Best Troubles Poems
My car is old and fallin apart
Sometimes it doesn't even want to start
It has a hood the color blue
I really wish for something new
A lotto win, a ton of cash
I'd buy a new one in a flash
Maybe with a little luck
It could be a pickup truck
Life is a continuous journey beset with troubles
So long we live in this universe,
Trouble becomes part and parcel of human experience
Life swings like a pendulum,
One moment swings towards favourable conditions;
That brings name,fame,gain,praises and merriment;
At another moment,unfavourable conditions curse,
Welcoming the loss,ill-fame,blame and pain
Panic no more!
Understand there are ways to clear sufferings,
None is hopelessly condemned to eternal misery,
Unless he himself allows it to be so.
Give away your realization to realise critically,
That all conditioned phenomenon like sufferings and troubles,
Arises not by the way of independent causes,
But it arises out of ones causes.
We can put an end to every form of sufferings,
It is by discovering the root causes of troubles
Do not disheartened by these futile miseries,
Instead act wisely in overcoming them,
No worldly-minded person are from suffering
There are no differences between wise and unwise,
But the manner in which he faces them differs.
Socrates, once faced his hot tempered wife's insults;
Defending her false accusation in a humorous way
Like Tagore prayed not to be shielded from dangers,
But to become fearless in facing it.
The great Buddha taught the world,
That sorrows are caused by our own actions,
And arise from our own ignorance.
Buddha showed how to remove sorrow,
But ourselves must work to gain happiness
Mind is the forerunner of all states
Mind is chief;mind-made are these states
Was what Buddha had preached to his followers.
Like prophet Muhammad accept faith as strength;
Adopting sorrow as a friend;
Using knowledge as a weapon;
And transforming patience as Garb and Virtue
Then the troubles will soon pass;
What had caused you to burst in tears today,
Will be forgotten tomorrow curving smiles on your face.
Do not let the past spoil your present happiness,
Whatever our troubles,however pressing they maybe,
Time will heal our wounds,
But besides leaving things to time,
It is ourselves to protect from hurting.
Maintain the peace in our mind
Don't allow people or troubles to drain energy away,
Since it is ourselves who creates our happiness not others.
transfixed
I stumble down
shifting halls of
my angst my
distress
a cold stale breath
stagnates and permeates
its doom
onto my essence.
beguiled
I entomb myself
in the moment
asphyxiating
flailing
clawing
grasping for
desperately
disintegrating walls.
abdicated
I capitulate to
the lair
that cold cavity
pit of dread
that
pool of tears
where my devotion
thrashes plangently.
interred
in the filth
of want
of need
of putrefying wonder
entombed within
every pore
every inch
of my desolation.
moribund
I turn to stone
my listless gaze
fixated ruefully
on the luminance
the far distant
light
where steadfast
dim hope resides.
No one to play with, what to do?
Shall I sit down to sulk and rue?
Shall I stand up and cry aloud?
Shall I go jogging midst the crowd?
Or shall I walk down to the zoo?
Well, let me think of what to do,
My swing - the best place to break through
All troubles that my mind do cloud,
No one to play...
The swing is my only friend true,
The solo place under the blue,
Where I can swing and sing so proud,
Where no other child is allowed,
Swinging freely like once I flew...
No one to play.
Image #1
08/01/18
I’d annihilate
the ascending sun
from the sky
incinerate the
eremitic moon
beyond recognition
eradicate
each and every
constellation from its
galaxy
decimate every
planet one
at
a
time
if I believed
that it would
give you one
instant of
respite
from the
savages gorging
on your essence.
When the world seems to me an unbearable place
And troubles weigh too heavily on my shoulders
And try as I may there can be found no solace
For my pain, my anguish, and my sorrow to soothe;
When I feel like God and the angels all conspired
To deny me the pleasures of wealth, friends, and fame
And thus alone I rue my fate and call for Death,
In silent cries, to come and my existence end.
Then I hear her voice and the clouds seem to dispel,
With gentle tones that pull my feet back on the ground.
Her kindness, patience, care, understanding, and love
Awaken me from brooding too much on the dark;
Her tender touch calms the storm brewing in my heart,
She drives away the raging demons from my mind.
Thus, when I no longer want to cling on to life
She comes to me and somehow things turn out right.
She lifts my mind from wallowing in misery
To a brighter and a more pleasant reverie.
September 29, 2024
Lower Fairview, Baguio City, Philippines
That mean old August sun
he just keeps on beating me down
The heat I am sweating from
makes me look like I have drown
A swig of water from a jug
an old rag to wipe my face
And Mr. Sun is smiling snug
it's only time I need to erase
I got troubles on my mind
and a world of endless time
No matter what I do
my thoughts linger back to you
Can a sin be amended
can a wrong be suspended
Nothing matters anymore
my life is spoken for
Dig a ditch, shovel a path
hit a rock, breaking your back
Long in the heat a body shimmers
like a ghost glows in ember
Never forget but refuse to remember
that for your love myself surrendered
Chained and locked away in time
I got troubles on my mind
“The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.”—Psalm 34:18 New International Version (NIV)
Little sparrow, what troubles Thee;
is it the stigma that You face?
Little sparrow, what pierces Thee;
is it the shame of Your disgrace?
Is it the brokenness that's in Your heart,
or the sorrows You can't outlive?
Is it the anguish that sets You apart,
or the hurt that holds You captive?
Whatsoever befalls You
is neither unfelt nor unknown;
know that God cares and calls You
when You're left out and all alone.
God will never forsake You
in Your time of great need;
God will never desert You
when You suffer or bleed.
I don’t like to eat my veggies
No carrots, beans, or peas.
And I don’t like to eat any salad
It’s full of gross green leaves.
I just don’t like the dirt
And all the bugs they’re carryin’.
All this wouldn’t matter….
But I’m a vegetarian!
Expressions live on, though my posters may fade.
"When life gives lemons, make lemonade"
urges me to persevere.
When troubles appear
I will just
steer
through. I must
not cater to fear.
I'll fight for all I hold dear.
Maxims have helped in choices I've made.
Expressions live on, though my posters may fade.
November 20, 2016, placed 8th in Brian Strand's Contest 239
Date: October 12, 2017
Contest Title: Never Going to Drag Me Down Placed 3rd
Sponsor: Julie Rodeheaver
July 11, 2020
entered in the Andaree--11 line Poetry Contest Placed 1st
Sponsor: Joseph May
July 15, 2022
entered in the 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 8 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mark Toney
Retaliatory Repercussions
by Sean Kelly
A young fertile mother begat
Triplets, called Tim, Tom and Tat
Great fun at breeding
Confusion at feeding
When she found there was no tit-for-tat
( Chosen because it made me laugh..Sean always does...)
Tubby Triplet Trouble
The triplets became very fat
Except for the one called Tat
He became very slim
"Cause he went to the gym
Tim and Tom thought him a brat
The fat ones started to cry
Thought about giving up pie
When Tat found a girl
And gave her a whirl
Their cravings started to die
For the Double Limerick contest...
Hiberty jiberty liberty lox.
Quivery livery shivery shin.
Naughty Pandora opened the box
And couldn't get all of the troubles back in.
Oh, briars of evil and nettles of sin.
Gaggles of sorrow, and worries in flocks.
Quivery livery shivery shin,
Hiberty jiberty liberty lox.
Little bird, what troubles thee
is it the worm in your belly
little bird, what pains thee
is it the worm of misery
is it the bitterness in your heart,
or the offense you can't forgive
is it the anguish that sets you apart,
or the hurt that holds you captive
is it the cancer of bitter love,
or the loss of deserved affection
is it the cruel withdrawal of
his tenderness and compassion
life is much too brief
and youthful love's even briefer still,
your forestalled relief
keeps you from seeing His eternal will
what befalls you
is neither unshared nor a mystery
God sheds His tears for you
in the midst of your painful agony
little bird, what troubles thee
is it the worm in your belly
little bird, what pains thee
is it the bane of misery
Silent footprints linger on
Angry souls are all but gone
Wishes made to ease the mind
Hopes that freedom they will find
A simple song that's out of tune
A pretty flower rests in gloom
Rose petals dance through symphonies
Loving children reach for needs
A grateful heart must realize
That joy falls not from the skies
We've gotta take our lives and run
The troubles here have just begun
Steam Train Troubles
Percival the steward of the train
Ordered foie gras and oysters too
But left them on the station platform like a fool
Wealthy customers will find this rather tedious
Trips from Switzerland to Germany can be quite mundane
There is plenty of coal though to keep the engine going
Steaming over rail and snow
Not too many murders are expected this go round
Business is much slower this time of year
Train travel lost its luster over time and customers as well
It is quieter with poorer clientele around
A handful of rich still occupy first class
Hang out about the open bar up there
Mr. Smith forgot his ticket
His wife is having an affair with Percival
The conductor wants them both arrested
For their blatant misconduct most unpleasant
Guns come out inside a tunnel entrance
Train covered sights and sounds inside the cab in there
When it exited, Percival was dead
Natural causes were to blame
With a bullet in his brain
Hundred dollar bills were scooped up from the floor
By witnesses who saw nothing but the trees outside
Steam engine rolled along the tracks as usual
Taking truth and reason with it through the snow
Created on 1/14/15 for Shadow Hamilton - “Railway Journeys” Poetry Contest