Best Heavy Laden Poems
Within her frail shell, death abides
through the final hours, I remain by her side
fearing a forsaken place of webs that lie in rows
of haggard fields where everything forbidden grows
surrounded by caverns of mortal's deserted bones
she faintly whispered, "I want to go home"
Death awakens the wandering soul, affliction steps away
vanishing through corridors numbered by years of pain
yet, illuminates all delightful wanderings in between
eternity tugs at her robe to calm the heavy laden breaths
into softer mournful moans, she'll acquiesce
Within a midst of welcoming hosts rapt in lucent haze, hallowed air
transcends her delicate last breath, then earthly slumber ends
her requiem, immersed through immortal gates
never to be cast into a cold stone grave
Karen Anglesey 4/29/13
Categories:
heavy laden, death, faith, mother,
Form:
Rhyme
Shadows will absorb burdens of death’s hour
where the brightest lights reach, touching my soul,
and I’ll follow, a choreographed stroll
through time, feeling love’s eternal shower.
While the heartbroken grieve and angels sing,
Death will come at night and shine like morning.
The last breath drawn will be deepest, journeys
new with all the love I have ever known.
My father, leading by the hand, will show
truest joys, reuniting family.
While the heartbroken grieve and angels sing,
Death will come at night and shine like morning.
When darkest thoughts of death come to my mind
and tears, heavy-laden, fall from my eyes,
clouds may gather but not for days gone by.
I may cry for cherished souls left behind.
While the heartbroken grieve and angels sing,
Death will come at night and shine like morning.
Written 12/5/14
Received HM in Death Shadow Contest
Categories:
heavy laden, death, faith, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Haiku #13,005-13,010.......................................Light and Love Illuminates
One resolution
Smart measure, full screen intake
Trinity means love.
From morn till night, light
Soft potent gems beckon us
Main ingredient, love.
Nutrition is gem
Light, airy rejuvenates
Strong ever ready.
Old friend is light weight
As jogger I'll glide through air
Steel stole feather's joy.
I feel glow of light
Frame pictures of healing light
Silent New Year's gift.
A heavy laden gut
The weight of a heavy heart
All time thief of our joy.
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Categories:
heavy laden, abuse, best friend, blessing,
Form:
Haiku
Sometimes I wonder where we would be
had Cain not slain his brother.
Would we all be feasting in the Garden of Eden,
sharing its promise with each other?
Sometimes I ponder the light of a new day
when I wake in the early morning.
Does it make the world a better place,
when we wake to a city in mourning?
Sometimes I dream of a world so pure
it makes me feel higher than high.
Can our points of view be so distorted,
that we must make the innocent die?
Sometimes I wish life was simple
like the games we as children play.
Must our hearts be so heavy laden with hate,
that we see killing as the only way?
Sometimes I feel lost and alone
as if there were no place for me to be.
When will we make peace with each other,
to assure all men can sleep peacefully?
Sometimes I only want to awaken
and get myself out of this trance.
Then I finally realize that I am fully awake,
and say a prayer for the people of France.
Categories:
heavy laden, confusion, feelings, grief, humanity,
Form:
Rhyme
The moon hung red in the sky,
too heavy for the sky to uphold
she leaned against the rooftops;
the stars glittered in fear about her.
I walked beneath her heavy laden form
and my lips formed words, whispering,
a silent prayer. In my hand I held a book,
from it I sang to the moon;
like the coyote in the night, I sang.
Words of the ancients escaped my tongue
in songs of healing, songs of hope.
Was I selfish to not want the moon to depart yet?
For it was her celestial body
that had first given me hope all those nights ago.
I spilled words from my mouth in the form of song.
They sky was pregnant with her form.
Red and old she watched me, eyes solemn.
I sang through the night
giving her the hope she once gave to me
and slowly her form retreated
back into the heavens.
The moon hung yellow in the sky,
too heavy to be crowded by clouds
she leaned over stars
who glittered quietly with her in the night.
Categories:
heavy laden, dedication, imaginationhope, moon, sky,
Form:
Free verse
THE BLOSSOMS OF HOME
Heaven must be this sweet -
Old Pilikov across the street,
The Schillings there along the shore,
Apple trees just outside door.
In the softness of lush pink shade
My children grew and played
With their heavy laden giant blooms
And inhaled their pure perfumes.
To start each day in blossom,
In display perfect and fulsome,
Spread low over my transom -
Is surely life in heaven’s bosom.
Categories:
heavy laden, family
Form:
Couplet
In the days of yore, our hearts bore;
the burdens of that heavy laden heart.
Now, for His love, our hearts are joyful all the day.
It making merriment with play because of "Jesus."
He, whom had that old "heart of stone" rolled away.
Declaring this forever, the “Lord Jesus,” that His angels did
move that "heavy stone" at the tomb for we to view at the
end of the third day. This being the brightest of all Sundays.
For this we say, “Holy, Hallelujah and Hurray.”
Past and present renewed, future is fully realized
and time now is no more.
The Bible scriptures has extolled and foretold:
of a future with glorious beautiful heavenly abodes.
Past and present renewed, future is fully realized
and time now is no more.
The Bible scriptures has extolled and foretold:
of a future with glorious light and beautiful heavenly abodes.
Jesus, the blessed hope, to all His disciples as scribed and told.
Categories:
heavy laden, appreciation, bible, christian, god,
Form:
Free verse
The sky, heavy-laden with curdled black clouds,
Burst wide open, and all night long it rained.
It pitter-pattered on the panes,
And rattling on the slanting roofs.
It churned the dry soil to a pulp,
Overflowed the dusty gutters.
It drove the people from the streets,
And moaned amongst the houses.
'Twas but a fluke, a summer storm
Lightning snaked the sky
Thunder rumbled and crashed
Instilling fear and panic in passers-by.
Soon it abated to a drizzle,
A thin mist shrouded the square.
And as the town clock struck the sixth hour
Ghostly figures ventured forth again.
Yet during all this precipitation
He trudged alone along the streets,
Rain dribbled through his matted hair
And wetted stubble on his dirty face.
It cleansed his external demeanour
From the grime of past lazy days,
It could do nothing to eradicate
The heaviness that filled his inner self.
The air was warm, and strange enough
He felt little discomfort from the rain.
The vault of heavy clouds ascended,
The breeze was gentle and fresh.
He went back to his favourite place,
The bakery shop has not yet opened,
From its cellars hot dry air
Surged up, surrounded by his whole being,
Warming him from the wet chill.
He soaked up the fragrant smell
And yearning for freshly baked bread,
A luxury he could ill afford.
And so he continued on his journey,
Alone, atoning for his past.
Hungry and desolate and chained,
Externally cleansed by the drenching rain
Until the day he'd die.
Categories:
heavy laden, lost love,
Form:
Free verse
Walk with me
along the pale green shadows that fall
on the thin and winding pathways of the wood
where all is quiet and full of growth
wet with the drops of midnight rain.
Breathe in softly,
the heavy laden air
thick and burdened by the drops.
Keep watch at every step
as large and small puddles form
that lay stationary for a moment
then flow downhill to the ponds
where the river runs cascading on the stoners.
Stop a moment
hold your place
take in the view.
Listen to the sounds
birdsong as it fades in and out the trees
wind rustling branch and leaves
where deer step and pause at their surroundings
and squirrel and chipmunk chatter in chase.
Catch the sun
slipping thru the canopy
with light rays resting in the shade.
Smell the scent wafting in the wood
where pine and honeysuckle burst on the air
and every rain drop blushes in innocent clarity
wafting across the damp wet fallen leaves
left from autumn's winter.
Walk with me
escape the hurried pace of the outer world
and submit to the marvels of nature's blessings.
Categories:
heavy laden, adventure, magic, nature,
Form:
Carpe Diem
Fallen flakes of pure white snow,
Laid to rest on sculpted stone.
Keeping their vigil; a silent duty,
A scene of strangely eerie beauty.
Bowing old trees heavy laden,
From the white touch of the Winter Maiden.
For she has made up a cold white bed,
Weaving a blanket to warm the dead.
If those passed on could rise and see,
They would truly rest in peace.
For they would know the quiet grace,
Which she has come to make this place.
Naught but names etched on stone,
Remembered, forgotten, unknown.
And Lady Winter weaves her lace,
And decorates with white on grey.
Categories:
heavy laden, beauty, death, december, grave,
Form:
Rhyme
A moonlight silhouette ... of a sleeping mountain.
A living forest ... tall trees in fullness.
Underbrush heavy laden ... a patchwork of paths.
The moon is hiding ... the stars are hiding.
The night air stays cold ... light touches of frost.
All creatures are in stillness.
Unnatural noise awakes ... mountain forest creatures flee.
Darkness astir to bright light.
Chaos tangles a forest ... tall trees and brush full of pain.
Heard by dazed small life below.
Burning light shows the horror.
Moaning, groaning, crying screams ... most are unable to move.
Few hanging in trees ... subtle movements here and there.
Bodies of living and dead ... scattering midst the debris.
Time is of no use.
Many cling to life ... many more to hope.
Desperate prayers for help.
Cold, the enemy of life ... reckoning befalls.
Heartfelt prayers for loved ones.
Devout ancestral prayers.
Many sleeping peacefully ... prayers swept to memories.
Opens a book to scriptures.
A time of Oneness.
Descendants join ancestors.
In a place far, far, away.
Five hundred twenty ... are joined with their ancient past.
The realm of a Dynasty.
Four holds on to life.
Fate chooses for you.
Categories:
heavy laden, anger, angst, anxiety, confusion,
Form:
Lyric
The great expanse of the Mississippi
just outside a sleepy little ledge-locked
town in western Wisconsin called Maiden Rock,
is where we like to picnic in October.
Above the north/south railroad tracks at a spot
overlooking the river is our favorite picnic table.
A century old working well with an ancient iron, creeky
sledge-handle provides fresh water.
Freight trains constantly rumble past in both both
directions, frantically racing against the coming winter.
The river, 3-miles wide at this stretch, surges a steady
dominoes of whitecaps down the river.
White Pelicans, with their striking long yellow bills,
huddle in vast rafts of white, just off the current, resting
and feeding on small fish, their migration only
beginning.
Barges, heavy-laden, plow south, pushed by stout
baroque tugs. Behind us, straight-up, limestone
bare bluffs tower, Bald Eagles circling lazily
alongside.
Mom likes the local handmade cheddar-brats, grilled;
on sprouted 9-grain buns with ice-cold spring
water!
the brats are spittin' sizzlin' cheddar!
time to go!
10/25/14
Categories:
heavy laden, beautiful, , western,
Form:
Lyric
I pass beneath these lovely trees
That shades me from heat’s noonday sun.
They share fresh breath with everyone.
Through quiet mouths I hear their pleas,
“Please help the earth so we can live
And in return clean air we’ll give.”
It’s up to us to plant more trees!
To our children we must relate,
They hold in their sweet hands our fate.
Our chain of life depends on these;
Heavy laden with healthy fruit
Sustained by clean soil at its root.
Survival of the honey bees,
For them to live and pollinate
Gives dire thoughts to contemplate.
As Earth’s heat rises by degrees
Our whole world’s countries must unite
To help end global warming’s plight.
We must insure we will not freeze.
With opened eyes to teach our youth
The urgent fight beyond this truth.
I pass beneath these lovely trees
Through quiet mouths I hear their pleas,
It’s up to us to plant more trees!
Our chain of life depends on these;
Survival of the honey bees,
As Earth’s heat rises by degrees
We must insure we will not freeze.
Note: This was written simply so children could comprehend.
Categories:
heavy laden, environment, tree, world,
Form:
Verse
Your eyes closed in sleep eternal, a once beating heart still.
Enduring each day’s morn, I shall suffer all my days until
I draw in my last breath and reunite with you in the stars,
to bathe in your caress once more, draped in silvery twill.
Oh, divine moon shall direct my steps on the trodden path
of heartache and spare me another lashing by death’s wrath
in the loneliest dark of night. As restless sleep comes, I dream
of heavenly breezes and the finality of time’s aftermath.
Without your presence, each heavy-laden day brings moments
of despair and flashes of blissful memories. Tearful laments
rise to Heaven and flood the ears of paradise in joyous
praise. The angels’ rejoice for you sparking my selfish torment.
Eternal breath, I beg for your welcomed visit. The hardened
earth no longer spins and cannot absorb my tears. Please, pardon
me, oh Lord. Release me from sorrow’s shackles. How I long
for the freedom to once again dance in true love’s garden.
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, 11/10/13
for Gail Angel Doyle's Eternal Breath Contest
Categories:
heavy laden, bereavement, death, lost love,
Form:
Rubaiyat
They, the blind
Heavy laden with mystery of denial
Empty of eclectic views
Yearns for Island of blinding white light.
They hate the color black
Every woman's sexy black dress
Every man's spotless black tuxedo
Every child's mem'ry of a clean blackboard.
They hate the color black
Black American history, mighty as Montenegro
Bleach cannot blot out its strength.
They hate the color black
Face the Sun!
Hold a conversation on equatorial black
Black rain clouds cleansing, hydrating, renewing.
They hate the color black
Black, the night, showing starlight
Black ink on sheets of white
Black the beginning and end of life -
They hate the color black.
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Categories:
heavy laden, appreciation, art, beauty, culture,
Form:
Free verse