Best Troubled Poems
If my memory serves me well
you were once a friend of mine
need I remind you, pray do tell
a friend who overstepped the line
friend became lover became husband so fine
I'm longing now to feel your arms
Sailing amid memories divine
Right when I thought, I was over your charms
behind my eyes, beneath my skin, you twine
Like an almost forgotten memory
a song, your words combine
bridge across time, consoling me
over and over, our dreams align
troubled tho our paths maybe
water flows through sands of time, for me
I feel your love
Will you always feel mine?
ease the parting, herein-above
your gift, our love, define
mind and soul are thine.
27 February 2014
When I’ve had dark times in my life,
and need uplifting at times of strife
I listen to the words of this lovely song
and get comfort and aim to be strong
The path of life is winding not straight
Many troubles can be put down to fate
We need friends till our dying day
Who’ll be with us come what may
We all need good friends by our side
to dry sad tears, too many I’ve cried
They’ll be there any time that we need
Special friends to be cherished indeed!
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Light dances with the idea of love
the sharks circle at mere plight
of weakness but you cant kick out
a ballerina tiptoeing across rivers
red flowing with contemplation
and the final twin feather bed calling
Tomorrow's successes seduce
the captain's chair empty
he's gone out for air
backed up pickup but the limbs won't move
just need another reason for loving you
The walls are built by more than just an emperor
The chains are laced in verse of discrimination
but I'm building a bridge to you
just don't jump and leave us to clean up behind
and as the cock crows it's going to be alright
Cumbered with a load of care,
Not knowing with whom to share,
Struggling to cover my fears,
While my guilt and shame draw my demise near,
Abandoned by everyone even my dearest peers,
And at this point God tends to be very rare,
Life indeed has never been fair,
For my pain and torture has always caught me unprepared,
But every day I bow to my Maker and make a prayer,
As I believe one day this troubled life will see a different layer,
Why couldn’t we see the pain in his eyes?
If only we knew the truth behind the lies.
He was plummeting fast on life’s violent ride,
With nowhere for love in his heart to hide.
This wasn’t living — this was decay.
A soul eroding, day by day.
Seeing his own death as the only gift,
Praying the weight on his chest would lift.
He poisoned himself to numb the screams,
But the voices clawed deeper, tearing his dreams.
No silence. No peace. No way to cope —
Just shattered glass where there once was hope.
The moment arrived; the choice was made.
No light to follow, no one to save.
He closed his eyes, surrendered breath,
And let himself fall into the arms of death.
His body swung in the blackened night —
No angels came. No holy light.
Only stillness.
Only cold.
Only air thick with stories that won’t be told.
And now we stare at the space he left behind,
Wishing we’d seen the storm inside.
Because the cruelest truth we’ve come to know —
Is how silent a scream can be
Before it lets go.
Heal me, O Lord
And I shall be healed
Save me, O Lord
And I shall be saved
My heart is wicked
Who would know it
You, O Lord, would know
You, who search men's hearts
And find Righteousness or
Iniquity therein
You are my praise, O Lord
You, and not the physician
You, and not the medication
You, and You alone, can heal me
May the words of my mouth
And the meditations of my heart
Be acceptable in Your sight, O Lord
My soul be as humble as the dust of the Earth
In the twilight of troubled silence, where words melt into shadows,
I delve into the labyrinth of thoughts, writing the soul's silence in notes,
Each letter born from the pulse of my hands, keeping the secret enclosed in blood.
I let the words flow from my fingers, so they wouldn't turn into screams,
To preserve the quiet of the bitterness that would have burned my throat.
I wrote all my secrets, leaving my soul bare,
Spilling everything I knew, everything I never wanted to share.
Each whisper caught on papers, each secret forced to remain unspoken,
Thoughts that ran through my mind like a herd of endless sheep.
My soul was written in notes, as my blood turned into ink,
I wrote until my hands were blackened, and my mind remained empty,
Until every strand of pain gathered in mute words,
And my thoughts were too heavy to be spoken.
So, if you ever meet me, the girl with blood-like night,
Ask me about my secrets, the ones I was forced to write,
Under the mask of silence, ask me about those shadows that keep my soul,
About wounds that heal only on paper, left in the abyss of my silences.
In the evening lights, where the echoes of dreams float silently,
Find me lost among words, lost among silences,
And you will see that the magic of melancholy flows through my veins,
A sad fairy tale, an untold story written with the ink of my life.
Ask not what troubles my heart
nor try to cheer my soul
I have fallen into an abyss
of which I have no control
Solemn still my mind pains
my face sour and voice mute
drowning in waters of worry
to myself I am divided by dispute
What ails me woes me
self inflicted by stubborn will
to my own detriment
I foresee myself in hell
Yet I seek no solution
but cling to solitude
And any hand of kindness
to those I am rude
Choices made for selfishness
greed beckons at my door
No matter what I acquire
I am cursed by desire of more
People come and go
faces I seldom recall
Life empty and anguish
my senses have all dull
Cherish not what pleasures
for it will quickly fade
self pity haunts my spirit
alive in the grave I made.
If finding yourself means going it alone,
You shouldn’t—a fact that is painfully plain.
Need is a naturally human bemoan,
A collaboration helps you remain, a
Friend to those who also have needs to atone.
I'm clearing a path, a push straight ahead,
Sailing stress free in my life stem to stern.
Right where I should be, clarity widespread,
Behind me no wake or substantive churn.
Like all things in life from which one must glean,
A period of time flowing under
Bridge where it is swept quite far out to sea,
Over vastness like far distant thunder
Troubled and troubles, mere seconds they flee
Water healing life’s fires placed asunder.
I promise you one fact I now cherish
Will power alone is power itself, so
Ease your mind with the faith you’ll not perish
Your success assured, fear placed on the shelf
Mind over matter, peace you’ll inherit.
© David Wegman 2014
Submitted for Roy Jerden’s Poetry Contest: “Bridge Over Troubled Water - Word Acrostic”
Please Lord ease my troubled mind
Let my thoughts be peaceful and kind
Take my worries, cast them out
Keep me free from fear and doubt
Protect me Lord from evil and sin
Renew my patience when it wears thin
Give me the strength to forgive my foes
May you bring an end to my suffering and woes.
Love
is crossing an ocean of torment
trying to reach a river of dreams
...is it worth the voyage
Form: Naani
12/19/2017
As the Soldiers marched past proudly
Beneath the clear blue sky
Arms locked out, Thumbs pressed down
Arms swinging shoulder high
A cheering crowd had lined the route
As they often had before
To welcome back young heroes
Who had been away at war
They saw the crowds all cheering
And saw still in their mind
The death and devastation
Of the place they left behind
But with their mates they banter
About the things they have seen
And wonder if things had all gone differently
What actually might have been
What if that Land mine was not there
What if the Mortar had just missed
There would be one more at the bar,
Sat with us getting pissed
But time moves on and in the end
They end up out in Civvy street
Change uniform for casual clothes
And trainers on their feet
And even tho years go by
And the Army is left behind
Sometimes you're right back in the fight
Within your TROUBLED MIND
I used to be so happy,
Charismatic and full of joy.
But when age 11 came and passed,
It left behind a troubled boy.
A skeleton in my closet,
That just won't let me be.
I was so young and innocent,
Until a grown man stole that from me.
I hoped one day it would go away,
And I'd be at peace inside my skin.
But that faith would be short lived,
A week later when it happened again.
I try to put my past behind me,
And leave many words unspoken.
However the scars on my wrists and arms,
Remind me that I'm still broken.
The nightmares make me restless.
Pain and sorrow make me weak.
Flashbacks haunt my mind and soul,
And make it impossible to sleep.
I open my mouth and try to scream,
But no ones around to help.
It always seems when I need someone,
I'm left all by myself.
I try to pretend it never happened,
And fight through another day.
Its taken me fourteen years to see,
I'm never going to be okay.
So go ahead and laugh at me.
Call me a loser, weird, and crazy.
I'm not the happy boy I used to be,
I'm a troubled soul this world has made me.
I never asked to be this way.
I didn't want to cut my skin.
The feeling of a razor sliding down my arm,
Brought on a much needed peace within.
The demons that keep taunting me,
Show me undisputed proof.
No matter what I do in this life,
I'm never going to be like you.
I'll never be okay or normal,
When looked at through your eyes.
But what's normal for the spider,
Is chaos for the fly.
wood of oak and strength
bridge over troubled water
o'er tribulations
A child grows, but not the way you hoped
both strong willed and wayward thinking
troubled teens and young manhood
lead to a troubled life
drugs and a jail cell
anger and doubt
never heard
that screams
pain
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