Best Heavy Poems
Dare We Beat Evil With Truth And A Heavy Sledge
Fresh rain pounded out cleaning again our Mother earth
above squirrels chattering for all they are worth
what matters is in this life we simply obey
do our very best and sometimes we kneel to pray
for guidance and follow the dear heaven-sent light
develop fully our brains to see with true sight
see glittering stars above, know our God is love
face off squarely and with heart deal world's push and shove
such gives us dear Lord's blessings and truth to walk straight
walk proud as we live, remember it's not too late
share our happiness with family and our friends
with conviction know Heaven be ours in the end.
Dare we beat evil with truth and a heavy sledge.
With our faith know wisdom and truth gives us the edge.
Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
Oct. 27th, 1979, age 25
Hold on tight
A journey begins
Not in the crowded city streets
A journey of high mountains
as close to heaven
that you think you can catch the stars
Pack your backpack with sad thoughts
Upwards ... the bag is heavy
I will hold you in your hand
Stop ... take a deep breath
Your journey has begun
Proud high mountains suddenly makes the backpack a little lighter
Follow your feet forward
The air is crisp and fresh
Even if you are tired
Lower your shoulders
I'll teach you to dance on the sparkling snow
Our goal is the top
The backpack feels lighter
Do not give up - we will reach our peak
Heavy thoughts erased
Abrasions and tired feet
Satisfaction - a major force
The goal is reached ... you won
Dance in the sparkling snow ... catch your star
The backpack is empty
The whole world is at your feet
21.05.2014
A-L Andresen :)
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This heavy guilt weighing on me,
Like too many leaves on a little tree
Covered in rain from a sky that poured
I hurt a person who I adored
If I could have just let things be,
Then maybe he could now run free
Instead he stands numb with a silent plea
My actions, once sweet, are now deplored
This heavy guilt
He and I, once we
Now like locks without a key
The distance so great we could never ford
But his name still on my heart is scored
I wonder if the world can see
This heavy guilt
so there I was hanging out
between the door jam
in between the
crack and sunlight
hoping to grow like the skinny weed
trying to break free of the concrete
to be better for whoever
or worse
but lost that diamond ring actually now
pushing daisies back up
to the sixth floor window somewhere
between the street below and hell if I know
I had carried that mountain for you
wrapped in a big ole lazy bow
and waded for you in heavy splendor
until that day you came home
carrying that poem
and said that I should
plant my own flowers
because you had found
another rose
One must imagine Sisyphus’s
boulder, marble-sized these days
And Ozymandias’ plaque,
spinning despair into praise
Look on, ye hypocrites,
and sneer at my undoing
Your universe is a giant sandpit,
entropy accruing
Their legacies long crumbled,
eroded by rust
Gods built the wrong way,
on scaffolds of dust
Virtue or vice register
equally the same
Except between stars,
there’s space for one more grain
Down here, we clock in daily,
stack hours like prayer
Worship strong Wi-Fi,
evangelize on thin air
Imagine heavenly echoes,
because the silence isn’t fair
Some develop connection,
others a thousand-yard stare
Our Earth splits naturally,
along seismic lines
Greenwich claims centre stage,
only for the meantime
Sisyphus, still aching,
gets an epidural at last
But only in hindsight,
for his hump blocks the past
Redrawn are our own lines,
watchtowers in the sand
Sketching new borders,
carving up the promised land
Exhume ancient treasure,
and black, viscous stuff
Addicted to all things buried,
as if our dead weren’t enough
Still we write blindly,
tracing glyphs already faded
Helps lift the mood
when depressed and jaded
Gods stand on shaky ground,
myth holds them together
In schisms that bind billions,
then sever forever
Oh, look on—ye poet
Sisyphus now rolls his eyes
He’s seen the apps, wars,
hoodies, and cable ties
His hamster wheel’s a meme
for gods who merely try
Small wonder he mutters,
at least Ozymandias gets to die
And sometimes I pray to gods,
or maybe their ghosts
About versions of me
I’ve been missing the most
They don’t directly answer,
but do leave this guess
In the end, to keep on rolling
may be my passing success
By David Kavanagh
perhaps it is the glacier
never how deep the
ocean's moving
an icy bulge like a fist
at sea, or within as
her rocking
where this red skylight sinks
too long the sundown stays
it's so close to touching light
underneath
~maybe the glacier falls~
first
~or is the melt before the fall~
cold, broken thirst
Heavy heart hears,
Ink invokes ire;
Dance deeply dear,
Expose empire.
Hurl hurry's horse,
Expose empty;
Ask apt applause,
Voice vanity;
Yield yonder yes.
Hide hopeless husk,
End each express;
Air aligns ask,
Rust reaps refill;
Thrust troubles thrill.
Leon Enriquez
13 December 2014
Singapore
My heart is heavy...
heavy with memories of your booming laughter
your mischievous twinkling eyes
and your engaging banter
My heart is heavy...
heavy with hope
that this is not the end
that I'll see you again
in that sweet never ending day
My heart is heavy...
heavy with love
love for my father's brother
my second father
a man of faith
dedication
and service
My heart is heavy...
heavy with sorrow
heavy with a subdued joy
for death is not the end...
not for those who believe
those who grieve
will be comforted....
My heart is heavy...
heavy with the promise
of resurrection morn
where I will see you
not bedridden
not lost in Alzheimer's confusion
but young and strong
remade in His image
My heart is heavy...
My heart is light...
"O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?" (I Corinthians 15: 55-57)
The righteous perish,
and no one takes it to heart;
the devout are taken away,
and no one understands
that the righteous are taken away
to be spared from evil.
2 Those who walk uprightly
enter into peace;
they find rest as they lie in death. (Isaiah 57: 1 & 2)
When top-heavy Trudy went drinking
She noticed the men were all blinking
Her low neckline falling
Dear Lord, it’s appalling
That Trudy’s own “three eyes” were winking
*Written June 11, 2014
A Curtain of Rain
By Valerie D. Staton
A curtain of rain
Fell from graphite colored sky…
Cars are floating by
Suddenly
when melancholy arrived,
she engraved the words 'sad'
deep into my manic mind.
Then abandoned me in
a pit of sinister silence.
Who turned out the lights
inside the moon?
Now the horizon looks like tar
and the voices become louder.
Every morning is a miserable melody
in this malady of heavy sighs.
I strum the invisible strings
of my mourning mandolin,
but they keep on weeping
in a chilling refrain,
as each note cuts deeper.
Now my bed is like a crimson river,
soaking in stains of regret,
as daggers of stubbornness,
stab like unspoken words.
These tears taste so acidic.
Eyes feel saggy with dark circles,
like droopy, decaying flowers and
I don't know if I'm tired
or aging too quickly,
so they remain closed.
Time ticks too slowly,
as I remain in stillness,
with a hollow cocoon heart.
Its shell full of cracks,
waiting for happiness to
knock on the door.
In the mirror of life, how we think, speak and write
paves a journey that's heavy or light
So we must become mindful of words every day
Then our lives will be happy and flow the right way
I feel quiet; most serene-
the rage that swells in me subsides...
Limpid dreams and silent streams
(Eden scenes and sleepy tides)
Tranquil themes, untroubled times-
patient, placid, peaceful Minds.
Unruffled rest, sedated crest;
Reconciled determined Rhymes
fill my brain with calming cleanse;
focused thoughts through laser lens.
Cool, collected directed pens-
From the Heart my poems stem.
RoseAnn Malone resolved to lose weight.
She made a list of foods to forsake.
She did well 'till week four
eating more than before.
Airlines had to bill her at the freight rate.
Seems like dark
clouds are following us
Let the torrents
come down
We'll survive!
As water strikes
our garden
The earth and roots
devours it
Life springs forth
after shadows have
passed
Our little star
will continue
to shine
on though the
night
There will be
movement
of the wheel of
fate
When we are cleansed by the
rain
Then we can
begin anew
Letting the breezes
caress us
We'll continue onwards
darkness, rain
and ill fortune
may come
but we shall grow
and prosper in spite
of it
We'll lift up our
arms
to embrace the world
Laugh once more
as spring rains
continue to fall