Best Sufferings Poems
A black stone with diamonds inside
She shines but you would never know
They hit her but she never falls
They whip her but she never breaks
Speed in her step even though they try to slow her down
Make her fail, just so that they can beat her down
Again and again
But they never get the chance
They tell her she's property
Meant to be owned
Planting plants that their too lazy to grow
In their eyes she's just a cotton-picker
But she knows better than to believe their foolish words
Black as night
But bright as a star
Hard as a diamond
Hard to break
Locked in a concrete box
That's hard to take!
She writes with passion
In the shadows
Hidden from her captures
Writing the truth of her sufferings
Sometimes writing away the reality of her captivity
White clouds surrounding her
Caving in
Watching her every move
So clear but so dark and evil at the same time
She barely wants to move
But she doesn't have a choice
She writes with her heart
Not with her head
Writing is her release
Reading is her consumption
Breathing out then slowly inhaling each and every word
Falling deeper into someone else’s life and wishing it was her own
That’s why she started writing
To create a new reality for herself
Envisioning a world of peace
Released from the cage that she has been confined to
But the cruel world that she has been cursed with by God
Creeps its way up to her neck
Taking hold of any freedom that she had created for herself
In those so few minutes alone
Pulling her from her slumber
Stripping her of her innocents
Marking her with fire
Crippling her into ashes
Making her realize that there is no way out of this alive
She can only pray for that last day to come sooner
The morning sun taking her out of her trans, making her sufferings all the more relevant
SUFFERINGS
stabbed at the dumpling…
cut the head off the chicken
...kitchen staff impaled*
Harker’s tipsiness...
ruddy wine blushes on neck
...teeth marks like fork tines
imagined in dark
mind of Dracula...scheming
closed lips...tongue beating
5/2/2018
*to fix in an inescapable or helpless position
Besides love and happiness
The world is full of sufferings
Political crisis, economic crisis, epidemics and poverty
Slanders, violations, crimes and trafficking
Politicking, hegemony, disputes and wars
A never ending story of sufferings
Hardly any solutions
But becomes great inspiration for
Story tellers
Art pieces
Poems writers
And
An old grandmother's story for the next generation
Of course an unerasable scandal
Screams, screeches, groans and wails,
Brutalities, agonies, torture, and blood,
Tear Gases, pallet guns, bullets and bombs
Humanity sobs, world is falling apart
Does anyone care?
Kids are blinded
Men are jailed
Women are molested
The old are tortured
Luckily, you have food
Billions are starving
You have a warm blanket
Trillions live under the frigid sky
Dreams are murdered
Voices are unheard
Wishes are being blurred
Every heart has become graveyard
Sweet melodies step down as Sighs take over the throne
Rainbow of Joy is washed off by the deluge of tears
Soul of humanity becomes a pray of endless wild Forest of Wars
While atrocities have robbed Jaws of their smiles..
Yet you say the world is beautiful??
Yeah, for you, as you are at peace….
Come out of your palace
You will see….
Sky painting itself red!
Butterflies renouncing their dreams
Birds with trimmed wings
Blood oceans, barren trees, burnt houses,
Teared eyes, and shattered bodies
Earth is ugly
Earth is savage
Earth is a cage
Earth is but a jinxed place
(10-02-2020)
Paghunda Zahid
Screams, Screeches, groans and wails
Let me tell you Agonies’ tales
And of bullets, bombs and pellet guns
For a person with Heart must know these pains
Here somewhere, kids are blinded; men are jailed
Women are molested; the old are tortured
Lucky, You have a home and a steak to fry
Billions starve and sleep under the frigid Sky
The wild jungles of wars scrambled Humanity
Sighs took over the the throne of sweetest Melody
Deluges of tears washed off the rainbows of joy
Atrocities eager for innocent lives to get destroy
Yet you say the world is beautiful.. ?
That it is benign and bountiful...?
May be yes, for you… as you are at peace!
Come out of your little Palace...
And you will find...
Sky painting itself red...!
Butterflies renouncing their dreams
Birds with trimmed wings
Blood ocean... barren trees... burnt houses...
Teared eyes... and shattered bodies….
People live their lives in fear everywhere
Along Syria, Yemen, Palestine and Kashmir
Earth is ugly, jinxed and savage
For humanity sobs, as her soul is damaged
26-7-20 (Paghunda)
(This was my first poem on soup, reposted it with some changes)
The end is near o parrots and prophets
who peck and pick my people's pockets.
Shameless shepherds who neglect the needy
and tremble at the table of the greedy.
Many are called by money-milking gods...
but few chosen to rescue men from rugged rods.
The pulpit is now a platter of prosperity
while the pew cascades the aura of austerity.
Robbers in priestly robes plunder tithes and offering
Rogues in power enforce tax and sufferings...
The church has become a venomous venture
for schemers who scratch the scriptures.
Peter is robbed while Paul pays the price;
Where is the early church's spirit of sacrifice?
Jesus chased out robbers from the fold
how did we get to this mortal garden of gold;
costly cathedrals built with tears and blood
where sinners cannot access the cleansing flood?
I now see a modern version of the rugged cross...
where the preacher's gain is the laity's loss.
Private jets and public jest form the new order
Skimpy skirts spur deliverance disorder.
The altar has been stacked with golden grains
wealthy wolves keep shepherds in chains.
Wake up church! The Savior is calling...
the pillar of our faith is breaking and falling.
Abraham's fortune did not filter his faith
Riches should not lead us into wraith.
God wishes above all things that we prosper...
but robbing Peter to pay Paul is not proper
Copyright 2016 Adeleke Adeite
unite your sufferings
with His suffering on the
cross and follow Him
Man heard a voice saying
Lend me your eyes
I will show you the sufferings
Man heard a voice saying
Lend me your ears
I will tell you the reason
Man heard a voice saying
Lend me your mouth
I will argue with you the ultimate solution
But man never cares
He is a born miser
Not to lend anything
Except for his own sake
And benefits
The certain sufferings in life I can’t believe
The certain people on life I can’t even look at.
Is it wrong to question?
I dread upon the existence of life.
Why me, they, she, he?
Why the suffering, the hate the stupidity.
How can a god sit and watch all this happen?
His eyes must be hurt with tears
The people he created with love sin down with reaps of hate and despair.
The woman he labeled as mother, is now a joke among men.
The sister he created to a dear brother is now a girlfriend to some men.
Why, why! Is it wrong to think, that one day I might die cause of a man or a woman.
That my life isn’t safe, and the person that smiles can one day be my enemy.
The enemy that stalks my desires, and lounges at thirst for my quirking blood.
I’m immune to the suffering, I’m immune to the pain, and I’m immune to the disgusting natures of mankind.
I just can’t believe that the world I’m here is posed by the human demons that lingering for my soul.
God how can you watch as humanity takes the world out of control?
I can’t believe that one day my life will end cause of my fellow men!
Oh the irony
Lazy ass, sitting at home
Whining life's a bore
Crying about nine to five
Unwilling to turn around
With the dust whirling round the wheel,
The walls of throat seeming to seal,
In the sun bleached roads of soil-
Ran the feet of the bulls faster with toil.
Their shoulders hath blackened in time's course,
The wooden bar to them like a saw's coarse,
The ribs out of hunger come out as though-
To satisfy themselves with the rays of the yellow bow.
I know not and nor does the owner;
Since when these poor chaps has turned to labourers,
And from whence time's sharp wheel acted sharper to their neck;
Let alone to miserable dreams which it did wreck.
They look at the soil unhindered by any sound -
The sufferings of the blunt labour is the only that's
through them is found.
Were we made humans by our maker -
For this day to turn from cruel to crueler-
To treat the dumb in a way as this-
By feeling of ours which we call to be the deepest feels?
Eon's endless enjoyment
Eventually excite Emmanuel's ego
Energizing efficient ears endangered
I am so chagrinned
Why don't I ever recall?
The morning after the night
Before
.. Always
The rising
After the fall?
My chignon comes loose
Ebony, sun streaked vista
In slumberous eyes...
Arms akimbo, yawn of
Relief and delight
Lashes dilate
Crepiscular pain
Washed away by morning dew
Time and again this is the way
Pain and sufferings dissolve
When sunlight hits my world
Warms the blood inside my veins.
It is fantastic optics
Tripping on fantasy divine
Thr threshold of limitations
Surpassed
Into endless possibilities
Of another day divine
I step, i stumble I trip
And tumble
Over the line.
Do you believe me?
My love and hate,
Always is motivated
To confirm my belief.
Considered on unconsidered,
Activation of development,
Consistence of growth,
Remarks of my confirmation.
If you don’t understand me,
You will understand me. One day,
If you understand me
That’s my belief.
You will encourage me,
When you will feel proud,
A respect of my deeds,
A patience of my consciences.
I work for your easiness,
A softness of relaxation,
I approach to Increase happiness,
Who has no sufferings?
Hark our heartsick happenings
Its hard to explain and harsh to hear
Its my ought to spiel it as a gal
A doubt arises all the time...
Why these woman want to become astronaut?
Is it for explore the sky? Or
Is it for test what is night?
Oh! Night is not safe all the time...
A doubt arises all the time...
Why these woman want to become leaders?
Is it for lead the country? Or
Is it for restore their rights?
Oh! rights are denied all the time...
A doubt arises all the time...
Why these woman want to become writers?
Is it for expose their talent? Or
Is it for express their hardship?
Oh! Women are suffering all the time...
A doubt arises all the time...
What is the theme of life for woman?
Is it falling? Or
Is it rebounding?
Yes, falling and rebounding all the time...