Best Sadprayer Poems
Never thought that I would feel this way
I just need to make a getaway
It just seems more futile every day
Don't think I'll be back again
Sometimes I want to scream out loud
Feel all alone within a crowd
Say a prayer with my head bowed
To free me from this den
Looking back on all my wasted years
Spent the sunshine and saved the tears
There's a time that you must face your fears
The trouble is deciding when
Every day I seem more lost
Guess I underestimated all the cost
Never worried how the dice were tossed
Always rolled with the flow
Built my castle on shifting sand
I'm a stranger in my own land
Watch it all slip from my hand
How it will end I just don't know
I look to heaven and I wonder why
Should have made it but I didn't try
Memories fade away as time goes by
Time has never moved too slow
Who can withstand the force of nature,
When conflicting powers oppose?
Hidden energy ignites
Shocking earth’s row of plates
Shoving them aside
Propels great sea
Unrestrained
Express
Death
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03/12/11
As you read this, please say a prayer for the people of Japan
that the ones who survived will have the strength and courage
to go on after this harrowing experience.
I need
Assaurance from my Maker
A hug from a friend
A smile from a stranger
A hello from a colloguea
A kiss from my husband
And a thank you from my child.
Oh how I miss my child:
The sweet memories of a love that can never be
The heartache that will never pass
The miracle we except to let go.
I need
A prayer from my e-mail buddy
A “I love you mom” from my child
A miracle from up above
A word of advice from my mother
A helping hand from a stranger
And a silent acknowledgement of my father.
Oh how I miss my father:
The loving vioce and smile that use to touch my heart
The joy he brought with his appearances and the tears with his departure
The vivid memories of a longing so deep and a missing so painful it hurts.
I need
A buddle of flowers
A teaspoon of happiness
A pot of love
A oceaan of courage
And a miracle to understand
Days go by
Without a word
Cool whispers of the wind
Grace upon bloodshed skin
A dark lonely tower
A soul sent to die
One swing of deaths black sword
A blow such can not tend
A price for an immortal sin
I will not cower
Nothing to hold his lie
One to call the lord
One last prayer to send
This devil shall not win
Not even with all of his power
There is no reason as to why
The belly of the beast hath roared
One last favor to lend
Hiding within the beasts den
In my darkest hour
Pain that’s intense
the sleep had to come
to night.
Her vision was shattered so much
the sleep had to come
to night.
The love was flowing around so much
the sleep had to come
to night.
The water was intoxication so much
the sleep had to come
to night.
Life was living so much
the sleep had to come
to night.
The prayer was accepted so much
the sleep had to come
to night.
The wait was waiting so much
the sleep had to come
to night.
The reality was a dream so much
the sleep had to come
to night.
The echo of her sound was so much
the sleep had to come
to night.
The Mercy of His mercy was so much
the sleep had to come
to night.
When the words we write carry little meaning
There come a time when the love that we so desire never comes
There comes a time
When others offer prayer to assist but it just doesn’t matter
There come a time
When that smile we use to hide behind no longer works in concealing the pain
There comes a time
When our mind convinces our hearts that we just no longer care to go on
There comes a time
When our memories of lost loves choke us into regret
There comes a time
when you see your in a fog with a way out only to realize how comfortable being numb has
become
There comes a time
When we look to god for answers
Only to realize it’s our own actions that brought us where we are today
There comes a time
When we think we know everything no matter what age we are and never admit it due to
foolish pride
There comes a time
When humans will wake from their sleeping shell and realize there is more to life than
money only to discover it’s too late.
Climbing into bed
Feeling the soft pillow on my head
Bring my hands together
Closing my eyes forever
Fingertips touch and clasp
Beginning my prayer at last
Having trouble starting out
Concentrating and struggling about
Frustrating in my head
Tears dwelling up and getting sad
Nothing's coming out clear
And it is very hard to hear
Feeling awful of not succeeding
Having more trouble reading
Doing my best
But trying to finish the rest
I just want to go out and play
And not have anything to say.
She comes to me her love confused
Alights my heart only to bruise
She knows not what her wants to be
And fails to see what she must flee.
Why does the lord not give her sight?
To take her absence through her flight
I’ll say a prayer for her and I
Though god may shake his head and sigh.
A snowdrop does in spring enflower
In morning dew and evening shower
To show though snow there is a way
If she would ask on knees and pray
Awakened by your singing
Each morning at first light
I'd listen to your harmony
That you never got quite right
Smiling at your laughter
While lying in the bed
You giggling out of control
At something your sister said
I'd listen as you prayed each night
Before you went to sleep
Asking God, if you should die
Your soul for Him to keep
But now there's no more singing
No morning harmony
A house that's void of laughter
As quiet as can be
The prayer you prayed to God each night
I've hidden in my heart
The silence in this lonely house
Is truly the hardest part
Written about the Amish school shooting, after a mother lost a daughter
We left the meeting at the church
where we had laughed and cried
in memory of Mary Jo
whose vibrant voice had died
A family was gathered there
a baptism taking place
an angel in white christening robes
tentative smile upon her face
I paused to watch with joyful heart
the babe so young and brave
and sent a prayer that God
bless her from cradle to grave
A feeling then washed over me
as waves wash o're the shore
though beloved Mary Jo is gone
God gifts us with one more
I've heard it said that when we die
we really aren't gone
for another child will be born
somewhere to carry on
Two precious souls were blessed that day
One went home, one came to play.
But in my mind, that baptismal babe
is kin to one we know
perhaps someday we'll reunite
with the soul of Mary Jo.
Note: Dedicated to Mary Jo Dempsy, May 8 1919-June 8 2006, fine poetess and friend. She
is truely missed.
Faithless dreams in this game
The one I want to witness my pain
Closer now, I won’t her let go
Her arms around the ghost in the snow
Silence for this angel of fear
Patience for the hate in her tears
And now a word, such comfort from me
That she is mine and I’ll set her free
Haunting all that she needs
Reminding her that everything bleeds
The rotting cores: reflections of self
The frozen lake is all she has left
Faithless dreams in this game
The ones we need to witness this pain
Closer still, I need her to know
That if I leave she will turn to stone
This ghost a prayer for someone to see
The snow is cold, and it’s all I can be
And now a word from denial’s regret
Just wrap up warm before we connect