Best Sympathy Poems
Time speeds away unmindful,
ages added on to eons,
piling changes on change, it moves on,
seldom posing lull and loll.
With the current rushing swift and fleet
we race past from old to new
from times primeval to times neoteric
watching the ceaseless chain of births and deaths
tasting life's vicissitudes of joy and pain
In this unwinding circuit of time,
how long is my sojourn here?
sixty, seventy or hundred
Does it count much?
does it mean more than a mere drop in the ocean?
Like the bubbling foam or the dying froth
constantly born and destroyed
by the rising and receding tides,
we appear uninvited and depart unnoticed.
We can’t rewind the hands of time
or the changes therein.
Many a thing is beyond our control
Shikata ga nai.
Yet I can be the catalyst of change
in a world that has gone cold.
How I wish to ignite the flame
when light goes out from many hearts.
I aspire to inspire, though I am a tiny mote,
just a miniscule in this vast cosmos,
through thoughtful acts of kindness
and hands reaching out to the needy.
With ears to listen and a heart to feel,
I can script a tale of love.
Between the rows of mighty forefathers who exited out
and the countless progeny lining up
I have squeezed a space to be a face
in a faceless multitude.
This girl, she's crying inside,
But all everyone sees is smiles,
This girl, she's hurting inside,
She's lived like this for quite a while,
Always holding her pain inside,
She won't ruin everyone's time,
This girl, she's breaking down inside,
But all she does is smile,
Those deep eyes,
Hold a lot world of misery,
Playing pictures from her mind,
Showing her past, her history,
She doesn't want to remember,
But the memories continue to play,
Every night she prays,
Wishing them away,
But this girl lies with her laugh,
And hides behind a mask,
So that no-one can see her pain,
Her past, her denials,
This girl, she's dying inside,
Although no-one can see her pain,
She just continues to smile bright,
From day to everyday,
With beautiful lying eyes,
For everyone to see,
Everyone and anyone,
Everyone but me.
Opened like a morning leaf
exposed beneath the moon,
Resting in the tentacles
of a clouded ink coccoon.
Wringing hands now rest at peace-
the solitude of night,
a lantern in the wilderness
the miracle of flight.
Dancing on the tabletops
or falling from a swing,
is noticing the networking
of every living thing.
Observation is the art
that shows a single frame,
experience will turn to stone
the given and the gained.
A heart read and quoted by many in this lifetime
Battle scars that remain and yet shielded by a peace of mind
Walked several miles and traveled while teaching others how to embrace
Remains courageous, faithful and strong with persistence in any given case
Blindsided by those who are willing to love and cherish her to the end
Silence becomes her guard, her armor, her protector, and best friend
Tears of pain, and sorrow, all of which are from a past memory
Times shared, lost and gained, the negative days are history
Mental pictures are drawn from imaginations that lead her to an untraceable place
Recruit no one, for life has taught her that there is no room for more mistakes
A mind reader that has established herself to be two steps ahead
Portrays an interesting novel, a world kept secret unread
Admire her dearly for her patience, wisdom and knowledge untold
How does she continue to live life so freely far from her empty soul?
Pace, G
INK-U-SCRIPT
"laugh and the world laughs with you,
cry and you cry alone"
how true and sad these words once penned
for this I've learned, yet learn again
that when I bloom and smile with glee
the world and life will laugh with me
I'm not alone....never alone
the joy is not for me alone!
Yet when the demons heart possess
and come to steal my happiness
when all around is darkest gloom
and none to rescue from the tomb
I am alone.....I cry alone
the grief I bear....I bear alone!
I know your heart is bleeding too
for some have been unkind to you
and none can see the bitter tear
nor chase the goblin of your fear
You feel alone....you cry alone
but that pain you bear, don't bear alone!
Now turn to me; remember this
I know this pain, this poisoned kiss
depression has a hold of me
and this I say with certainty
though other hearts are made of stone
you're not alone....NEVER alone!
Eileen Manassian
This poem got 1265 views. You can find it here on Poetry Soup if you want to read the comments and pics I've posted with it. There's one of Robin Williams...to man who made everyone smile but cried alone. I hope you enjoy the video. I haven't been able to write in some time, so I'm posting some videos of Rhymes of the Times that I recorded some time ago. :) Enjoy
The thing with giving is Expectation...
The treasure of giving is the giving itself without expecting anything in return.
A loan creates dependency, inequality.
***
I
bend over
and kiss you
while you are sleeping
The fragrance of your
helpless frailty
Softness of your skin
I cherish
I
rub this balm in the
palms of my hands
to warm it, to give you
pause of sickness
softness without pain
And I lift you against me
Gently
I
Smile in your ear
You whisper soft tufts
of warm air in my neck
You give me the gift
of tenderness
You
expect nothing in return
I only ask to be here, with
you, I give you my life
to love you
forever
***
April 4, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
Here in my room,
I lay in my bed,
With every thought of you,
Intruding my head,
Like snapshots in my brain,
Of the last thing you said,
My gut is violated,
And I twitch with rage,
I cannot free myself,
From this anxiety ridden cage,
And in this chapter of our life,
It seems I can't turn the page,
This torture is much worse,
Since you have been away,
I am so scared,
That away is where you'll stay,
And no matter how hard I try,
I will have to lay here in my room,
Alone one more day.
By Mac Holmes. Janettas grandson.
Written sitting in my room alone still waiting...
With Broken Wings ~ angels can not fly free
Dont ask how seriously
Always support a friend
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Kimo : 10-7-6
14.04.2016
A-L Andresen :)
I saw a one-legged Sandpiper
today on the beach.
I saw him land on his single pedestal,
it was an artful thing.
Entranced by his disability,
I stood transfixed with curiosity.
I so wanted to help him
but we're worlds apart.
How can he feed?
How can he fend?
Suddenly, he flew away up the beach,
I followed him.
There he stood lightly wafting in the wind,
still balanced on that single leg.
His fellow Sandpipers scurry about
unnoticing his remarkable challenge.
Later, a kindly friend told me
shorebirds often hide one leg
to conserve energy.
Silly, I felt a loss
for my misplaced empathy
towards my one-legged friend.
What a self-centered bubble
I live in.
We're always so troubled by
what we think we know.
Truth is, we know so little.
Next time on the beach,
I'll look for the one-legged Sandpiper.
It'll remind me that
there's so much I still don't know.
summer downpour
the poor man takes off his hat
collecting diamonds
For Andrea's Summer Short Forms Contest
“I will soothe you and heal you,
I will bring you roses.
I too have been covered with thorns.”
Rumi
When the whole world,
behaved like her enemy,
a homeless heart was buried
in a private place so deep -
out of sight and out of reach.
Each time her emotions were breached,
her metaphorical spade dug darker and deeper -
her shield against shallow predators.
A mind scattered like shells lost in the sea,
yearning for calm waves to offer a sanctuary.
Fate led to the doorstep of her heart's pulse,
each vibration connecting two throbbing souls.
Beyond her make believe veil,
I saw an enchanted magic in her eyes,
celestial candlelight flickering so bright.
A secret smile that could melt hardened hearts,
through luscious lips reserved for special ones.
Although skeptical of words,
there was a desire to bathe
her in beautiful poetry,
caress her sun deprived skin,
stroke the strands of her hair -
silently moisturising her wounds.
Delving into the depth of her persona,
without touch, I felt her so close;
scattered, conflicted, but determined,
bruised, battered, scarred, but not bitter -
flawed, fragile, but compassionately fabulous.
A diamond left to rust, one desired to shine.
A wounded soul with razor sharp thorns,
reminding me of Rumi's desire to heal and soothe.
Simple Musing
Silent One
14 October 2020
Though my stall here is empty now
If you listen close...
You can hear me running through a greener pasture
Your sorrow opens the gate and releases me free
Thank you for rescuing me from worldly darkness
And giving me love unsurpassed
So that I may now run with others so loved...
But never forgotten
I am a child again young and lean my spirit afire
And oh how our spirits thrive here
Never again to feel the pain of the earth
Hear me running!
For your tears have watered the grasses for me
In God's Greener Pasture
-originally written for Kae Surrah
an Arab rescue mare
Nothing is ever black and white,
Definitely,
...I think.
Who am I to speak - zip it...
...
...for now.
I'm not going to lose my head over it.
Well I won't
...but she just might.
Wrong guy.
Another One Shuts Down (Corona virus version)
Gates and boards and reels of wire
Garbage by the gates
Driveway overgrown with grass
The factory is a state
Security checks once an hour
To make sure all's still locked
Another business shut it's door
the economy was rocked
Another workplace bites the dust
Another one shuts down
To find the business district here
You've got to leave the town
They're closing up 'bout one a month
Jobs are leaving by the score
When you leave, turn out the lights
And please folks, lock the door
Work is leaving faster than
It has ever in the past
There's more folks on assistance
How long will this all last?
Fifty years a hundred ten
Factories closing shop
There's more buildings that are vacant
Our growth came to a stop
It doesn't matter where you go
It's that damn covid one nine
If you are not essential
Out goes the "CLOSING" sign
It all comes down to profit
You're a number not a name
It doesn't matter where you go
Plant closure is the game
Another workplace bites the dust
Another one shuts down
To find the business district here
You've got to leave the town
They're closing up 'bout one a month
Jobs are leaving by the score
When you leave, turn out the lights
And please folks, lock the door
It is not the number of enemies that one should count in his life
but the number of friends that are willing to help him in his strife*
© Demetrios Trifiatis
08 July 2020
* This poem was chosen as POTD. Thank you all good friends who have contributed to this honor with their continuous support! God bless you!
I also thank the site for the bestowed honor!