Best Sorrowful Poems
Sorrowful unto death
(Ecclesiastes 1:18 KJV)
He that increases true wisdom increases grief...
exposing that the knowledge of serpent did not instruct the dove,
and to know serpent knowledge is to know,
how the house of Love was divided, that sorrow is in learning,
how many there are deceived of themselves….
To be harmless as a dove is to be love,
to be of a serpentine jester is to pester,
to pester life as a jester of strife...
is to be twain in total vain.
Love is oneness of twain in a wedding garment…
The trinity of infinity is the beginning of thee,
opening the sacred heart gives one options to see,
the beauty you see inside is the essence of thee,
tis also the beauty in the nature of a tree…
the nature of life’s tree eternally…
To be is, to be, of the nature of life’s tree,
not to be, is to be, of thine own ciestrine…
Selah!
What have you to say to me?
About these things of woe
Help me to understand my plight
Comprehend, then let them go
Such bittersweet moments arise
Keeping me up at night
Charming thoughts of my father
Turns itself into awful fright
My father was a gentle man
Or so I thought most times
Until I put pen to paper
Spoke of dirty deeds mostly in rhymes
Tonight I sit amongst the pews
Trying to decipher the noise
Music outside screaming your name
Inside we stir, have lost all poise
Remembering the days gone by
Wanting to know what’s real
Dear Savior, Father, keeper of me
Turn up my emotions, let me feel
Cry the tears to heal the heart
Wipe away the bloodshed past
Bring me to this place call home
Home is where Your true love lasts
I am weary and so tired
Fraught with grief and dread
Longing to know the gift of sleep
Knock out sadness, oh, knock it dead
Praise Your name, I try my best
There’s no one else but You
You are the reason that I can cope
My God, My Savior, my one true hope
Blessings to the Lord above
Father, loving and true
Thank you for my life today
Jesus Christ, I do love You
Amidst the Garden of Gethsemane
to dissipate from the sorrow and pain
Looking up to the heavens in discourse
on bend knees in unspoken recourse
Archangel Chamuel from heaven appeared
giving Him strength and ease as challenge neared
A kiss upon the cheek to flatter Him
in friendship, but gravitate to breach whim
A suffering servant, scapegoat unfurled
meant to die for us, the sins of the world
Alienated ilk malignant growth
transitory moment for lifetime oath
His words are perspicuous, clear, towards
capricious, inurbane souls, not ignored
9/13/2016
A HEARTFELT ACTION
It was a bitter, gloomy, windy day,
The sun didn’t show us even a ray
It was raining buckets of torrential rain
A vendor stood shivering and in pain
With only a t-shirt on his back,
We were cozy, we did a backtrack,
My father jumped out of the warm car,
The sorrowful human being wasn’t far
Picking up stubs, smoking, had no packet
Dad ran in the rain taking off his jacket,
Helped the drenched man to put it on,
So he didn't think my father was a con,
Oh what a darling Dad I had, such a kind
Soul, a heart of gold, and a thoughtful mind!
He put a hundred rand in the man’s pocket,
He noticed his eyes were deep in their socket,
The vendor was shocked his silence a thank-you
My father nodded, he was touched, for he knew!
Entering in competition: Kindness
Sponsor: Regina Riddle
05 June 2020
The sword sat on Brigadier’s table,
thinking how she ate flesh of enemies
in the battle-field in bloody front-line
“I wish I could have change of diet
or just fast for a few months to come”
She murmured to herself.
Gethsemane's fragrance soothes our Lord,
In prayer He kneels and rends His Heart.
He pleads for mercy but His hour has come,
Our chalice to be drunk, consumed by the Word.
Led away to the dungeon cell,
Cold and stark, prepared for hell;
Stripped and striped, the bell
Of death sounds its knell.
Weak and exhausted, the robe
Of a King adorns His Grace,
The Crown of Thorns spike His face.
Mockery and spittle leave their trace.
Through narrow ways, along pebbled stone
The Victorious beam He bears for all,
The crowd hurl insults, hear his groan,
They smite His Cross of gall.
Nailed and humiliated, cries of pain,
Hoisted high, feeling the strain,
Crushed for love, for all to see,
This mortal man of deity.
On this
Life’s sorrowful
barge I doth float
Much too
much a traveler
Alas too far
remote
from any
hearing and
caring Being
Caining
me not
Hamming distance
in the
afterworld
To me this world
Is a pious and lovable
Creation of Lord
For, He has given
Innumerable gifts
For the human uplift
But for many
It is just a place of
Selfish exploitation
And they misuse
The lovely gifts of God
It is abuse
An open disrespect
To the creator
Why we forget
That we were so helpless
When we appeared
On the earth
And our birth
Was His greatest gift
Human life is gifted
When God is too merciful
To our tortured soul
And it is a chance to repent
Our sins and make our soul
Pious again
So a solace we can regain
I’m sorry for those
Who waste this golden life
In the dusty strife
A decade of sorrowful September;
Man creates the act of a transgressor;
The tragedies open page to new era,
Killing the others turn into raw sutra.
Hijacked planes, hits the skyscrapers:
Skin sign of the international haters;
Their inner goal is to demolish,
All the infidels must be abolished.
An evil and immoral interpreting
Of the sacred benevolent teachings;
To veil the heart and soul, to see,
To invert freedom and democracy.
Tried to attempt to distract the world;
The life vanishes around the earth;
The intention to build peace by killing;
And to use human as suicide bombing.
A decade of sorrowful September;
Majority walked away from terror:
Bloodshed, slaughter and tearing.
Clear up the right and wrong doings!
11 September 2011
SORROWFUL SONG
Pain of separation
penned a lyric
mesmeric
melody of music.
oozing lamentation.
Tune resonating in purity
on sullen sadness
in morose madness
and crooning cadence
touching grief-stricken beauty.
Sorrowful song! Fantastic fantasy
on charm of ethereal ecstasy.
08/04/22
Sixth place
A Brian Strand Premier Choice
Contest by Brian Strand
Lying here blissfully tormented next to you,
Never imagined a love so eternal and true.
Little hands, perfect fingers, and teeny-tiny toes,
Given the greatest gift of all-a chance to see you grow.
A Blessing in disguise, right before my eyes, of how precious life can be.
Living proof, with one tooth, just able to stand on both feet.
Solid inspiration arrived, as gentle as a picture trimmed in lace.
Fortitied motivation came so contently in an unexpected face.
Love means watching your children live their own choices,
But I want to shelter you from all harm, failure and harsh voices.
Daily, I date guilt for not providing you a father,
All the while living in the haze of discarded bath water.
Unlike the renew a bath may sound, I suppress a yearning to drown,
Submerge the ground by consealing frowns whenever you're around.
A forced surrender, accepting my hopes of rearing you are few.
But if I can't raise my Shae, just encountering her will more than do.
To My Beloved Daughter, Shaelynn-Mommy Will Always Be With You!
Its her and me in the picture I see
But now it’s the end between her and me
Her careless soul
Her vain self
Her tough tone
Brought me back to reality
The rumors she spread
The sorrow she left
The ploy she played
Were insuperable for me
I suspected in her
But then convinced myself
That no way this girl
Would betray
my weary heart
and me with silent words
and painful tears
I sit alone
dying inside
but now I enjoy sitting
by the flame
watching this sorrowful memory
burning away…
I have smiled when I've wanted to cry
Was it madness, for mind at time wanders?
Have I lost mind to pensive thought or
Is it my sorrow that's sets mind loose?
If so it proves then alas I am forever lost
For I am a shell and in me only sorrow dwells.
It has me consumed and lo I yield to deserved penance
I have smiled when I have wanted to cry
Was it me or were we then sorrow
Frolic in pain for we thought it redemption
the sorrowful feeling of rejection
slumbering in the heart like a deep infection
i wish i could make it go away
but i beleive its here to stay
i wish i could make it dissapear
but its always just right here
i wish i could remember how to love
but after all have i ever really loved?
A sweet hello.
That's how we started.
We went through our days without a care in the world.
And it all started through our sweet hello.
A sorrowful goodbye.
That's how we ended.
Our last days together were our worst.
And that last sorrowful goodbye was worst than anything we went through together.
You tried to apologize.
And I tried to forgive.
But when we couldn't apologize or forgive,
we said our sorrowful goodbye.
There will always be sweet hello's.
But none as sweet as ours was.
And there will always be sorrowful goodbyes.
But none as sad as ours was.