Best Low Spirits Poems
* ~Dark Silver Haze~ *
(side#1) (side #2)
come taste life ---------- Heart-warming wine
old and stale, ---------- Jot down a line
unflavored, unpolished, --------- Mood changes hue
A sour, dim shade --------- To sweet silver blue
the lowest feeling ---------- How high the cost
eternal gray sky ---------- How much is lost
hollow memories ---------- Back payment due
A sour, dim shade --------- To sweet silver blue
weak limbs, overpower ------- Head shake and sigh
moments of lights -------- None left to deny
everything ends -------- Insight in view
A sour, dim shade -------- To sweet silver blue
torn from reality -------- Somehow I gain
low spirits of sorrow -------- Beauty from pain
bitter and dull, --------- As thoughts turn to you
A sour, dim shade -------- To sweet silver blue
**A deep Look Into The eyes of the Poet Destroyer**
~A Tim Ryerson Collaboration~
I am worried
I am in despair
I am tensed
I am in low spirits
My song sounded melancholic
My thought turned pessimistic
My emotion became lifeless
My life seemed purposeless
My heart lost its rhythm
Cold shivers rippled my blood
My pulse missed its beat
Vacuum nested every nerve of my head.
I started my journey from somewhere to reach nowhere
I found myself toiling in the sands of dreary nightmare
I continued my cruise on the shoreless ocean
Searching for a home in an unknown destination
Life seemed to be a battlefield and I transformed into a weaponless warrior
Fighting with an unknown enemy for a mysterious reason
Tears were racing with the valley of blood
Anguish supplanted the graveness of a flash flood
Having fed with very little hope of survival
I gravely waited for the life's arrival.
Sailing unchaperoned in the gigantic world,
I realised that life is a personalized game and the triumph embosoms the unflinching souls.
I am 'SHE'.
The form of Goddess 'Durga' & 'Laxmi',
I used to be.
But where the hell I'm today?
Where in the search of
my own identity,
I have to pay.
In this patriarchy,
my soul has been killed
& body has been groped.
Each & every step outside
has become exploit for me.
Eyes scanning my body,
& indecent remarks for me
everywhere,I use to hear and see.
I am languishing here,
living with low spirits
& fed up of my bug-bear.
Of being raped & abducted,
I always have the fear.
I'm anguished in this milieu,
sighing and sheding tears
in the corner of my room.
My regular nightmarish experiences
made me to cry over my doom.
More than chilly & pepper sprays,
propriety in society will help me.
And I'm waiting for
that pleasant day when
safety will go hand in hand with 'SHE'..
When I'm down in the dumps
And up against a wall
Oh God, from afar hear,
To Thee, draw me near!
When I'm in low spirits
Running high and dry
Oh God, Look down on me,
Lift me up to Thee!
When things get out of hand
And I'm shot in the legs
Oh God, take control,
Let me Thy name extol!
When I'm too close to tears
Beyond any comfort
Oh God, hear my cry,
On Thee, do I rely!
When I step into a miry path
And out of Your chosen way
Oh God, shine Thy light,
Give me Thy foresight!
When temptations make me fall
And unto Thee I call,
Oh God, have mercy on me,
And wash my sins off me!
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17.11.16
Low spirits and utter despair,
She had lost all her flair,
Time stagnated !
How long could the wait last,
Dejected heart to the full to blast,
Incurable hopeless !
Sun could not shadow gloominess,
Her very being deprived of happiness,
Hope against hope !
The injury quite a deep and severe,
His vengeance extremely clear,
The wretchedness !
Don't suppress else will depress,
Just look beyond there's life,
End up melancholy, live to strife,
Shun sadness !
No recession can everlast,
Essential to counter depression is,
Dispassion,
Dissociate,
Flagellate,
Backfire,
Slam your passion !
Be sassy and warble !!
Written on 30/5/14
Contest- slamming battle round -2 ( my highs my lows)
Sponsor- Verlena S Walker
Awarded 3rd place
Now for contest- Any old poem will do #2
Sponsor- SKAT A
Cry tears until you've none to make.
Do be true to yourself, never a fake.
Live like the world is yours to take,
For your sake, for your sake.
Keep your anger low in a rift.
Sing your sorrows until they drift.
Smile until your low spirits lift.
Life is a gift, life is a gift.
You are like a bouquet of flowers
That beautifies a house
You are like a gem stone
So precious is your worth
You are like a vast forest
So marvelous is your personality
You are like the early dawn
That spreads hope around
You are like a road map
That leads to an adventure
You are like a secret garden
That lets me be myself
You are like a beautiful sunset
That lifts my low spirits
You are like the burning incense
Your aura gets to my head
You are like a wise saying
That motivates my life
You bring some precious moments
To treasure day by day
You are a true friend
That has touched my heart
Mates at loggerheads to blow the intensity
a spirited fight from determined hearts quite quarrelsome
there’s always a plan, a track to follow
dying minutes give both sides reasons to fluster
one is exalted, the other temporarily doomed
trounced is the confidence, the most affected victim
the battle was destined the other way de jure
painful is the sight of them licking the candy
losing, definitely comes with no absolute criterion
one volcanic tussle that came agonizingly so close
denting the shape of an already telling testimonial
celebrations of the other, creating a clear septum
in the spirit of sportsmanship, respected is the contest
back to the drawing board the low spirits deliberate
to win gold when the next whistle is blown.
Reunion, Reunion I have to go
To meet those friends I used to know.
And talk about the days gone by
When we were young with spirits high.
But, all I found was a money speech
Asking for me to reach deeply
Into my pocket for Dollars, or Pounds.
The amount they wanted had no bounds.
With speeches long and thirst so strong
The glass was dry, when toasts came along.
With glasses raised and wine no more
We sucked the vapour to its core.
While standing listening with a wandering mind
I looked once more to find a friend
There she stood with long blonde hair
I could not help but stop and stare.
A figure slim, and breasts that call
Enough to make me crawl a wall.
She turned, our eyes met
My heart soared like a fighter jet.
I turned away to catch my breath
My lungs had stopped, I was near death.
When I looked back, she was gone
Where she’d been, there was no one
I scurried dazed without much grace
My soul now captured in a nostalgic chase.
Her name. Her name. I must find her name
I was now a player in the courting game
Quickly reading the guest list
I came across the girl I’d missed.
Then paging through my memory’s blur
I thought of how I had remembered her.
Thin scraggly hair, a pimply wimp
With glasses horned, she looked a shrimp.
A pathetic picture, I now recall
The lonely wallflower of the Rag Ball
Why in my youth was it hard to know
An ugly duckling into a swan might grow?
Or a creepy caterpillar worm
Into a butterfly would turn?
Why did I treat her so mean?
Why had I not seen her beauty?
I must apologise and admit my shame
For my role played in youth’s cruel game!
I’ll tell her now I am glad we met
She taught me lessons I won’t forget.
I’ll tell her that never again
Will I say a word that brings pain.
I’ll always make low spirits raise
With words of hope and heartfelt praise.
Some days later we finally met
Just as she was boarding her private jet.
As her handsome companion opened the door,
She told me sweetly “You are such a bore”
My heart is like a red, gorgeous rose.
It grows still in the glowing sun.
It's like a newborn child or son.
My heart is as lonely as a lake.
But, there is no mistaking.
That my heart was breaking.
Maybe I’m in low spirits for humanity.
Possibly, escape is no calamity.
Escape from cruel reality.
Now, that's a possibility.
That opens up the doors of opportunity.
Open up and it can make us truly free.
There’s no denying that our lives were close at stake.
My spirit within me begins to break.
It’s as if the sun’s shining another direction.
It shows behind clouds of gray affection.
My heart is far greater than poetry and prose.
When Nature finally awakens,
one needs to stop as the perplexed ravens,
and watch fragile butterflies dance...
celebrating the beauty of the radiant Heavens.
The flowers that we touched in recent dreams,
are awaiting for rain as they sway in fields of gold,
dreaming of nighttime glimmering with moonbeams...
will the moon's breath keep them as warm as yellow marigold?
When Nature finally awakens,
and snow melts turning into rivers,
follow them and discover new amazing things...
from blooming hills to harmonious plains.
Stare at the star-lit sky and ponder over this mystery:
since creation nothing has ever changed...
we see it as others have and be part of that reality:
feeling its profundity and be persuaded.
When Nature finally awakens,
our low spirits become sprightly and new;
it's rebirth can induce more thrills...
why not be adventurous and sparkle as dew?
May is April's enemy,
May brings us beautiful flowers,
April is not so nice,
Since her forte is showers.
Lush green lawns appear in May,
April storms just seem to stay,
May trees leaf and fill the sky,
April trees still bare and dry.
The air in May is sweet with perfume,
Of lilacs, tulips, and daffodils too.
Not many flowers in April are found,
except for crocuses low on the ground.
May is our intro to better days,
Warmer, prettier and longer sunshine laze,
April's wet and cooler days,
Bring on low spirits from those days of gray.
Once, in a certain ship that sailed
Storage of drinking water failed
Tossed on the salty sea so deep
Perplexed, the captain did never sleep
Filled with fear, he sent SOS message
To nearby ships expecting salvage
“Lower your buckets where you are”
‘The good word’ came from afar
Although the SOS sounded strange
He ordered, ‘collect water in this range’
The water so collected tasted good
Hearts abroad, rejoiced over that news so good
The sailor knew that a brook there did flow
With good waters to make the weary glow
The anxiety disappeared like mist
That’s touched by the sun’s fist
Extinguished faces lit up
Those in low spirits were lifted up
Today, examine do you like that sailor somewhere
Have a good word for someone you care?
A clump of dried leaves from frail
limbs I failed to nurture,
settling on a page under
my sinking face
with a scent to lift up
the low spirits in me,
such rotten source
blessing me with remedy
The comfort we receive
from the things we couldn't save,
the purpose we gain regardless
an unfulfilled goal,
and the Love I'll always keep
even after the passing
are these propitious testaments
I can't trade for resentments
-Nicola An
light that lights all lights;
bright, radiant smile.
it's the greatest gift
one gives a sad world
it lifts low spirits.
glows like moonlight,
not to mention,
it's contagious;
one gets it back.
shine your light
and see it
reflected
right back
when you...
smile.