Best Tired Poems
Slave to wayward thoughts,
unwritten poems return to haunt.
Tempest of tragedy arrives as a harbinger,
wrecking fences that divide sleeping paths.
There is no one to show the way.
Father's sins betray,
mother's tongue destroys.
Punishing a misled mind,
to ponder unwanted silence.
Time is no friend, so much is lost in translation.
Perturbed by forgotten promises,
heart becomes a victim to the void,
broken dreams have left behind.
Although a victor of emotional battles,
scars sting, like salt rubbed into wounds.
Soul unable to bare suppressed burdens,
admits defeat to mental adversities.
Life is like a portrait,
moving in slow motion.
Its black and white hues,
highlight uncertainties of future passages,
reminding of regrets from past passengers -
pausing present foretold destinies.
Life is a crossroad of two mismatched meadows,
one full of blossoms blooming through gain,
one full of brambles hiding childhood treasures.
Yet all flowers eventually die,
brambles sting, but can be cleared.
Life is an ephemeral eclipse -
a balance between light and darkness.
Questions will always overbalance answers.
Change is unpredictable like the September sun.
A dilemma of chance and choice,
expressed through analogies and metaphors
poems come to life,
when tired tongues are silent.
The Silent One
15 September 2019
Example for the Crossroads contest
I'm so tired of the lies
I've heard... all of these stories before...
I say...it's time to show you the door...
You're so good at... telling your lies
but, I know how to read 'tween the lines
I'm saying... God only knows
if anything you say's worth believing
Chorus
I'm so tired of the lies,
searching for truth...hiding in the lines
I'm going to lay down some rules,
not letting you choose...
what you're going to do...
The time has come for letting you go...
but... I think you already know...
that it's...
time for goodbyes...
'cause that look in your eyes... is deceiving
I've learned... not to trust a word you say
I can't... believe how easily you've strayed
You say don't stay up waiting for me,
You say how young hearts need to be free
I know that...wherever you go
God only knows... what you're doing!
Chorus
I'm so tired of the lies,
searching for truth...hiding in the lines
I'm going to lay down some rules...
not letting you choose...
what you're going to do...
The time has come for letting you go...
but... I think you already know...
that it's...
time for goodbyes...
'cause that look in your eyes ...is deceiving
Next time... don't even dream you can stay...
I don't... play all the games that you play,
It's better for me not to give in...
'cause if you stay you'll find ways to win
All that I know...is that my heart,
cannot take... any more beatings!
Chorus
I'm so tired of the lies,
searching for truth...hiding in the lines
I'm going to lay down some rules,
not letting you choose...
what you're going to do...
The time has come for letting you go...
but, I think you already know...
that it's...
time for goodbyes...
'cause that look in your eyes... is deceiving
Chorus
I'm so tired of the lies,
searching for truth...hiding in the lines
I'm going to lay down some rules,
not letting you choose...
what you're going to do...
The time has come for letting you go...
but, I think you already know...
that it's...
time for goodbyes...
'cause that look in your eyes... is deceiving
repeat chorus and fade
John Derek Hamilton
December 1,2019
I'm so tired of the pain
In yesterday's paper,
I read that, another good man's gone...
I just don't know, what this world is coming to
Seems like, all the good people,
that have been here all along...
are gone without warning, taken, right out of the blue
Chorus
Oh, I'm so tired of the pain...
there's been suffering,
ever since I don't know when...
I just need some peace,
to help me make it to the end...
a little good news,
to help this poor soul to mend
I've been thinking about you lately,
Lord, please help me to understand...
this world is changing fast, help me to find my way
Everywhere, there's so much evil,
is this, all part of your plan?
please tell me, that the Devil...will not win this day!
Chorus
Oh, I'm so tired of the pain...
there's been suffering,
ever since I don't know when...
I just need some peace,
to help me make it to the end...
a little good news,
to help this poor soul to mend
Bridge 1
I think back to a time of better days,
when I felt so young and free...
now, I've grown old, and so I've been told,
that, it's better..to just let things be
Bridge 2
Well, I've seen some wise guys, that spin their lies
to me, they all look so strange
They use their guile, and they flash a fake smile
I can't trust them... to bring a change
Chorus
Oh, I'm so tired of the pain...
there's been suffering,
ever since I don't know when...
I just need some peace,
to help me make it to the end...
a little good news,
to help this poor soul to mend
In yesterday's paper,...
I read that...
another good man's gone...
I just don't know...
what this world ...
is coming to!
John Derek Hamilton
January 09, 2018
If eyes are mirrors of the soul
My soul is red and saggin'
I think my brain went on a stroll
And for sure my tails a draggin'
I'm a chicken that's out of clucks
An old wall missing its mortar
Some might feel like a million bucks
I'm more like a buck and a quarter!
Soon sweet slumber I will embrace
As I quietly drift to dream land
Rejuvenating, I keep this place
In the palm of my wrinkled hand!
I am tired of counting the red dwarf stars in the Milky Way.
I am tired of counting the 7 years of grain in Pharaoh's silos.
I am tired of counting the steps to the sacrificial altar of the Chichén Itzá pyramid.
I am tired of counting the people swallowed by the Antioch earthquakes of 115 & 526.
I am tired of counting the victims of the 1737 & 1839 India cyclones.
I am tired of counting the departed from the Influenza Epidemic of 1918.
I am tired of counting the death toll of the 1931 China floods.
I am tired of counting the total military and civilian casualties of WWI and WWII.
I am tired of counting the number of Jews killed at Auschwitz, Belzec and Majdanek.
I am tired of counting the drowned in the 2004 Indian Ocean Tsunami.
I am tired of counting the biomass of plankton in the Great Pacific Garbage Patch.
I am tired of counting the needles on the Christmas tree at Rockefeller Center
I am tired of counting the cracked and dirty windows at Riker's Island prison.
I am tired of counting down the clock until the our Sun becomes a red giant and dies.
God help me! I can't sleep. I can't sleep. I can't sleep...
I'm immortal. I have OCD. I'm so tired of counting sheep.
Cold the winter night as snow fell,
it drifted- collected on streets;
where a meandering lost girl struggled to walk,
weary and tired;
she ran away when it was warm,
when she had some money.
Now- had no shelter or money,
the wild frigid wind blew and blew;
when she could no longer walk she lay down in snow,
weary and tired;
down she sank into the soft snow,
a man knelt beside her.
He picked her up in his strong arms,
she woke up with a warm blanket;
he gave her food, a bath and nice clothes to put on,
weary and tired;
she just followed his instructions,
how to give a massage.
The massage parlor was a front,
it was really a bawdy house;
a brothel- she felt tarnished and stained forever,
weary and tired;
the things she did were disgusting,
often had a black eye.
He gave her some drugs by needle,
so she would be like a zombie;
she lay down on the dirty floor and closed her eyes,
weary and tired;
the police raided in a sweep,
found her dead on the floor.
They closed the place down, busted all,
the doors were padlocked- was shutdown;
the police never identified the dead girl,
weary and tired;
was buried in an unmarked grave,
just another lost girl.
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February 12, 2021
Poetry/Verse/Weary and Tired
Copyright Protected, ID 02-1328-100-12
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, They Closed The Brothel
sponsor, Kai Michael Newmann, Judged 03/05/2021
First Place
Blurry thoughts, hurried thoughts, they need to settle down.
Too tired to move, to worn out to groove, I'm frustrated all around.
Crazy voice, I have no choice, I want to surrender to sweet sleep.
Twisted thinking, racing blinking, my mind is an overgrown trash heap.
Eyes wide, I cannot hide, the redness of my inflaming anger
Too little relief, too much grief, the warning signs flash Danger danger.
I'm on overload, so I am told, need to shut my lethargic eyes.
Trying to sleep, car horns beep. can't they hear my cries.
My body is done, before the day has begun and it's only half past nine.
I hear you call, down the hall, pillow why can't you be mine.
Tic tock, goes the clock, the day is dwindling, departing from me.
Sleep, blessed sleep, is what I need, why can't anyone see.
Eyes burn, to close I yearn, my fists are clenched tight
This I can't take, going to break, I know it isn't right.
Shut down, the world around, this is my last attempt at sanity.
If I'm still awake, I will break, and you better stay away from me.
Night falls, my bed calls, the feeling is beyond compare.
Tossing, turning, salty eyes stinging, at the ceiling I still stare.
** An exercise: write a sonnet in iambic pentameter.
With heavy heart, I offer my remorse,
for I'm too tired to dance this weary eve.
The echoes of my workday's tireless chores
linger, leaving naught but fatigue's relief.
Oh, believe me, I hate to disappoint,
for the music tempts me to sway and dance.
But the hours I've toiled, each task and each point,
have drained me to a tired nudnik, perchance.
My spirit, once bright, now longs for respite,
to find solace in rest and heal my self.
Though my love for dance burns hot like cordite,
exhaustion demands I stay on the shelf.
Forgive me, my friend, tonight I must rest,
but once refreshed, we’ll fete and dance with zest.
.
.
Webster: Nudnik = a boring person
am i all that you wanted
am i what you were askin for
or am i just like last years christmas toys?
you're tired of me
i see a different side of you
after one problem we're though, we start over again
you're locked up and away from me
you go farther and farther away
you're tired of me
am i all that you wanted
am i what you were askin for
or am i just like last years christmas toys?
you're tired of me
you used to love me
now you doubt me
you used to trust me
now you fear me
you were just like me
now we're different.
you dont understand me. you dont even care!
am i all that you wanted
am i what you were askin for
or am i just like last years christmas toys?
you're tired of me
i see a different side or you
after one problem we're through. we start over again
you're locked up and away from me
you go farther and farther away
you're tired of me
you're listenin to lies
and to my surprise. you believe the words they spit in your eyes.
what did i do, to get this from you?
you never even asked me if it was true!
why do you do this to me?
am i all that you wanted
am i what you were askin for
or am i just like last years christmas toys?
you're tired of me
i guess love doesnt live here anymore
im fallin and dont know what to do
im tired of the mess, but i dont wanna live without you!
what do you want me to do?
or is it true....
you're tired of me
you used to love me
now you doubt me
you used to trust me
now you fear me
you were just like me
now we're different
you dont understand me. you dont even care!
am i all that you wanted
am i what you were askin for
or am i just like last years christmas toys?
youre tired of me
Im tired of this,
Im tired of life, and being alone.
I want to see the other side,
i dont even have any pride.
I want to put this life aside,
But i cant put me down.
Im tired of wanting, and waiting,
For that special someone to come around.
Im tired of sitting idle watching others be happy.
I want that happiness, I need that happiness.
But im tired of trying with no prevail.
Im tired of this life, and maybe the next.
I want it to go, and leave me alone.
Im tired of hoping and watching
I want to live but not this life.
This ones old and pale with age.
The memories stay and hurt my chances,
Always ruin my romances.
Always make me want to die.
So im tired of this life, i want a break.
Something to come and break this spell,
Of depression and regret, of a life not spent
Like Shadows In My Tired Mind
Like shadows in my tired mind
you danced in wisps of cool breeze.
Your deep treasure I did find
yet you left me with such ease.
I had found thorns on your rose
holes in your dancing shoes.
Large cuts on your pretty toes
dark truth in your bad news.
Like shadows in my tired mind
you danced in wisps of cool breeze.
Your deep treasure I did find
yet you left me with such ease.
Such ease, this heart deceit shattered.
To you- had it ever mattered?
Robert J. Lindley, 10-21-2016
Sonnet form (NEW)- Lin 678, rhyme( ababcdcd,abab,ee)
Eight verse stanza, rhyme ababcdcd, repeat first four verses as middle stanza abab, closing couple(ee) must be 8 syllables each, total syllable count must be 100.
Word count to be either 87 or 88..
Optional but better if it contains (8,4,2) that is 8 verses of seven syllables each, 4 verses of 8 syllables each, and two verses of 6 syllables each, as shown in this poem.
See syllable count below..
Enjoy the challenge of writing a sonnet in this form... trust me its not an easy task..
Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line: 7 8 7 7 7 6 7 6 0 7 8 7 7 0 8 8
Total # Syllables: 100
Total # Lines: 16 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 88
p.s.- AS YOU CAN SEE, I love math...
My Tired And Lost Soul Next This Wise Advice Out It Screams
As harder blown dry winds skulk among oldest granite stones
And the spitting sun flamed the mass of white desert sand
I trekked alone, jagged pains pulsing through my old bones
My weathered soul cursed God of this god-forsaken land
I could see a gloomy night trying to rear its ugly head
Where could in this barren pitiful hot, hot place dare I sleep
All here was hard rocks and sand, not a damn good place to bed
I thought this damnable fierce land wants this dear life to keep
As my worn-out soul begged for water and damn lot of rest
So under a scrubby bush I sat down to my diary write
Was this a hazardous darken journey, a god given test
Then these eyes saw above, bright stars painting the night.
With my nightly prayers said, I laid down to dream
And this love-struck heart recalled her very beautiful face
And how we together were such a great and fine winning team
Then massive sadness flew on into my brief joy replace
Dawn's breath was blown and my romantic heart finally woke
This reborn spirit decided to this abject darkness fight
Mused I, this soul-searching journey is indeed no damn joke
Surely it was not my responsibility to set things right!
Had she not to another man sworn her undying love
Promised him to be his new and true beautiful queen
Even next, promised to forever love to our God above
And swore to forward race over to his daring dark scene.
My tired and lost heart soul next this wise advice outward screams.
Son, you deserve better than light from her black treacherous beams.
Robert J. Lindley, Rhyme
July 17th, 1973
Note-
I was only 19 years old when I composed this one. I thought about doing a major editing job but decided not to. Just let it stand as is, a poem written by a 19 year old kid. God bless..
Tired Soul
In the morning light, my bones feel heavy,
Each breath is a whisper, a plea to be free.
The sun spills gold, but I see only gray,
A weary heart trudging through another day.
Coffee steams, but it offers no cheer,
The weight of my thoughts is all I can hear.
Dishes pile high, a mountain of dread,
Each task a reminder of what’s left unsaid.
I shuffle through shadows, I wear my dull skin,
A smile’s just a mask for the turmoil within.
Time drips like honey, too thick to escape,
I’m caught in a cycle, a worn-out landscape.
Even the laughter of friends feels like rain,
It washes over me, but I’m lost in the pain.
I nod and I smile, but inside I’m a ghost,
A flicker of warmth that I miss the most.
The night wraps around me, a blanket of sighs,
I lie in silence, where hope slowly dies.
Each star feels so distant, a flicker of light,
Yet here in my darkness, I’m losing the fight.
Oh, to feel vibrant, to dance with the sun,
But the spark has faded, the battle’s not won.
I long for the moments when joy felt alive,
Now I’m just surviving, not sure how to thrive.
So I whispered a prayer to the universe wide,
For strength in my bones, for peace deep inside.
But tonight I am tired, my soul wears thin,
A weary wanderer, where dreams have
grown dim.
KM
I am tired now, dear friend, please do not trouble me anymore,
How long can someone walk beside you if you keep running from everyone?
I considered you mine, I followed you at every turn,
But think, if I stop one day, you’ll find yourself alone, lost in your steps.
Learn to walk together; this is your chance—not everyone will be like me,
Someone who stays by your side without complaints, without demands, without asking for anything in return.
Relationships are not easy; walking together is a fine art,
Your anger and pride have silently torn apart so many bridges between souls.
Those who try to stop you are not your enemies; they care for you,
Before you leave every path behind, listen to those who have remained faithful to you.
I have understood your pain, but do not lose yourself on this road of loneliness,
This time will pass; acknowledge the truth before it consumes you.
I am tired now, but I still stand here for you, watching in silence,
The choice is yours—will you walk with me, or will you lose yourself too?
Between us stretches the ocean of decisions, and the waves of truth crash upon the shore,
It is time to decide, dear friend—where will your heart lead your steps?
My mind is haunted again.
By my poetry gnomes.
Plagued with imaginary men.
Filling up my empty homes.
Inside this head.
Chained to my mind.
Sleepless in a dirty bed.
Nothing redeemable to find.
No sympathy.
Nothing to care about.
Just my apathy.
But that's nothing to gloat about.
Looking up at the dusty walls.
Illusions and stones.
Watery graves of make believe falls.
Presence of my loans.
Offering to my sacrifice.
Piece of mind.
Seclusion - my only vice.
Within my images, I get intertwined.