Best Tribulations Poems
Tribulations
ah well i guess we never will
have a need for the good old pill
goodnight sweet lady not to dance
or feel the taste of sweet romance
and often by the moons cold light
I saw her face record delight
But that was just the other night
Since then she casts no favour
So sitting here beneath the moon
I see her face but much too soon
My lady seemed about to swoon
No, she’s another raver?
So taken by the shortened breath
Left alone and desolate
Perplexed as anger burns and yet
Should I resort to strangers
The drink goes down the eyes do glaze
I’m in this queerest bar
A shiela sweet our eyes do meet
Soon heading for my car
We get undressed, though I’m depressed
The warning sign they are
She has no breast upon her chest
Oh no, it’s a bloody shirt lifterrr ?
Don Johnson 6-may-11
Come on brain
Lets do this *****
Conjure these flows
So I can to spit
Not no dumb dumb
Something they can feel me with
Something hard never soft
Something tight
Right from the top
Come on come on
Yep
Entire nations
Move to motivation
And to battle stations
Thus
In hopes of annihilating the competition
With extreme precision
Visions of battlefield tribulations
Proceeded by extinction
Of entire nations
Readily available are these citations
And accusations in quotation
It is written
Proceed with caution
This is an extreme soul snatchin'
Operation
By the best in enemy infiltration
Leaves souls wasted
At the gates of hell
Is were I wrote this
And the deepest of holes in Facebook
Is were I'll post it
And show off my skill as a venomous poet
O my Lord these trails and tribulations that I am going through. I look for the reason, Lord why? Lord, what did I do? Now heavenly Father your ways I can neither understanding nor can I see. I just thank you Lord for holding on to me. Without you Lord I would have no control, loose my way and life's pressures would make me fold but your love for me is more precious than gold.
And you know exactly when to lighten the load. For Lord your trails we must face and except and you know we we can't do it without your help, as quite as it's kept. Now you don't do this just because you can, it's because you have a special purpose for man. You know we are full of sin and sin will not be allow in.
Lord you know this world is proud, selfish and vain, where many are willing to give up their souls for recognition, fame and gain. But going the way of the world is futile and without you Lord life can be really brutal. We brought nothing here and we will take nothing away, even though we gather things as if we are here to stay. It's vanity my friend, just chasing the wind.
For Lord you know us all too well, thick-headed, stubborn and will rebel, I am so glad you sent us a savior, to keep us out of Hell. So again, I thank you father because even through the trails, the tribulation, the stress and the strife. You will still make a way for us to live and enjoy Life... Thank you again. AMEN.
despite some consideration for the hows, whys, wherefores and whether
unguided, wandering through known universe tying things together
aged in millenniums, centuries, decades, days, hours and minutes
each one existing where all things may be true within their own limits
why, oh why have such tribulations of strife and tears befallen us?
does not the wealth of true human knowledge speak to and through all of us?
must we believe that all human foibles are prone to repetition?
beneficial ideologies should improve the human condition
avoiding pretension, apologies create their own disguises
unannounced guest from the past, guilt arrives in many shapes and sizes
we are fragile beings, unsuited to living beyond our planet
prone to greed, prejudice, long lasting grievances and truth's abandonment
often more than willing to turn into our own worst protagonist
Their really comes a time in our lives :;when we come to "REFLECT AND REALIZE" who "BROUGHT US THROUGH"!!!! I am so,so,so, glad when I look back: I KNOW AND REALIZE":LORD..........It was "YOU"!!!!!! We can look back in "OUR LIVES",and remember "The Times",when everything seemed to "GO Wrong". We don't want to loose,and "WE Pray",and ask "The Lord" to make it a brighter day!The "Lord is not weak." The Lord can make it a brighter day.The true form of "The lord" is "Power". The "Lord's meet associate is "Wisdom".We realize that "The Lord" has never left us alone.We realize that when we call on "The name of "The Lord" he will be right there,and on "Him" we can "Rely"!!! I will have to say:"When my soul looks backs and wonders how I made it over"Its so "Happy"; "I break down and cry!!!! I cry! I cry! I cry! There were times in my life when I just could not do it ,but somehow I still made it through: Now when they ask me how I made it over,I tell them: Nobody but "JESUS": He helped me make it through.Jesus Christ will "Judge The World and all of man and women kind and "The Lord God Almighty" has given this power to "The Lord And Savior Jesus Christ" and it is "True"!The "Holy Bible expresses it to every "Religion",no matter what "Religion" you belong to"!Sometimes we want to give up ,but we keep on pushing,and we realize who is bringing us through: Nobody but "The Lord": He created me and you,and he promised that he would bring us through.No matter what we may be going through;We must keep on pushing,no matter what trobles we have: we just keep on pushing,and "The lord will bring us through"!!!!We must "Behave" and never give up,because "He will never "Let us fall","Never Let Us fall":The lord will bring us through if we look back and remember how we already made it through!!!
Silent Tribulations
Sitting within a circle of prayer
bled dry by raw emotions
Spent are words past understanding
as tears plea now in devotion
Naked came I into the world crying
again now with baring of soul
As tears carry words I can’t express
wringing out my worries and woe
Within each silent tribulation
flows a healing dissertation
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Free Verse?? Rhyme?? Really don't know lol
The changing times grant the saddest of goodbyes.
Saying such gives you a power along with a mighty burden.
The power is of choice, to choose your destiny in a way not yet defined.
While the curse, in all of its splendor, acts as a lead weight in your heart.
As well as a net for all the pain we can choose to feel.
A pain so hot, it burns away all of the love left in your heart.
Causing said recipient to try putting out the fire with sweet numbing liquid.
It works, though the solution is only temporary, needing constant reapplication.
Its during these times, we are tested.
A test of the metal of our character, refining you to be one perfectly broken being.
Now incapable of feeling the fire present in the our souls, the croak in the voice.
Of times long since past, numbed away from the slow burn of the sweet liquid.
I
When a spat leaves you blue-faced and chokin'
This advice may keep love's bond unbroken:
Don't go angry to bed,
Listen to what's being said
And not merely to what's being spoken.
II
A man marries then struggles the rest of his life
Trying to keep his home free from all worry and strife.
It won't enter his head
'til long after he's dead,
That he might should have wed a less extravagant wife.
III
A new wife was installed as the queen of her house,
And for a while quite content with no reason to grouse.
T'was a cruel trick of fate
When she found out, too late,
That her mate was a souse and a louse of a spouse.
IV
A husband, fed up with his wife's constant yammer,
Went ballistic and bashed out her brains with a hammer.
At his trial her removal
Won the jury's approval,
And his (suspended) sentence, six months in the slammer.
Oh woman, Oh warrior Of where does your strength come Years of life and living Experiences are where it's from Within my wings the wisdom does live My ancestors, spirit guides, family My wings lift me, never failing to give Providing for me the power to rise above Trials and tribulations I fear not on my path through life For within the wings that carry me is Love~~~~
As I sit here and think about it
so many scarred memories, crashing
waves are thoughts of fate
that have been scorched with denial
blinded by a pit of despair, lonlier everyday
hiding within myself, hard to face the truth
the wheels screech down the road,
a narrow path driving insanity circles
as I push the gas pedal, I choke on the shambles
realizing where I f***ed myself in life
but I cant change the past, etched in glass
shattered vows, drowning in a sewer
my innocence lost, the keys locked inside
a tortured mind sold every last integrity
dollar after dollar blown away by a gust
of advice that disappeared before accepting
I put my life on the line, russian roulette
foolish character flaw, strength beyond others
imagination lit a way out through trials
tribulations bleed the same miserable mistakes
walking through hell graceful on the tip
of an iceberg running barefoot, expectations
slip my mind as I fall into temptation
wanting to be a hero, beat the devil who
twisted my soul into a knot, roasting
spit of reflecting truth bears a self-identity
acceptance of what I didn’t want to believe
who I was, now close to rock bottom, suffering
humanity turned away from fighting against
losing battles watching people swallow shame
blame catches fire through accelerated lies
close to a chasm allowing death to come
tortured dreams left deep scars, regret
I must willingly sacrifice the hypnotized
desire for the trance that I didn't need help
begging, scraping my knees on an unclean
temple floor I created, still willing for hope
chasing opportunities to survive a slowly
bleeding heart pumping life, thoroughly giving
existence awakening a new sense of purpose
time to face my own demons aware
I will feast no longer on blind survival, slipping
through reality anew remains charred; yet, I learned
the struggle is real when you cannot commit.
Allowed for his glory.
The bound burden seems so heavy,
So brutal as if to chastise,
Though that is not its purpose.
To peel back the sinful man,
And replace with divine scars.
To wrench such commonalities,
And replace with a tempered soul.
To this end, only the blessed
Will have this world beaten from them.
Cast out to leave a vessel for his grace,
And fill with the whispers of the Lamb.
Dear traveler, hearken not for peace.
Pray for trials and tribulations of the Son,
That you too might know the strength,
And the power to bleed with thanksgiving.
Oh Lord, pluck from us boastful contempt.
My heart is sour with discouragement!
Grant me courage to trust in the Word,
And know what has been given.
In the quiet darkness, in a pool of tears,
On my knees, bowed in penitence,
Surrendering the dust from which I’m made.
I give thanks for His blessings are plentiful.
Look about at what inhumanity hath wrought
In vain we seek solace in a storming deluge
Have good intentions really been for naught?
In desperate straits we seek our refuge
Wraths ancient and new like thunder rage
Tearing the shelter we seek asunder
At a loss for words, both fool and sage
Silently assess humanity's blunder
No more do I seek shelter in brick or stone
For hatred tears all things apart
So here I stand unafraid and alone
Having faith in the light of a brand new start
I think the Lord is trying to kill me & only true depressed people can feel me, the energy in my spirit is getting to strong for my body it's like point blank from a AA-12 shotty
Some days I feel like evolving but I have Cobi & that would be a problem with no solving, some days I feel trapped in the trap with no strap no map just a wealth gap no cap , I'd rather go to jail for trying to provide for my child than for child support that would be wild
Walking down the hallway,
Seeing all the doorways,
And all the choices in one's life,
Making it difficult to choose,
The right room from all the others,
Bringing you the wisdom and truth,
From all the imperfections that are within us all,
Which sometimes makes us crawl,
On our hands and knees,
To discover what is right and survive,
In life as long as we can accept,
What life brings us all in our hearts,
Which we patiently accept all the pleasures,
And sacrifice much in our lives,
Which makes us correct our flaws,
Which is a big struggle,
Till we can open our eyes,
And see what we have to believe in,
Is greater than our lives can ever be,
Cause God created us all,
But the choices we make are ours to make,
To find the happiness,
But finding Him and believing in Him,
Is ours to be found and kept,
To find true happiness in our lives.
Walking down the hallway,
Seeing all the doorways,
And all the choices in life,
Making it difficult to choose,
The right room from the rest,
Bringing you the wisdom and truth,
For the imperfection that's within us all,
Which makes us crawl at times,
On our knees and our hands,
To discover what is right and survive,
In life as long as we can and accept,
What life brings us all in our hearts,
Which we patiently accept as pleasures,
And sacrifices as pains much in our lives,
To correct our flaws,
Which causes our struggles,
Till we can open our eyes,
And see what we have and believe,
That our life is greater than we ever know,
Cause God created it for us all,
But our choices are ours to make,
To find the happiness which is,
Ours to be kept.
By: John J. Hembree