Best Unburden Poems
Why A Poem Is More Than Ink On A Page
Why a poem is more than ink on a page
its heart, soul and sweet treasure at any age
can be expressing sorrows and deep rage
or gems of wisdom from a brilliant sage,
a singer that lyrics so sweetly move
or artist that dares to share cool groove
a magical huntress, for true romance
a bold gambler, willing to take a chance.
Why poems are more than just paper ink stained
they are truth, often from those painting, deep pained
they are treasures, from those with braver hearts
or valiant cast dreams from across star charts,
a warrior, singing of courageous deeds
or farmer, planting hope and true word seeds
a sailor, sailing through turbulent storms
a paper kids sitting in college dorms.
Why poems are gifts that the reader rewards
they are aces in life's hands of living cards
with wins that can benefit one and all
or valiant words sent to answer a call,
a lost soul, asking for some great relief
or sinner unburdening darkest grief
a lover, horribly lost in a maze
a phoenix rising from hot, fiery haze.
Why a poem is more than ink on a page
its heart, soul and sweet treasure at any age
can be expressing sorrows and deep rage
or gems of wisdom from a brilliant sage,
a singer that lyrics so sweetly move
or artist that dares to share cool groove
a magical huntress, for true romance
a bold gambler, willing to take a chance.
Robert J. Lindley, November 9th, 2000
edited, July 13th, 2006,
March 7th, 2020
Note: We write because we must, we write because we should,
we write because to not write is a heartache, we write to unburden
our souls, we write to give to others, we write to record we existed,
we write to say we are imperfect, we are loved, we are forgiven, we are hopeful, we are dreamers, we are artists, we are painters, we are craftsmen,
we are fighters, we are lost, we are found and we care about more than just ourselves, etc..
I would like to spill,
What is harbored in my soul.
I would like to say,
Things that no one really knows.
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I’d apologize to you,
In a measurement beyond the stars.
For not being there with you,
Has left my soul this scar.
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I’m reminded of the heartache,
From that dreadful day.
Of an ordinary time,
When God took you away.
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I would’ve quickly taken,
The fate that you have faced.
Than to see your children suffer,
Savoring sorrows aftertaste.
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If I had straps on my shoulders,
Attached to an antique plow.
You’d see deep ruts in the earth,
From the weight I carry now.
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I’m harvesting my burdens,
In my open fields of pain.
In the drought of happiness,
Awaiting a smiling rain.
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I’ve cultivated memories,
From the 3 years you’ve been gone.
Laying on glistening blades of grass,
That I cried on sorrow’s lawn.
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I reminisce on the tears,
That only my heart knows.
Waiting for bouquets of smiles,
From the seeds I just now sowed.
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I’m sorry you faced such madness,
Without me along your side.
And things could have been better,
Perhaps you would have survived.
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I’m sorry I didn’t call you,
To distract your vivid mind.
But I replay those what if’s,
All the freakin’ time.
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No one knows my heartache,
Of not biding my goodbye.
These are things I’ve harbored,
Way down, deep inside.
·
It feels like you’d still be here,
If I’d used my earthly power.
I’m sorry for not distracting you,
From your darkest hour.
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This is a poem I had to write,
To regain my inner control.
And release my encumbers,
To unburden my soul.
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You will always be my best friend,
A notion I’ll never condone.
You know I’ll await your answer,
When God calls me home.
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For Christie and Sharon's
"I'm Sorry" Contest
It was always there, rooted deeply, in my backyard.
That mighty oak, it was so beautiful, so noble, and strong.
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As a child, I would climb up into its arms, and sit there for hours finding comfort.
It became a part of me, its' spirit ran through me and we were as one.
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Through the years, as I grew older, I would take my burdens, and sit by my tree,
And, it would unburden me.
It was my pillar of strength,
~~~
Now the mighty oak lies toppled. I touch his withered limbs and cry.
And as his spirit rushes through me, I hear him say goodbye.
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And my world is changed for ever; it can never be the same.
For - tonight my father died.
Scrap the smoldering, winsome words
the lovely odd truce made of letters
found carved with the edge of an old pocket knife
on a strap made of metal and leather
Burn off the tarnish on platinum rings
engraved with the infernal: "LOVE"
found pulling limp loyalty up to it's feet
and then giving it a death dealing shove
Trip over shoes which should still be for dancing
and spin them right into the trash
found in the corner of the cluttered dark room
like a pack rat's incurable stash
Blow open windows long stuck closed with paint
Push all the junk to the sill
Unburden your soul of it's hideous secrets
and snatch back your sacred free will...
Unburden my life of desolation
the weight on my shoulders too heavy.
Can somebody please lighten my load
I am clearly needy and ready.
All my life never asked a soul
To really help me out
I got by inch by inch
by being gracious with no shout
There is a point when somebody breaks
no human is made of steel.
I've held in all my pain
More years than i can heal
when will there be a chapter
in this play i've been
That doesn't involve massive damage
Where i can just sit and grin.
I cant wait any longer
My life that was taken away
need to begin.
kristen bruni
Ga Ga over Green
This green parrot pecking the green coconut,
Under the shelter of long leafy huge tree,
sings ' Green de la Green'
On this velvet green bed, in the open, I lie,
I can feel green sucking my fatigue
Ooo la la,its a refreshing and healthy feeling,
These golden corn capsules atop the green field flutter,
The green grasshopper hangs around the green caterpillar,
Transparent pearly dew drops create an emerald green effect,
Green leaves had the honour to cover our predecessors,
Green Man of the Pagan period signified fertility,
My religion venerates peaceful green,
Green band of my country flag connotes hope,prosperity,
Green is pious,national,rejuvinating,,,,colour of life,
Ma ma mia,,I wanna sink into this green,
"O Green! ,unburden me,embrace me ,sanctify me",
Wake up world,save green and prefer to go green.
P.S-Green is connected tolife,youth and vitality.Ancient cultured Proto Indo Europeans got it started first.The word green is closely related to Old English verb "growan" means "to grow".
Contest:United coloures GREEN.
Sponsor:Silent One
02.03.2016
Seductive tones filter the slumbered night
swashes of seda fill up an accented view
swirls of honeysuckle flicker in the breeze
and again the beauty of you is inhaled
Strip down low to the bare essentials
drench your soul in the waters of me
embrace fully in the arms of self content
and unleash chaos holding a being at bay
Enter into my entranced persona offering
let sacred dreams spill over silent borders
unburden that heavy heart hidden away
guarded, we are not who we say we are
Life, you're a little more long tonight
a blast through a soft fleeting light
too fast, too soon, gone out sight
Love, you're a little forlorn tonight
a chill, but still, grasping for light
once tight, but now shaken with fright
Forefather's warm these strains
unburden me of my visceral pain
dare to make life, alive again
(A Tribute to Bruddah Iz: Hawaiian musician, singer, songwriter, and Hawaiian sovereignty activist May 20, 1959 – June 26, 1997) - Wikipedia
A soft sweet sound he strummed with glee:
“What a Wonderful World It Is!”
Such songs he sang for you and me.
A soft sweet sound he strummed with glee.
Hawaiian landscapes we could see
on hearing songs of Bruddah Iz.
A soft sweet sound he strummed with glee:
“What a Wonderful World It Is!”
His ukulele Iz still plays,
for he’s where peace and love abide,
and island sunsets are ablaze!
His ukulele Iz still plays.
“Over the Rainbow” he now stays
with angels singing on that side!
His ukulele Iz still plays,
for he’s where peace and love abide.
Nov. 6, 2022
for Writing Challenge - Unburden a ''U'' Word- Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
YOURS FAITHFULLY
I know with all my heart and being,
That I don’t know everything,
How can one think they are so wise,
If you do, you’re in for a surprise!
Only One knows our future, our fate,
Smell the coffee before it’s too late,
Confess Kneel down on bended knee,
And He will unburden you to be free,
Be strong, stand up for what you feel,
Be positive, take action, this is real,
If your soul needs help just ask for Him,
He’ll help you out, life’s not so grim,
Drown in your faith and then let go,
Let it surround you, feel its flow,
For then you truly have been saved,
Your journey now is blessed, light paved!
When I am physically weak,
And have a lot of pain,
Feeling so worn out and sick,
And under a lot of strain;
Oh! I need a strong shoulder
To lean on and bury my tears,
To comfort and make me bolder,
And wipe away all my fears.
When I'm tired and oh so weary,
With troubles to bend my back,
When life seems so very dreary,
And courage I do lack;
Oh! I need strong loving hands
To unburden me gently,
To lead me across this desert's sands,
And to refresh me mentally.
When I'm all set and prepared to die,
To go across death's dark vale,
Ready to rest, to peacefully lie,
And put an end to my painful tale;
Oh! What joy and peace to see
My loving Shepherd, with arms open wide,
Watching and waiting just for me,
To take me to His nail-pierced side.
Oh! My Saviour! How great to be
Carried on His shoulders strong,
With His loving hands enfolding me,
As I sing along a brand new song.
With renewed strength and refreshed hope,
I wait on Him, as life goes on,
With troubles and tears, now I'm able to cope,
As I look forward to that new dawn.
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14.5.2011
why is it I never in my life gave cadence as to critic another poets work
yet they find it perfectly acceptable to rate my own submissions
they aren't Jesus they don't walk on water so why should I bother with them
some are intellectualized wandering wizards others need attention like a baby
there I gave you your treat so wander back to your warm spot and shut your mouths
it doesn't help me when you crtic it just makes me think of what a perfect ass you are
going off someone cause of stupid grammattical errors we can't take it with us when we die
they themselves are mister perfect never doing anything wrong
see positive enforcement strengthens the heart where as negativity brings you down
plus who are they anyways:
Stay optimistic, even if you're
facing a set back. There are
many stages we go through in
our lives, but we manage, to get
back, on track. All good things
are possible, if you have
confidence in yourself and do as
much as you can. No one has
accomplished anything, in one day,
there has to be, a plan! Establishing
a routine, takes time, but it can lead
to many big opportunities, down the
road. At this point, you're bound to
find a way, to unburden, your heavy
load!
Let the good times outshine the bad times
Let the laughter drown out the tears
Let the light chase away the darkness including all your fears...
Turn your pain into strength and smile for you are alive, making all things possible but only possible if you try.
The critic is the frustrated wannabe who picks at others to compensate for his insecurities and to boost his delusions of grandeur. Most are moderately adequate poets at best and find it pleasurable to take it out on those who have some talent….Leave them on the “ignore” shelf.
Stay optimistic, even if you're
facing a set back. There are
many stages we go through in
our lives, but we manage, to get
back, on track. All good things
are possible, if you have
confidence in yourself and do as
much as you can. No one has
accomplished anything, in one day,
there has to be, a plan! Establishing
a routine, takes time, but it can lead
to many big opportunities, down the
road. At this point, you're bound to
find a way, to unburden, your heavy
load!
Let the good times outshine the bad times
Let the laughter drown out the tears
Let the light chase away the darkness including all your fears...
Turn your pain into strength and smile for you are alive, making all things possible but only possible if you try.
The choices we make sometimes turn out wrong
Days and nights seem to last so long
Sadness and pain begin to take control
Regret is an acid that eats away your soul
When you've given all you have to give
Then struggle to find reasons to live
Now you find your life is void of love
With your arms outstretched to the stars above
Tears flow freely as you feel the loss
There are still bridges you need to cross
Mixed with sunshine there is always rain
Mixed with loss there is always gain.
You climb that mountain. You walk that road
You unburden yourself of that heavy load
Another sunrise will come your way
New horizons will make your day.
I carry generational tears I didn’t even cry
Carry the weight of the curses, I don’t even know why
The traumas, the struggles, the lessons to be learned
The biggest one of all: Don’t leave any stone unturned
For every drop of blood that’s been drawn and bled
And for every single tear that’s been emotionally shed
It’s a reminder of the things that’s been left unsaid
And of all the things that we’ve tried to leave for dead
It’s time to wake up and it’s time to act fast
It’s time to unbury the skeletons of our pasts
It’s time to break the chains and throw away the key
It’s time to unburden those that live on after me