Best Lossworld Poems
Pain is indescribable
It strives to devour every inch of you
And it has no mercy
Pain is a monster
Living inside you
Eating you alive
Pain is a wild raging fire
Engulfing every part of you
Burning a hole in your heart
Pain leaves you expressionless
It’s what makes your tears bitter
It’s what makes you bleed inside
It wants your world to collapse
It’s what makes you fall apart
It’s what leaves you hopeless
Pain is a journey
A very cruel and difficult journey
But one that I am taking with you
I am with you every step you take
Not to guide you
But to live this nightmare with you
Your pain is like carrying the world on your shoulders
And nothing can take it away
But I will take your hand and help you carry it
Pain creates the most terrible wounds
But in time they will heal, leaving painful scars
But also beautiful memories
It feels like your life has fallen to pieces
But pure love will piece it back together
God’s love
I cried for them this afternoon
Knew them since the matinee started
Saw them fall in love
At first sight, the world stopped
Everything was silent at the sight of it
They looked and were lovers
Later that day on their knees
Repeating vows that till today
They saw only in throw away plays
I cried for them, their lost love
But not for mother whose long life ended
By the Yankee Sluggers creeping disease
What was there to cry about?
As the blue ice calved from glacier slabs
Creased iron plates, made orphans, widows
And most aboard but not me or my mother
Or the yet unborn twice told tale
Tony was told she died, frantic with fear
He called out for her but got Chino instead
Saw her running to him, delirious with fear and joy
He got a bullet instead, tearing threw his back
Breaking his heart in half he fell into her arms
She covered his face with kisses and tears
And I too wept again for what could have been
What should have been for mother, died without my tears
For I knew not how to give!
Instead to those I gave tears so freely
But I knew them since the matinee started
Who cried for my three brothers
Charley, like Marley dragged his chains around
And spent a life time sawing them off, Michael who fell
From heaven one day, curly hair and welcoming smile
Orphaned by mother who just gave him away
Brain dead one day in June, the rest followed six months to the day
Brother Tom, large lonesome eyes never saw what the world wondered. Water boarded at age five, he left and never returned
Last month got cancer and died exactly one month later.
I cried today for the matinee lovers,
When I should have cried for them.
My Big World
My world was never so big
then I looked for you
and you were gone
You walked into a thousand misty summers
and now
rooted to this spot
I wait
It's a private thing
Our secret, shared
in which all that is
and all that was
holds its breath
while I grieve
in my big world
where living without you
is like that hole you used to talk about
that could never be filled
a hole as big as the world
and as empty
I was home from work that day.
My office was on John Street
One block away from the World Trade Center
I would often go there at lunchtime
To visit the shops
To buy fruit at the Green Market
To enjoy concerts on the esplanade
It was a gathering place
During the warm months of the year.
And one evening, I was fortunate enough
To dine in the Windows on the World Restaurant
That offered a spectacular view of the city
From the North Tower
But this day, I was awakened
By a familiar voice on the phone
Did you see the news?
A plane hit one of the Twin Towers
I turned on the television
And watched in real time
As it all unfolded
The mighty buildings
Collapsing
Into dust and debris
Flames and destruction
Falling bodies
Obliterated bones
And death
I watched
As exhausted firefighters
Sat down on the sidewalk and wept
I watched
As revelers in the streets of Afghanistan
Rejoiced at hearing the news
I watched
From my balcony in Brooklyn
Where I once could see the towers
But now there was an endless plume of smoke
That stretched across the sky
All those beautiful, precious lives
Gone
In the days that followed
We New Yorkers treated each other
More kindly, more gently
For we were all fragile
And felt capable of collapse
Written September 10, 2009 - for Nathan Leccese's 9-11 Contest
When the walls come crashing down, loneliness, silence, the only sound. I look, listen, but
there is no way around. This world full of intrigue, so many people left in need. Why the
suffering, why the pain, does it really have to be? Somewhere out there, I will find the
golden key. They say he's caring, say he's all knowing. Lead us the way, stop the burying,
start showing. Left to stand on our own, some not all there, some only half grown. I dont
understand it, dont see the reason. How do we do it, find that golden season. At last this path
I have found, leading me out to hallowed ground. This world I have seen, seen it in a dream.
Looking around, all the smiles, all the laughing. Peaceful, content, some napping. Now I am
here, shedding my very last tear. I have made my way, found this sunny day.
I'm devastated, from the
devastation sometimes I ask myself
why the good ones die young and
leave us here hurting, pull back the
curtains because I don't want them
to see me cry these tears, but
maybe then will I get a response
from Heaven as the end draws near.
This ain't about me but I'm
devastated from the devastation, if
only we could be as dedicated to
save a life like we are to take one,
Lord God I don't even know these
victims, but these tears I shed are
real it's deeper than a poetic
sentence, I'm developing a hatred
for the world we're living in, but you
paid the price the remission of sins,
I mourn for the families they're all
my brothers and sisters, this world
is so broken we need you now to
come and fix it, what's wrong wit
us? Why are we so hateful, I've
never killed a man but even my life
at times looks like it disgraces you,
Matthew chapter five verse four,
comfort them I pray renew their
strength in you Lord... Dedicated to
Larelle Amos, rest easy
Child Of No Father.
Down the lane the wind blew into a mist of flame
I reached for hope but all was lost in a flash of flare
I reached for ages, I went for miles, and all I was left with was a cry for help
I watched the world fall down in a grief of pain
Man had taken his last fall; now all that was left were children of no fathers.
The world had set down upon me, and everything fell before me
My distance to the ground was becoming higher and I could no longer reach
The will of man was going to be in ruins and I was the last child standing
I couldn’t find belief but all in vain I cried for help
Man had taken his last fall; now all that was left were children of no fathers.
Man had splintered his home, earthly hopes and dreams of their children
He lived in duplicity in his own nature, owning to his own ruins
The cycle of life was becoming one again; I could smell the fresh air again
Like a new born child, the air felt different and reviving
Man had taken his last fall; but I was no longer a child of no father.
Written by
Terry Curran
I saw the shattered face of a man once
his world before me died in his eyes
the incumbent fires were so dim
forgotten in the eyes of pleasure
That mattered more to him than everything
no woman, no fights, arm wrestling
nothing of such masculine victory
another pill for the fallen king
Arms, blood, muscle, hair, and skin
death to youth, death in silence
the pain crawled away and left him there
drowning in the eyes of his offspring
Grandfather, your bloody nose is red
i have seem your stories and love
faces and times are all his age has left
love is the only thing to coddle from an estranged man
Forget this the night when the world is cold
leave mother’s heart to the worms
pray you this what God hath foreseen
Grandfather, your tufted sod will be remembered
In the absence of love
There's only hate
In the absence of hope
There's only despair
Hope and love give strength and healing
How can we live without it
But hate and despair give pain and sorrow
So much that we drown in it
In the absence of faith
we have would no religion
In the absence of the sunshine
There would be only the rain
Take away the sun
Then the world would be cold
Without faith in the world
How could the scriptures be told
In the absence of peace
there's only war
In the absence of virtue
There's only sin
Both peace and virtue are the pedestals
together that hold the world on their stands
Sin and war are the destroyers of all life
Together they corrupt and harm man
Take away the order
Then all we have is chaos
What do we do
In their absence
I'm so tired of being here
Because the pain and misery is always near
Through my eyes the world is full of sorrow
There's no happiness tomorrow
I feel like i'm getting closer to the gates of hell
Can anyone tell me where in life did i fail
I'm lost in the darkness inside my own mind
Peace is a lie, its something i can't find
I feel empty in fantasy
yet pain in reality
Farewell to all as i put the gun to my head
Goodbye world of dread
Bang,bang, now i'm dead
a world fighting with its own bank
a plane that flew into your towers was an attack on your ability
to have success with your commerce
stocks and bonds and free trade
america at the center of this
your bank being held hostage by the worst type of robbers
you are not as poor as you think you are
many terrorised outside of those who make any difference with this
the news being used against you to seek out the people who know what they are doing
to help the situation
you are not burning your money
just losing track of it
physically and digitaly
the attack on the trade center has affected everybody
many unable to do their jobs
because those at the center of your global econmy
are hardpressed to figure out how the world is getting robbed
A global book fight
over the first generation history books you know as bibles
fighting over beliefs and previous happenings you misunderstand
these history books are your case against god and your will to do good
your will to do good no longer needs to be a weapon of mass destruction
the realisation mankind may not be perfect and will make mistakes along their road to
success
there is never success without failure
through failing you realise you tried and what was important to you
learn from your mistakes and try again
it might be easier the second go round
Every night I'm so alone.
Everyday my heart hits home.
Every tear breaks this place.
Every time I close my eyes
I see your face
Once again I'm falling down.
Away with me I'm hitting ground.
Stop the world I'm running out.
When your gone you have my heart.
Return it to me, I'll have my start.
I'm losing grip with what works for me.
Still holding onto what I had.
Life missing you isn't worth it.
The pain each day
I'll make it work.
What we had is more than love...
I tired to make your my world
One bitter sweet day you tore it apart.
Now tell me how am I to part?
AMERICA
America wept today, as the world with her.
She lost a good son, one of honor, respected and revered.
A hero of America, 40th president of the USA.
All the world came to see, to mourn.
He gave America back her pride, her glory.
He tore down the wall of evil.
He helped set the world free.
Our hero is gone now, but surely not forgotten.
He will live in our hearts and minds forever.
Goodbye my friend, goodbye.
Ronald Reagan’s funeral
Mom’s at work
Dad is dying in bed
I’m 4
And playing with doll
Next to my father
Making a connection
My mom and dad get married
1 month later
I’m crying with hands full of flowers
Where’s dad, where’s dad
I cried
He’s gone
Mom’s in the back room talking to grandma
I’m watching T.V
Next to me is my dying grandfather
I just turned sixteen
Now I am crying in the rain
I can’t tell if the tears or the rain is getting me soaked
All I know is that I’m alone
In this Dark cruel world
Now I shelter myself from the world
Trying to understand why
When I should understand Life
I am lost
In a world of discrimination
And it’s full of lies
Now what?
I’m abandoning the world I always knew,
the one I built for me, and for you.
I’m walking out on smiles and shine,
to replace the agony that occurs with time.
I'm rewriting fate to my own consent,
allowing my soul to feel content.
I'm entering the world that I can control,
into eternal freedom, where I can be whole.
I'm submitting to a place you call unseen,
but I am acquainted to its regime!
I'm committing to who I want to be,
I'm letting myself belong to me.
I was weak but now I'm strong!
You thought I was helpless, but you were wrong.
I was before you but you inclined,
and now when you look, you will never find.