Best Suffer Poems
What do we know about poverty,
What do we understand about suffering…
It’s a miracle that we were born into families
Who had enough food to eat and share,
Celebrate festivals lavishly with gifts and delicacies,
Enough space to live, and comfortably too!
Enough clothes to protect from ravages of weather!
What if we didn’t!
Born in a non-affluent country,
Seen the down-trodden,
Seen people begging, starving,
Living in the most miserable conditions,
Also seen the opposite,
People flaunting their expensive clothes,
Jewellery, houses and cars,
Without slightest remorse or feelings of pain!
Poverty is a curse, but
Being super-wealthy might be a curse too!
It’s like living in a man-made island,
With blinded eyes, and unfeeling heart,
Surrounded by walls of cruelty, and
Insensitivity!
*This is another somewhat dark poem. I share my truth on this site because it helps me cope to write it out in poetry. I’ll shift to lighter things after this. This is my truth currently as I am working through bouts of P.T.S.D. God bless you.
Suffer the Night
By: Meghan C. Hutchings
One teardrop falls heavily, my optic release
A nightly reminder of my loss of peace…
I write down these words to offer me hope
Support from kind hearts and freedom to cope…
‘Twas not long ago, I shadowed a queen
Décor adorned walls, a sight to be seen…
A dream place to rent, a job from my room
A view from the top, no omens of doom…
Gradually, oxygen bled out and I cried
My asthma flared badly, gasping…I tried…
Cloudy, my home filled with second-hand pot
The origin unknown, I yelled out a lot…
I slept on my balcony, a queen nevermore
I begged the office, police, no one cared to explore…
To tell on another, to the weak is a crime
No names did I give; I’d still serve my time…
Banging on walls, picking my door lock, I heard
Frozen in terror, more threats came in words…
Chunks thrown at my windows, three stories high
Grateful my screen saved a hit in the eye…
I knew at that point I had to get out
I shuddered at nothing; the wind made me shout…
Noises and banging, voices all night
Smoke and my doorknob heightened my fright…
After I moved, I thought I’d find peace
Honestly, though, my fears didn’t cease…
To this very date, when darkness paints light
I tremble, hear voices, then suffer the night…
Suffer the little children that hide their pain
For these innocent victims, who’s to blame?
Although many a tragedy happen at home
Society, itself, inflicts harsh pains of its own
Danger and violence are a part of everyday
And, the children know it shouldn’t be that way
The remain fearful in living with all they endure
Safety and security, they never know for sure
Clinging to anything showing an open arm
They barely survive using sheer wit and charm
Restitutional change is imperative somehow
Our children need salvation, and they need it now
Accepting responsibility is where all must begin
To partake in the marking of suffering’s end.
With a sleep-living shuffle, they plod along
Apathetic senses, that don't notice it's wrong
Automatic living, with the brain turned off
My ideals of freedom, their conditioned to scoff!
The sheople who live, in societies herd
Who think flying freely only applies to a bird
Corrupted, sealed minds that believe every word
Unfortunately their truth is...at best my turd!
You may think your free, I tell you THATS a dream
The propoganda machine, is the only intel you've seen
Your brains so washed I think it must be clean
Robbed by the government, robbed by the queen!
They must have such giant sheep, for this much wool
Though the deception begins whilst still at school
Too many righteous idiots, believe false word as rule
But it's me who has to madly suffer these fools!!
©John-Ovan.P.Hull
Suffer nobly
As you will always be judged
On your reaction to stress
Not the stress you are under
Suffer with grace
Dignity
Beauty
Be enguard
As they will try
To steal
These away too
Endure
With courage
Hold your head high
Befriend brave
Let it fill
Your heart
Find it
In yourself
To trudge on
Over that rise
Rise above
And rise
With your burdens
As they look
They judge
“Oh, It’s OK. They suffered nobly”
Don’t expect justice
The naked truth
Is to much
For many eye’s
To bear
Or care
When all hope is lost
In this forest
They call life
Create
Your own path
Power on
Don’t let those bastards win
And defiantly
Don’t let them in
Follow your path
Not the adds on TV
Reality
Is what there keeping from you
But once again
That ugly
Naked truth
I can see you through your hell.
Heaven doth mock you until you spill.
Just like old friends,
Hand in hand,
We bled.
Tame the shrew,
Untouched by filth
And rob her as she shrills.
All the while,
I’m spiraling
A disease that makes everything unwell,
Smiling through the kinks,
You undyingly dwell.
What’s an angel to do
When no one can love you?
Why does it have to be this way?
Clouds pass thee hence,
Dark neighboring expense;
Why are you this way?
Master you will...
Pay me through your blood lead dense.
Does it weigh you down today?
You’ll find a perfect place to go
Where you can die.
Ash torn ember will be your grave.
Judgment hath remembered how far you’ve gone,
A distance,
Unwarily unsought,
Somberly carried;
It’s with one last message I leave you….
Suffer and weary.
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The opal anchor clings, clutching, falling,
fetching the lapis lazuli. Mermaids flee,
frightened by the heavy ornament. Fate,
like chain links of Jacob Marley; shaking
of the seabed at the pounding of sin.
Gavel striking like a velociraptor storm.
Sand churns as if Scrooge is turning
in his bedclothes, his premonitory bed.
Sapphire eyes suffer the crashing. Abode
of ponderous tales, predilection of sharp
shadows, darting hither and thither,
reserved for the most heinous of beasts.
“The beast is dead,” speaks Amphitrite
Her children carol, “Ashes, ashes…”
They dare not speak the scathing name
of molest and neglect, mutilated beyond
recognition. His fists forever incarcerated,
His face, food for the scavenger fish.
Mermaids remain innocent of such leers,
never drawing near to earthbound treachery.
The silk sense of security constantly tending
to their flesh. Tails fearlessly splashing.
~ ~ ~
But if anyone causes one of these little ones who believe in Me to stumble, it would be better for him to have a large millstone hung around his neck and to be drowned in the depths of the sea.
Matthew 18:6 BSB
The chill rains fall,
the tents flood,
families huddle for warmth.
The children of Gaza,
the children of Nigeria suffer.
Will humankind ever learn,
engraved sorrow on our
souls burn. ~
I carry hurt like borrowed blame, As if my pain should wear my name, Like every wound and every scar, Proves some how i wont go far, I gave my heart with open hands, While others broke what they did not understand, I stayed through cold through lies and pain, And somehow still i get left in the rain, They took my kindness for weakness, Every harsh word like i was useless, I bent so much to keep the peace, That parts of me become to cease, Now every mirror seems to say, That i was the problem anyway, That maybe i was born to lose, To ache endure and be misused, The mirror shows a tired face, A soul that's slowly lost its place, My smile appears then it fades to fast, Like something fragile is meant to last, I move through days as shadows do, Half awake and breaking through, The smallest things make me cry, Although i dont let no one see and i dont know why, My heart feels worn and thoughts run deep, yet every night i can not sleep, I miss the person i once knew, The lighter soul that once felt true, Every tear i hide away, Returns again by end of the day, And though i try to still appear whole, Exhaustion echoes through my soul, Maybe some storms are not ment to end, And someone like me ain't ment to mend, Surviving is all I have known, Suffering is starting to feel like home
Oh how I long for the menopause and end this monthly curse
I was hoping things would improve, but now it’s getting worse
I turn into a chocolate craving fiend at all hours of day or night
If someone raided my emergency supply it could end in a fight
My skin can take a bashing and I end up with a spotty chin
Stomach inflates like a huge balloon, but in reality I am thin
Can’t wait for those hot flushes; it could reduce our heating bill
I could ditch my trusty thermal vest for I won’t feel the chill!!!
Tongue in cheek write
Jan Allison
26th October 2016
Just an opinion, not a judgment:
The choice is ours, not theirs
Babies do not ask to be born
Thus the most critical decision
that any of us ever make
is whether or not to bring:
a child into this world...
SUFFER NOT
Suffer not o man she cried desperate for consolation
Compassion twisted and tore at her heart
but the world she knew was silent.
Painful sounds from death filled wars, would wound her more
than jagged poison tipped arrows that pierced much too deeply.
And yet she carried on in quiet song as the world she knew kept silent.
And if the dying weren't enough, the sight of bloated bellies
and distraught mothers and sacked villages laid bare
by the unwilled force of child soldiers, would crush her spirit.
How could the world she knew keep silent?
Thinking that God did not understand her despair
She wept with abeyant tears that could not flow
as the world she knew kept silent.
To live, to die in the soiled spattered flow of time
passing through, passing through
Is the secret so sublime? Cannot she grieve?
Then silence no more was heard.
Instead a curious word within emerged
from her meditation of life's graces
a Hebrew word "Bitachon"
What was not known in agonies
was revealed in her silence.
C.A.K. 1-9-201
If in my journey to achieve my goals
I crumble or stumble an lose my soul,
My close acquaintances will know I gave
it my all
and know this was only a pitfall,
Without No father-No money- No choice-No guide
I only act towards my voice inside
If it leads me wrong an down a dead-end
I'll learn from my mistakes an try to comprehend
Standing in the hall with his sword and his shield
Trying to recall his glory in the field
He sees that peace is not all it is said to be
And he's learning now to suffer quietly
Friendship, sweat n' blood, there was a mortal fear
It was brotherly love and without a single tear
Oh, the angel of death you could hear her wings
Right now there seems to be no real need for anything
I could wish nothing more vile on my closest enemy
Than to turn back, recover his tracks and to suffer quietly
Slave to the mundane such as no other animal
Deluded he lays claim to the incompatible
Haunted by the facts, confronted in his shame
It's a life on the run through a carnival of pain
Coerced by the wily fools that he must serve
Do harm unto your neighbor, plunder the earth
N' With no other option than to guard his patch
And Orpheus , he gave word there's no looking back
There is no comfort to be found in abject misery
n' Forever is a very long time to while away cowardly
I could wish nothing more vile on my closest enemy
Than to turn back, recover his tracks and to suffer quietly
why must i suffer for what i did not
do why does every one have a hang
over me when all i do is school in
and out of love basking in the wind
sadness is tearing me up inside right now
as my mind is in the wind i can not think
of any one other then you.