bump to a better day
Lovely and pretty, not like this a life that is full pity
Each day is a class, a lesson to trust
A teacher at his greatest, a handbook that is finest
It'll get better someday, if only we'll learn from the best
Else, we will not able to see the rest...