Best In Pain Poems
Her reveries slant the compass of time: 1970s. Minefields now roar through blurred visions. She retreats into dots of space to live in the moment, as emotions fling to a gray sky. While curtains blow unceasingly, hours freeze. Again, love passes; leaves, while a young wife’s heart crushes in tears.
bouyant clouds wander
in the expanse of night time
to gather shadows
There is delicacy in pain. Letters from Nam change the dark of winter to a glitter of December lights. As she sets the table, the flaming candle waxes through a kitchen filled with sweets and almonds . He is the breath touching musical tones in the quiet rhythm where carols are sung together. Feeling his presence,
she regales in a lone dance of fond remembering.
pines in crimson gold
waltz across the starlight
etching mellow notes
Somehow, a woman begins to droop beside a half-closed window. In the cold of duskfall, she longs
for her soldier husband, quietly. Then wiping her cheeks, she is refreshed by those who need her, now. In a joyful play with daughter and son, Aunt Jamie finds her true north. Such is the luster of more tomorrows,
moon glimmers, dust fades
a balm of healing renews
fresh discoveries
For 1/14 2016
I wandered lonely, lost in pain
All I could do was weep,
A troubled mind, in unknown hills
With chasms, dark and deep.
I did not know which path to take
Nor which way should I go,
I was seeking guidance
A sign, so I would know.
A light appeared before me
A figure caught my eye,
"Who are you," I asked of him
"Or will you pass me by."
"Can I help my son," he said
"Have you lost you way,"
"Yes, yes I have I cried"
Was all that I could say.
"Then come and take my hand
For you must follow me,
I am the Lord, your God my son
And I shall comfort thee."
So the Lord, he took me
He became my guide,
All my fears then left me
And all my tears they dried.
I awoke anew next morning
My heart, now filled with hope,
Whatever life may bring me
The Lord will help me cope.
purified in the flame
cleansed in the rain
finding beauty in the pain
accepting the distain
of all that became
there's sincerity in shame
dim's the only pressing view
fog covers through and through
empty in the reach for you
breathing in a quaint defeat
the scent of hope's subtle retreat
familiar gloom sets on both feet
wounded spirit, rest once more
with mended wings in time you'll soar
crafted through divine weaving
these thoughts are just deceiving
your maker's form will hold
and once again you'll be made bold
purified in the flame
cleansed in the rain
finding beauty in the pain
In their dark and sunless
caverns,
in their rooms
so all alone,
Help them light
the dimmest lanterns
let them know
a friend is home.
You were young
and you remember
how it was
when all was lost,
they don't know that
by December
many rivers
will be crossed
They don't have a map
to guide them
there's no compass
for their track
we must hold them
and confide them
till they find
a pathway
back..
I wandered lonely, lost in pain
All I could do was weep.
A troubled mind, in unknown hills
With chasms, dark and deep.
I did not know which path to take,
Nor which way should I go.
I was seeking guidance,
A sign, so I would know.
A light appeared before me,
A figure caught my eye.
"Who are you, I asked of him
"Or will you pass me by."
"Can I help my son, he said.
Have you lost you way,"
"Yes, yes I have I cried"
Was all that I could say.
"Then come and take my hand,
For you must follow me.
I am the Lord, your God my son
And I shall comfort thee."
So the Lord, he took me
He became my guide,
All my fears then left me,
And all my tears they dried.
I awoke anew next morning
My heart, now filled with hope.
Whatever life may bring me,
The Lord will help me cope.
Entry for Favorite Rhyming Poem Ever - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Laura Loo
27/2/2018. Placed 2nd.
I have lost all distinction between day and night
A constant absence of darkness is provided by fluorescent light
No windows available to the outside world
Living in isolation sans any modern day thrills
Four bare walls, no bars, food slipped through a slot in the door
Eating with my fingers because no telling what I would use utensils for
I still taste the blood from the ear I bit off of that inmate
I had to get out of general population no matter what it would take
Regardless of what the prosecution claims
Regardless of whom the newspaper’s headlines blame
Regardless of what the forensics might suggest
Regardless of what the jury thinks they know best
I did not kill my wife
I did not take away her life
The wound on my head that paralyzed my body
But allowed consciousness to remain and watch the act
Was not self-inflicted
As presented as fact
There is no demon inside me who carried out this deed
There is no psychosis brewing resulting in a murderous need
A monster, it is true, is required to make such a mess
But that monster was not me and I did not confess
I was covered in her blood because I held her in my lap
And gave her one last kiss good-bye
There was no emotion in my voice on the 911 call
Because with the lifeless body I held – all my emotions did die
Actually, I am better off now, in this isolated state
Where I am away from the public scrutiny and disdain
I have no reason to want to continue to live
I just know in the future someone else soon – will realize my pain
The monster is still out there
And he will strike again
The look in his eyes showed too much joy
But no one cares to believe in me
It is easier this way
Until his modus operandi once again is employed
You slipped between my fingers
Sifted through my hands
Swept up just like gusts of wind
Blow away the sand
You tried to ride the currents
Brave the crashing tides
Fight the vicious undertow
That dragged you down inside
But the struggle made you tired
Too fragile, limp and weak
It finally pulled you under
You'd sunken far too deep
Your suffering is over
You're now weightless, free from pain
No more will you have to swim
Those savage seas again
But you'll always be beside me
Not far from where I stand
May your light shine like a beacon
And dance upon the sand.
Sometimes I feel like giving up
Because people have already given up on me.
Looking inward for hope.
Eyeing outward for reassurance.
Maybe my eyes cannot see.
I see no one; blackness cloaks my mind.
The light at the end of the tunnel leisurely disappearing.
Expectations quickly ending.
Sometimes I feel like dying
Life has no other key besides the one no one can see.
My heart is bruised, bleeding to death.
Because no one see’s my worth.
Is it a crime to be born?
To have aspirations, to have your own sentiments.
Is being a child a passport to slavery?
Did I apply to work this job with no pay?
Sometimes I feel like getting naked.
Completely undressing my heart,
So that people know how I feel.
So that they understand that this pain is real.
You look at me and you may envy my life.
I have everything I need except this.
Joy unfriends me at times I need her most.
My mind is in another place; I think I’m lost.
Let a drop of tear,
enrolled with prayer,
for Japan ,dear pals.
women labor in pain
devil picks choicest
microbes celebrate
enemies make them heroes
People in pain
You've got to stop thinking
that things will never change
You've got to stop thinking
that things will never change
(there's) people in pain
(there are) people in pain
They say they can't take living alone
It's torture in this place called home
(ooh)There's people in pain
(there are) people in pain
And you know (oh)
they suffer in a silence, only they can hear
but, you turn a blind eye, cause you live in fear
well, we need fellow feeling
cause, there are people in pain
there are people in pain
The bottle is his only friend
feels his future's at it's end
(ooh there's) people in pain
(there are) people in pain
And you know (oh)
tomorrows a word that they can't understand
And you know (oh)
this world gives no hope to the common man
well, we need fellow feeling
we're all people in pain
we're all people in pain
well, we need fellow feeling
we're all people in pain
we're all people in pain
John Derek Hamilton
September 15,2016
I won't mention one by name
But I wish they'd forecast some rain
A shower or two
or better, a few
This dought's now causing some pain
When I am in pain,
My ego would be the first to leave,
As rats would a sinking ship;
The greater the pain the faster it leaves!
My drives get ready to play a masochistic role.
All philosophers, Cosmologists,
Ontologists, Monists, Dualists, Pluralists,
Eschatologists, Epistemologists et al
Hastily retreat, like true fair-weather friends,
Except Kierkegaard and his lieutenants,
Edmund Husserl and Viktor Frankl: they
Stand by me; help me, first of all,
To see meaning in the situation
Where there is apparently none.
The pain starts mitigating.
The triumvirs prompt me to be positive
And do things that I can— in the circumstances,
Ignoring things I cannot possibly do or undo.
Then I find my other companions,
Knowledge, Reason, Experience, etc.,
Slowly joining hands and doing their bit.
Thank God, there is a Kierkegaard!
— Ram, R. V.
Published in The Creative Collective Anthology
Series 2, Graldine Taylor, Ed. Amazon, 2017
Why must he be so mean
and cause my heart such pain
from the words uttered in vain.
Why must he break my bones,
my heart and skin?
Is he a weak man
or a cowardly lion.
I do all that he ask
but still I get cussed.
My heart breaks
every time he awakes
knowing my bones will break.
Can he not say he loves me
so I can have a smile
not the pain inside me.
I tend the house
and children all alone
with out him showing any care.
Why must he be so mean
and cause my heart such pain.
I seem to toil in vain
to try and gain
his love again.
You waved goodbye with a
smile,
I couldn't argue because it
was at the hour of the night.
But I heard the screeching
of birds,
Still I couldn't sense its message,
it was too parabolic.
Would you wake up, I'm
calling your phone.
The sun is up,
It kissed my cheeks but I missed
your hug on my chest.
Can't you just get up and say
hi to mom?
Please God, can I share a bit
of my breath?
I need some seconds to
talk to Mr Death.
Our memories will never fade
They say death is an obligation,
Who are we to blame?
I miss you, who'll play with
me the football games?
I wish I could stop the tears but
pretence I can't make cause;
"I'M IN PAIN"
Poet
Olajire Damilola Muyideen
(SmilingPen)
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