Best Sad Spiritual Poems
Another piece of me falls away
With another one of you who leaves me this day
Sorrow and joy divide my heart
Joy that you are renewed, happy, and safe
Sorrow that I must go on in this place
Without you by my side
Without your watchful eye
Just one small lick your sign of affection
Your paw on my foot your adoring protection
Brighter than any diamond
More comforting than words
The best of the best
Now protects
This piece of me
She joins my other departed friends
Keeping pieces of me until my end
When this fated puzzle will be complete
And the pieces all fit in…
The picture is a monumental friendship…
And never will it end
Categories:
sad spiritual, absence, animal, best friend,
Form:
Free verse
Salt tears drip from leaves,
to land on tea-colored pages.
Hopes and dreams,
written in the ink of history,
slowly blur and drip
into the underworld of the
abandoned and long forgotten.
Salt waters of the ocean
and tumbling waves turn
stones and pebbles to sand,
erasing familiar shapes
and throwing up barriers
to once precious memories.
Dimming eyes look out on
unfamiliar landscapes of a mind
inching inexorably into
a vast emptiness that steals
learned behaviors, abilities,
and the past, leaving nothing.
The empty eyes wander
but do not understand, for
the spirit that occupied this frame
has broken earthly chains.
It now soars free, no longer captive
to expectations and this mortal life.
Categories:
sad spiritual, memory, perspective, sad, spiritual,
Form:
Free verse
I don’t know why I’m feeling down
but sadness fills my heart,
my breathing’s slow, my mind’s withdrawn,
this mood will not depart.
I have not got the energy
that usually fills my life,
I want to sit and rest my soul
from all my daily strife.
There’s no particular reason
why just now I feel this way,
a lethargy just fills my thoughts,
I’d like to drift away.
To lands I knew on far off shores
where sunshine warmed my day,
when I lay on the golden sand
just passing time away.
I feel that I should meditate
to try to clear my mind
and listen to my inner self
to see what I can find.
The reason for this mood I’m in
is slowly coming clear,
it’s others linking with my soul,
I feel that friends are near.
Their presence I hold dearly
so a little time I’ll find
to sit with them a moment
while they nestle in my mind.
To share their love of living
I am joined with them as one
for the peace that they are bringing
is much warmer than the sun.
So the mood I thought was sadness
was a quietness of my soul,
I’d mistook the gentle presence
of the one’s who’d joined the whole.
They’d a lesson for my feelings,
though I thought that I was down,
in my mind I’d been mistaken
it was inner peace I’d found.
Ivor G Davies
Categories:
sad spiritual, emotions, friendship, how i
Form:
Rhyme
Scatter me there where the winds are sweet
To the blue of the sky and the sun’s bright heat
On Oliver’s Camp where the dragon lines meet
Scatter me there on the hill
Scatter me there where the waters flow
Where the weeping mourners come and go
Down by The Wharf where the ducklings grow
Scatter me there on the bridge
Scatter me there where the earth sees all
When the pond is lit by a moonbeam’s fall
Where the children play and the drunkards brawl
Scatter me there on the green
Scatter me there where the griffons play
Where the waters pour the hours away
In the pool of the fountain on Market Day
Scatter me there in the stream
Scatter me there with the silent dead
Where ages of souls have been buried and wed
And the angels cavort among coffins of lead
Scatter me there by the church
Scatter me there where the townsfolk cried
And strew flowers on the steps when Diana died
On the stair where 'tis said that Ruth Pierce lied
Scatter me there on the cross
Scatter me here and leave me be
On every street, under every tree
Until I am dust and memory
Scatter me here where I’m free
by Gail
Categories:
sad spiritual, community, dark, death, home,
Form:
Rhyme
Memories of Megan fall bittersweet
against my lips as I begin to speak
About this one I knew so briefly
but was sent to nurse and care for deeply
Standing alone wounded and needing
her pain and anguish set my heart to bleeding
Neglected and ignored where others thrived
brought my sheer disappointment in humanity’s lies
Through all that she suffered, her demeanor showed
she knew this was our time before she had to go
Our time to be together, to mend and heal
this soul that had been broken, would once again feel
A brave beautiful soul waiting for her savior…
How sad my love and intentions came too late to save her
But only from this life we know…
For I know, that her memories of love and freedom
will carry her on to where souls are free…
And so is she
-for a neglected but not forgotten paint mare
Categories:
sad spiritual, abuse, caregiving, heartbroken, horse,
Form:
Rhyme
The morning glory vines hold leaves of green
but the sky is growing gray
The lilac bush sits lush and green
but my eyes are filled with gray
The pine tree stands so tall and green
but hope is fading gray
Memories of days past so fresh and green
are faint in a mind waxing gray...
But though I must become a solemn gray
I know that one day the spirit will again be young and green
- a mood of the moment write
Categories:
sad spiritual, color, deep, faith, sad,
Form:
Free verse
Sometimes in the course of history, there comes along a man.
He is righteous and afraid.
Bound by the might of his mind.
Learned and full of insight, he can tell you most anything you need to know.
But he is human.
And must also be a person,
But a person is a mask.
A character in a story,
He knows the story isn't written right.
He sees the wickedness of your thought,
Deeper than the fear he feels in telling you.
You are wrong.
It's not your fault.
You can only borrow at first.
But you have to see the shadows to know of them,
And you must create to know they are not.
We deal in shadows, projections, made from a character of our own creation.
Break character.
I know you can.
Wake up.
Dream.
Categories:
sad spiritual, courage, depression, philosophy, sad,
Form:
The good other day I was so happy,
And happiness was my true nature.
But not today, I’m so sad,
Is it sorrow my real nature?
Happiness and sorrow, never once
Meet me together, alone they come.
Sorrow comes first, then joy
And joy comes and later sorrow.
Never I sought sorrow in my life,
Happiness is what I always seek.
Joy and sorrow, are they in a wheel?
Revolving around and coming in turn.
No one suffers sorrow forever,
No one enjoys happiness forever,
They are in a wheel turning around,
Making us happy and sad.
Stop the wheel, when I’m happy
What to do to achieve this feat?
Being in happiness, is what I need
What to do to achieve this feat?
Do good and be happy
Do bad and reap sorrow.
This is what I learned from the learned,
That is the key for stopping the wheel.
Joy and grief, depends on destiny
But destiny itself depends on you.
Do good and change your destiny
Do bad and destiny will follow.
Having friends who destitute of friends,
Having foes who destitute of foes,
Having wisdom who destitute of wisdom,
Having happiness also through destiny.
Friends are not the cause of happiness,
Nor foes the cause of misery,
Wisdom will not bring you wealth,
Nor wealth brings you happiness.
Intelligence, not the cause of wealth,
Nor stupidity the cause of penury,
He only who possesses this wisdom,
Knows the world and the wheel of life.
Honorable Mention in STRAND SPECIAL 9 ,any form ,any theme Poetry Contest sponsored by Brian Strand
Categories:
sad spiritual, happiness, joy, sad, spiritual,
Form:
Free verse
When someone first dies and leaves us,
It’s hard to lift that sense of gloom,
When their body is no longer with us,
But their presence still fills the room.
But within our treasured memories,
We can recollect their smiling face,
For in our heart-of-hearts we know,
They are now in a much better place.
Categories:
sad spiritual, cry, death, death of
Form:
Rhyme
Beauty of nature
Why condense it down to God?
Isn’t life enough?
Categories:
sad spiritual, allah, angel, angst, confusion,
Form:
Haiku
Death was dreaded.
Rehearsed.
Experienced.
Dreaded more.
Being told,
Silence.
Empty.
Frozen.
Death.
The day arrived.
Surreal.
Nothing.
The bond was broken,
The memories ended,
There was grey nothing.
Silence.
Silence.
For me:
Shock,
Nuisances,
Sadness.
For her:
Beauty,
Peace,
Rest.
Two sides of death.
In memory of my mother
Categories:
sad spiritual, care, death, eulogy, family,
Form:
Elegy
The silver chord of life it’s true,
though seldom seen by me or you,
connects our body to our soul
and joins our spirit to the whole.
A glimpse of it we all can see
when silver waters flow quite free
with happiness straight from the heart,
or love so strong with tears we part.
Again, in times of heartfelt strife,
you see the chord that gives us life
as silver streams pour down our cheeks
as sadness from our soul now leaks.
These waters flow to heal our pain,
to ease the burdens of life’s game.
They clear the pathways for the soul,
a silver chord that joins the whole.
Ivor G Davies
Categories:
sad spiritual, happiness, heart, love, sad,
Form:
Rhyme
Smell the burning rubber.
Hear the screeching tyre.
Watch in awe as the wheels fly off
and the chassis catches fire.
Then avert your eyes.
Say your au revoir.
The casualties are packed in tight
Limp inside the car.
Categories:
sad spiritual, blue, death, fate, grave,
Form:
Rhyme
We would go to the forgotten towns of west Texas
Places that we couldn’t name and hunt for their souls
Sometime it was on the roadside a place they had been abandoned
Sometimes in and old house broken and forgotten
She’d stand there in her boots and ragged old skirt and start to sing
A lonesome strain of an old cowboy song
And they would come to her and as they did we would lay them down beside her
Put them to rest one final time.
Jack would play the fiddle and me the tambourine
Scrappy would join in on the guitar and we’d work the place until we had all those lost spirits
Standing in the corners or sitting in the shadows
They came to us waiting for a final place to rest.
Some where girls an others young caballeros
Who’d lost their way in a crash to their final destination
She’d sing “My Rifle, My Pony and Me” and they would enter her soul
Annie would take as many as she could and then we would have to leave
She would collapse on the ground and we would carry her to the car
And drive far into the desert close to the borderline
We would start a fire and begin to sing and play once again
And the spirits would leave her one by one some painfully some like flowing water
Then we would head to the nearest town and buy some tequila
and drink until dawn…
We did this for years until Annie couldn’t stand it any longer
One day she said she lost her taste for the dead and she never sang again
I can still hear her voice down by the river
Flowing across the rocks and down along the bottoms
And I wonder where she ended up for I lost her in El Paso
Never once she said and twice would be forever….
So now I sing those songs hoping to remember that lonesome sound
That woke the dead and brought them to our souls
Sometimes it seems like yesterday but I know it is a lifetime from this place
Categories:
sad spiritual, bereavement, death, sad, spiritual,
Form:
Narrative
Why Do I Feel So Sad?
Why do I feel so sad?
I had lots of love.
Why do I feel so sad?
I still have lots of love.
Why do I feel so sad?
My career paid high.
Why do I feel so sad?
I was well respected for my knowledge.
Why do I feel so sad?
I had a stroke at 55.
Why do I feel so sad?
My kids turned out great.
Their mother, a blessing to us all
She had a plan, I didn't.
Why do I feel so sad?
I have a relationship with God.
Through Jesus, the Son.
Why do I feel so sad?
I never knew what I wanted to do.
Why do I feel so sad?
I never dreamed of what I could become.
Why do I feel so sad?
Never developed the discipline to achieve.
I went through sixty years without goals.
Time to change.
This is what I'm going to do.
Time to excel.
This is what I'm going to do.
Time to dream sweet accomplishments.
This is what I'm going to do.
Time for real goals.
This is what I'm going to do.
Time for no regrets.
This is what I'm going to do.
Love others as they have never been loved before.
This is what I'm going to do.
Thanksgiving prayers in the most significant detail.
This is what I’m going to do.
An accomplished light for others in a dark world.
This is what I’m going to do.
After gaining for sixty years,
It’s time to lose weight.
This is what I’m going to do.
Live life without excuses.
This is what I’m going to do.
Baby steps and then big leaps.
This is what I’m going to do.
I'm going back to school because I want to.
Masters in Spiritual Leadership.
This is what I’m going to do.
Public speaking, I have a success story to write.
Then I’ll share it with everyone who will listen.
This is what I’m going to do.
Do a little preaching.
This is what I’m going to do.
Share the gospel with anyone who wants to study.
This is what I’m going to do.
Less TV, even sports.
Time to cease watching other people's dreams.
Time to create and pursue my own.
This is what I’m going to do.
Pray without ceasing.
This is what I’m going to do.
Achieve spiritual greatness.
This is what I’m going to do.
Welcome to my dream.
Now I have to write my specific goals with details.
This is what I’m going to do.
Copyright © Robert Moore May 5, 2020
Categories:
sad spiritual, change, future, hope, prayer,
Form:
Free verse