Best Heavy As Lead Poems

Rein in those opportunities to criticize
Think of all the good things to be said
Remember to see through others’ eyes.

Or sometimes simply resort to sighs.
In disagreement, merely shake your head
Rein in those opportunities to criticize.

Be a bigger person, even if you must disguise
Displeasures weighing on you...

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A muffled voice barely audible
his words are ice
cold enough to freeze the warmest heart
My Heart
As heavy as lead
slowly drowning me
pulling me into a never ending abyss
Darkness
Silence
Emotions
my own madness taking control
surrounded by my own desperation 
the more I struggle 
the more I become the rusty weather...

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There's a pounding in my head
My feet feel as heavy as lead
There's no point in explaining 
I just keep on contemplating... complaining...

This throbbing in my heart 
Might just tear me apart
This horrid feeling in my stomach
Might be butterflies, fluttering in a pack...
There's quite a few...

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When wracked with suff'ring even more,
     I all alone bemoan my fate,
as one who drowns in sorrows sore
     which harm, harass, and maul his state.

Aggrieved for what feels like forever,
     I trouble God...

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Liverpool

When night ends, the fog begins
Heavy as lead!
Shrouding the town:
Once grand
And home of grandeur.
The grand mansions
of old times!
Now in ruins: off white!
Harboring the ghosts of 
The grandeur!
Who would have lived in a house 
Like this?
My mind wanders;
The eye of my mind 
Looking through the silver...

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Andrea Dietrich Broke My Heart


                     Andrea Dietrich  took the hammer and broke my heart
          ...

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As night falls swiftly; no respite for a heart can be found 
She dares not invoke sleep, so she paces the floor in silence 
For to fall asleep would mean, a revisit of that dreadful dream
Ominous clouds cover the moon, carried on by rushing winds...

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The nation is thrown into grief.
Our national flag is flying at half mast.
Everyone is wearing a sack cloth.
The dangling axe fell on us.
And the mighty has fallen.
Our hearts are filled with dread,
And our eyes as heavy as lead.
Nigeria, Africa’s number one soccer nation, 
Has been...

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I thought I was dreaming when my wife said
"Darling a monkey you've got on your head"
I laughed and I said" Have you had a tot"
"I'm not joking" she said "And no I have not". 

We had a few stares as we walked along
And thought to...

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Hole in the Wall…

I feel like crawling back into the hole
Back in time, back in space
Into realms of no emotion
When feeling is lost on an expressionless face
I want to run, just never stop running
Away from here, anywhere
Anywhere away from this place, nowhere at all…

We are...

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It Slithered
By Linda Hays-Gibbs

Darkness caressed it. I heard it before 
I saw a piece of it, a bit?
Black & shinny
But so, so cold
It froze the air 
my thoughts said it Exquisitely tiny but
It was unafraid, bold
To come so near Suddenly
Panicking in fear
My heart tearing up...

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An  illegitimate child of advanced technology we are told
That acquired the potency to destroy our health and gold
As you pack your stuff and ready to go
The world has reason to be happy once more and glow

As we continue to debate and bury our dead
Let...

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This poem still mine
Heavy as lead they say
For me alone too weighty
You too have to share it
So take and keep
The piece of your choice.
It is the birth of my baby:
Labour pain in deserted oasis.


I scamper and caper on the hot sand
Chanting my memories of real...

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The Shadow


The shadow 

It creeps, slithering down my chest

Before cracking it open

And laying down to rest

Insecurity wells up 

Along with tears

Shameful,

Grief stained 

I submit to my fears

Struggling to hide

What grasps on tight

I cast my self into the night

The sea lies flat, black and still

Infused with...

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Could the air we breathe be seeds of anxiety?
Winter flowers bloom in diamond breeze. 
Watery eyes searching for handout charity.
To form a habit with the cold and sneeze. 

Bittersweet social scene for this moment,
when we are forced to suspend activities. 
We couldn’t have predicted this...

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