Best Forsaken Poems
Don’t leave me here alone with my thoughts
entangled,
ensnared
wedged,
caught
The roaring whispers
the screeching silent shouts
Please stay a while longer
My soul is crying out
Thoughts
they're racing
they're playing
tumbling through my mind
Silence
absconded
misplaced
I cannot find
Peace
be still
I will seek thee
Do not leave
For
jealousy
suspicion
paranoia
disbelief
My thoughts
they lie
they steal
they cheat
corruption
deception
fraud
dishonesty
Reasoning
plays coy
Sanity
has
forsaken me?
I’m lost in a field of forsaken flowers,
counting crestfallen stars…
and as the lavender moon ascends
to rinse away cold kohl tears~
I call your name in soft cadence,
pondering, will you ever hear me?
When I try to look back, it hurts to start
A mother I was now in continual broken heart
In the innocence of that Sunday quietly shopping away
When my thoughts to humanity go in angered astray
One minute he held my hand, the next he was gone
In suspended silence I float amidst stared public throng
Questions through confusion as to where I stood last
Still feeling his hand, that loving maternal grasp
Lights became brighter, louder were the voices
Still confusion abounds in sporadic lost choices
Who could have taken him, where has he gone
So many voices not singing the same song
Continually I dream about these words you've just read
To the end of my days I can't think of him dead
"(Two roads) diverged in a yellow wood and I choose the one less traveled by and that has made all the difference.”
Quote by - Robert Frost
Forsaken Temptation
I saw two signposts when out walking one day
One said “Paradise” and the other “Please Stay”
Should I walk with hope toward my envision
would that be making a wrongful decision.
Pathway to paradise in my mind foreseen
Enthralling flowers and trees, bridges o’er streams
Bright rainbow and bluebirds adorning the sky
A scene once narrated in a lullaby.
The ‘Please Stay’ signpost tugged upon my heartstrings
Bringing back memories of all kinds of things
Some of them golden, some coming with regret
A combination of the life I have lead.
I had a dream of what paradise would be
Somewhere all who dwelled there did so contently
Where hallowed love's the alluring incitement
The surroundings an enchanting enticement.
Soon came time to sort the complex of my mind
Was my lifestyle something I could leave behind
Standing with tears slivering down from my eyes
I solemnly asked the Lord to be my guide.
The decision I made was that I must stay
Where I was needed by each night and each day
All it took was some divine mediation
My salvation was forsaken temptation.
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Take it.
Take it and throw it away.
It will never be the same anyway.
A hole.
A hole in my chest.
Ragged, raw and hollow.
The pain.
The pain is so intense, I'm numb.
It's a struggle to get through the day.
My bed.
My bed is my refuge.
If only I could stay here forever.
Do I?
Do I get up and pretend it doesn't hurt?
Maybe they'll all buy it.
Can't breathe.
Can't breathe when I remember.
That smile, that embrace I miss fiercely.
Were we?
Were we really happy?
Maybe I imagined it all.
Cast aside.
Cast aside with no reason.
I can't do this anymore, Love is Pain.
Forgotten lie the graves of the forsaken,
long unremembered, strangled
by the grasses of neglect.
Misbegotten, forever mute they fester,
worm-mingled, mercy less,
with no vestige of respect.
Pandemonium inside my own head
Disorder and chaos leave me for dead
My brain feels like mush and my legs feel like lead
My heart is too heavy so I cry out instead
An inmate at the mercy of the devil’s old throne
I’m a prisoner trapped in a storm of my own
A cancer of the mind that I can feel in my bones
It’s the worst kind of feeling that I’ve ever known
My soul is exhausted but my mind will not rest
Reaching for air but stones fill up my chest
A hurricane of noise from the east to the west
Have I been forsaken or is this just a test?
Trying to ground myself like an unrooted tree
Swimming in a current, I’ve been swept out to sea
Fighting an endless war where the enemy is me
I pray we stop fighting..
Will the darkness set me free?
Forsaken Love
Dear lover, why hast thou forsaken me
my miserable life now cut in shreds
If only thee had instead set me free
love, no longer sharing our silkened beds
To what ending hath thou denied my love
with darkness cast into our sadden souls
Once our future sailed on so far above
any lost, mundane and unworthy goals
There were eternal sparkles in your eyes
touching that declareth our loving so true
Now blackness clouds into our lost skies
crying, my heart breaks into missing you!
How sad! That you dwelleth within the dark
Letting deceit erase our loving spark.
Robert J. Lindley, 11-15-2015
Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 100
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(1.)hast
hast/
archaic second person singular present of have.
(2)hath
hath/
archaic third person singular present of have.
(3)thou
thou/
You may have been told that "thou" and "thee" were for familiar use, and "you" and "ye" were
formal. This was not true originally, but it was true for about two centuries, roughly 1450-1650,
including Shakespeare's time. The previously plural "you" was used in the singular to signify
politeness and respect, which left "thou" and "thee" for all the other singular uses, ranging
from endearing intimacy to bitter rudeness. Eventually, the politer "you" drove out nearly all
uses of "thee" and "thou"; they survived mostly in poetry and religion.
(4)dwelleth - Wiktionary
https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/dwelleth
dwelleth. (archaic) third-person singular simple present indicative form of dwell [quotations ?].
1611, Bible (Authorized, or King James, Version), Romans 8:11:.
(5)Declareth dictionary definition | declareth defined
www.yourdictionary.com/declareth
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Verb. (archaic) Third-person singular present simple form of declare. Origin. declare + -eth.
English Wiktionary. Available under CC-BY-SA license
When I call for You
And You turn Me away
Why hath' thou forsaken thee
When I am so all alone
And blood runs cold
Lord God
Why Hath thou
Forsaken thee
Is thy wicked way
The path from all sin
- or -
My frustration
A catalyst
From which I pretend
Why must I pretend
Lord God'
Why must I pretend
Gary Fields
Poet/Author
From: "The Cross"
Xlibris Pub.
Rev. (Rev. NOV2013)
Book #106627
I am restored,
nothing more to break.
Even through my division,
nothing more to move.
As I rise, through the ashes,
this whole world must fade.
For these are the words i cry.
I will take back,
all that is mine.
My passion will be my bond,
no more will I live in flesh.
I will be forever faithful,
with no more fear.
No more wasted days,
and I will not be
forsaken.
In the night within the silent darkness
Cried a fallen angel,
From the waves of the wind soaring from afar
There he rose from the ground below; hopelessly.
Known to him was only pain,
As he came from beyond the borders of sadness
Still dared fear, thence uttering of patience,
He became the sole beneficiary of his faith,
Carrying his dreams on his dropped shoulders
Evidently, his were the tears of a forsaken orphan.
He derived from a land of broken dreams
Riding on the horns of hopes all demised
Hoping to be a trustee of your ears
As he fears your heart already despises him
Unknown to thee, has he a strength greater for his frame
Thus he refused to carry himself pitifully
Through the strife he dragged his feet
And lonely cold nights hardened his skin
So you listen to these eastern winds blow, and hear the echo,
Of those distant cries as he sheds tears of a forsaken orphan.
Deprived as he is; the protector of his dreams
He who isn't here to live for centuries
Just a mark of his own is all he needs
A stain of good fortune that he seek to leave
In the memories of those who follow him
Spoken in tones. notes on a board
Nay! not his name in shining lights
He beseeches you for a silent place to weep
Those sentiments in his head, in tones that might not soothe
For they will be the last tears of a forsaken orphan.
In the frozen arms of the old oak tree
A rustic birdhouse perches
Snow covered, forsaken
2/3/13
For Rick Parise's Kimo contest.
forsaken bethel
past spoken sermons echoes
bearer of lost souls
By:Eve Roper 6/27/2015
Bird’s wings flattering
High in the snowy sky
Mist covered forsaken cry
Jayaratne Weerakkody
One do not seek what brightness cannot reach
And one do not speak what words cannot preach
And not a class of his own has rights of one's speech
So shall rightness be gain to each of his own beseech.
To be of innocent reasoning, a soulful cannot deny
What words of heart and deeds of rights can comply
And so to one's joy of cry, to another a tearful decry
And to what it may seem, many have tried but gone awry.
So to say forth, a character shall never do
To seek of matters where it shan't be accrue
A forsaken wisdom we livings threw
And what to not hold is a challenge to not redo.