Best Unburdening 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..
"As water flows down when a faucet is turned on, thoughts and feelings pour out into a journal cleansing the heart" ~ By Poet
I keep a journal, a treasure chest of memories.
Where I record each day’s activities
Where I divulge my innermost secrets
As my feelings overflow into each blank page,
I get the therapeutic effect of unburdening my heart.
Though I scrawl down in messy hand,
It is a slice of my heart and I treasure it,
More than any other document I have.
Every day I empty my heart into its pages,
My pen bleeds words in red.
I paint me as I am, honest and truthful.
I don’t want to be a sham.
Here I lay bare my life,
Fraught with aches, dotted with smiles.
My longings and my heart aches
My expectations, my disappointments
My triumphs, my defeats
My search through every nook n’ cranny for success
My plunge into the nadir of despair on defeat
My moments of escalating joy
My dark hours of crippling distress
Everything I want to be,
Everything I fail to be.
Journaling, poetry, and prayer fill my day.
They help me keep all my boredom away!
I fight
a battle against tempestuous wind
fury the earth’s ablaze in feverish sky
and I survivor
search for home
through singed lenses
starved for one love
(little girl dreams never die)
I lean into hell's breath feel its fury
stems bend determined to give
the tempest an offering
petal by petal
golden flights of favor
I lose my phantom limbs
praise a fleeting feeling grief (sweet relief)
freedom unburdening
I mark my trails with tears
soldiers unfurl (I am one)
ready to charge
solid gold into
blazing, wind-beaten sky
wisps of fragility beautify hostile views
over my shoulder
golden crests of hope
unbreakable stems strengthen
blue skies tinged heave and hurl
a fantasy of
cotton white clouds in peaceful sleep
It’s all I see my armor
my lily-white peace
In battle a faceless enemy
exhumes victim’s scarred bodies
I stand unyielding ready to find hope in tears lost
I believe what doesn’t kill me
feeds my soul
pours from my pen
Fury visits from a long gone past
hateful words fuel resentment
until forgiveness flickers -
a soft light within catches fire
still, stormy nights deepen terror
sucks me back into
blusters of memory
between mire and soiled sky
A wildflower’s spirit bends
(victim no more)
upon an unbreakable stem
(never surrender)
Fearless one of many golden-crests
Survivors are we
Do you ever wonder why old people cry?
reasons unknown to you and I
here are some thoughts that come to mind
there are many more I'm sure you will find.
A well loved son killed in the war
now only a photo kept in a drawer.
A family pet who gave so much pleasure
just a precious memory that will live forever.
A silly quarrel with a once dear friend ..
regretted now, but too late to mend.
Little children who once sat on their knee
Now all grown up ,too busy to call,or off on a spree
Holidays and outings with friends and lovers
brings back happy memories of exciting things discovered
.
A day at the races for the first time ever
I chose the winner, you chose the other
I laughed at you and called you a loser
You took the huff and stomped off to the boozer!
Our old cat, Fluff , who caught many a mouse
and scared us to death bringing a live rat in the house.
A chat with a neighbour by the garden gate
unburdening all our woes,
of war and rations friends and allies
and who we thought were foes
Old fiends drifting past in our mind's eye
we thought it would never end and one day would say goodbye
But it does.
That holiday in Spain where you taught me to dance
The Pasadobla, the Tango...or was that in France ?,
Days at the beach when the children were small
building sandcastles , eating ice cream, sunburn and all.
trying to teach them all to swim, the splashing the shrieks, they made such a din.
Our daughter was wed at twenty three
and prouder parents there never could be,
two years later she had a son who did not last the year,
the grief felt by all was immeasurable 'twas almost too much to bear.
Time hangs heavy now I've lost my spouse
the ghosts and memories haunt the house,
so don't wonder as we age lost in memories of times gone by
So now you know why old people cry.
Arlene Phillips 2018 ©
Make the best use of time,
Keep your faith aglow;
While it's still daylight,
Take on a new glow.
You can make it anywhere,
Keep your heart open to a dream;
God's blessings never run dry,
Just hold on to your dream.
In times like these,
Don't wait for good things to happen;
Get your life in shape,
The best is yet to happen.
Whichever way the wind blows,
Serve the Lord with a joyful heart;
Trust God, hope at daybreak,
Standing tall, at day's start.
Even if it takes a lifetime,
Looking ahead, unburdening;
Keep to yourself, after a storm,
Till victory comes shining.
NOTE: It's a tribute to Brother Nick P. Tiosen. All the lines are titles of the 24
selected poems from the 101 heartwarming
poems from the book EVEN IF IT TAKES A LIFETIME
penned by Brother Nicanor P. Tiosen,
my former mentor. All credits are given to him.)
As I took the road to yesterday,
your saddened face appeared,
showing me the man you lived with
was not the place where you belonged.
New experiences give us insight into ourselves.
They also open new worlds to new anxieties,
but we can’t go on thinking that clouds are heaven
and that heaven is a sanctuary for a pained heart.
That heavenly road derailed me
from my perceived need to go home again to be with you.
I know you’re not there, gone to where I can’t find you,
where I dare not follow.
My yesterday’s roads have dead ended and will not bring us together.
It is futile to lament that which wasn’t to be.
We had our chance to find the golden chalice,
but God chose a different path for you.
My mind knows
you've gone to some other place,
unknown place where I'm not
leaving my heart aching with sadness and anguish.
Eternity will cry,
forever will seem endless,
ultimately, extinguishing the light in my heart,
but unburdening my mind
shoving me toward my destiny.
I have moved on from yesterday’s history,
to find the days are the same and he nights excruciating
the rain still falls and makes mud, the sun shines bright blinding me
and the moon still cowers behind my nightmares.
I remember our yesterdays and my heart overflowing with joy
but suddenly last night in an innocuous dream
I became aware yesterday’s roads are just memories,
memories leading to no exits.
Life’s cyclic existence from death to rebirth
best understood this season of burgeoning.
Flora, as Phoenix, rises from the sodden earth
in graceful flourish of death unburdening
itself with fritillaries flashing its worth
and earning its illustrious guerdoning.
Season of bursting verdant new beginnings.
Showy production of clever Spring’s winnings.
Bold lilies and crocus burst in brilliance,
anticipating full Spring’s warming sunlight,
with yellow, white, and purple resilience
from wintry soil in Spring’s comforting delight.
The signals of Winter and Spring consilience,
ground covered in a kaleidoscopic sight.
Winter behind, Spring eagerly looks forward,
charges persistently with ebullience onward.
Walking the path with otherness;
not achieving anything,
I, condemned, to remain solitary, decline
to join the gods of a crowd. So that
my sun, remains shadowless.
No, it is not the final verdict.
I was always incomplete, unburdening
my cipher, failing against the blood
that demanded uninterrupted flow, blending
right and wrong. My words were too much
to say No. The melting snow remembered
the names of the trees. On the breast of
earth a signature theme plucks the
grass to make way for the rose beds. This
makes no secret of betrayal.
Less prudent, I blunder, try to untie myself
from future, and become little me, playing
with the mask of present, carrying my blankness
to become hungry again, for the knowledge
which was never my fatal being.
SATISH VERMA
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Imagine A thread
Imagine Beads on them
Imagine Beads in sequence
Imagine Beads as tiny vessels
As pots. Pots Looking upwards
In Pots In them There is space
The Space
Voids
To be filled
There are Wants
and Needs. Containers
On thread
They await
The Wants
and Desires
to be fulfilled
To Be Full. Complete
To be filled with Life’s
Earthly Experiences
Fulfillments Contentment
It is A long bucket list
Gradually the pots fill
To the brim. Overflows
Can not contain anymore
Thread feels stretched
Thread squeaks
At a moment
The pot inverts
Turns upside down It drains out
All those precious things All contained
ALL. Is emptied
Shock
Hurt
PAIN
Empty
Pots
As
Beads
Are now inverted
Not to receive Anymore
The binding threads lighter
Unburdened free light in Joy
Free From Desires is Delight
The vessels will not Contain
Thoughts flow over ‘em
Stick no more
No more weight on
The Connecting Thread
It
was
Time-Wait
Experience in
Unburdening
Of Weight
Painless metamorphosis,
wrapped in precious memories fading
No more chrysalis tears formed on the inside,
only blank stares
leading idle long flights to nowhere ...
Vacant whims drifting on a placid smile outside
Strange faces have a distant feel of familiarity,
but mothball unawareness
has eaten away at a lost, closed closet memory
Holey be those strained recollections ...
The agitated, sad faces are always
playing oddly haunting music —
Trying to get an emotional connection
The cocoon of forgetfulness
is so comforting ... guilt-free bound unburdening
Fading memories
is a painless metamorphosis
Alzheimer butterfly
soaring aimlessly on an ill cursed flight
Only pure silken threads of brief remembrance
frightens the calm occasionally at night
Blank thoughts
wrapped in a wet blanket of irrelevance
Important things
have long been grey matter buried since
On a dying descent,
proboscis curiosity last rite memento taste
the nectar kiss from a weeping stranger’s rosy lips
A fluttering memory of lucidity
gets taken by a paralyzing, black widow eraser grip
Alzheimer butterfly
permanently resting from it’s mindless flight,
with an unfathomable, wingless sigh
The dark cocoon sleep: chrysalis past deprived
yields to the vast void of a starlit sky
No more awakening to an empty question why
June 5 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Psalms 74-77
Key Verse – Psalm 74:12 For God is my King of old, working salvation in the midst of the earth.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY SAVIOUR KING
Lord God, You are my Saviour King…
upholding me by Your assured inheritance
Thank You for untying me from hell’s chain through Your love’s assistance
Upon Your salvation for my biblical faith’s stance
Unto Your truth, far from unbelief’s chaotic distance.
Lord God, You are my Saviour King…
uplifting me toward Your conversion-light
Thank You for unshackling me from worthlessness by Your deliverance-might
Upon Your precepts always teaching me to walk on paths that are right
Unto Your borders of standards set for spiritual height.
Lord God, You are my Saviour King…
upbringing me around Your blessed covenant
Thank You for unyoking me from troubles that make me wearily pant
Upon Your leadership as my wise Commandant
Unto Your commission I must obey with submission You require and want.
Lord God, You are my Saviour King…
updating me with Your miracles’ wondrousness
Thank You for unclasping me from destruction of selfishness and haughtiness
Upon Your pardon because of Your loving kindness
Unto Your pillars of graciousness I should testify along service-earnestness.
Lord God, You are my Saviour King…
upgrading me through Your granted contentment
Thank You for unbinding me from sin-infirmities by Your mercy’s settlement
Upon Your favour with Your promised fulfillment
Unto Your direction that propels my ministry-involvement.
Lord God, You are my Saviour King…
unfailing is Your goodness that leads me toward Your throne of supplication
Thank You for unburdening me along Your answers to my prayer and devotion
Upon Your altar where I seek You with commitment’s dedication
Unto Your fellowship so I can enjoy bliss of redemption.
Lord God, You are my Saviour King…
uniting me to Your church family
Thank You for unplugging me from worldliness by Your Word steadfastly
Upon Your power for stewardship faithfully
Unto Your glory I exalt honourably.
June 5, 2023
Among our three dogs of mongrel breed
that mingle well with kittens
in their jubilant mood
our African birds give us delight
cheering us while in their cage, verily secured.
Through their guarding prowess
our dogs keep us physically protected
while barking unceasingly
signaling presence of strangers
indeed warning us with their distinct siren.
Midst everyday undertakings
our birds as a couple cause us to giggle
letting our special child burst into contagious mirth
as they pirouette in graceful partnership
showing enthusiastic vibrancy.
In their capacity to provide blissful companionship
our dogs: Aleli, and puppies, Machiato and Mocha
plus our birds, Mr. Blest and Mrs. Blessie ---
--- give us valuable de-stressing relief
unburdening our minds, soothing us from pressures.
Altogether, our peace-bestowing pets are blessings from God
Thankful* are we for they are fulfilling their roles accordingly:
Our circumspect dogs in their years of diligent warning endeavours
And our vivacious birds in their more than a decade
of joyous “tweet engagements.”
*Colossians 3:15 And let the peace of God rule in your hearts, to the which also ye are called in one body; and be ye thankful.
February 13, 2020
3rd place, "My companion and close friend that never complains" Poetry Contest; Sponsored by Eve Roper; judged on 2/18/2020.
A new campaign for mental health
Is aimed to be reveally.
This New York website asks the question –
So, “How are you really?”
For everyone is not okay
Though some pretend they’re steely.
To get more folks to open up,
There’s now “How are you really?”
By phone or twitter one can join
Since each of us, ideally,
Has lots to say about our lives
When asked, “How are you really?”
Unburdening the truth inside,
Once viewed as “touchy feely,”
May help us thus connect and cope
For none feel normal – really!
Endless sorrow and great danger
Beautiful city filled with blood
The redness will end, so will the dispersing blood
Right or wrong will be a luxury for the weak
Like few waves coursing the calm sea
Battling the fear of chaos
ladened heart harboured
misery, hatred, bitterness
Spreading like wild night fires
Conflicting emotions littered heart's dreams
Confessing concealed pains from its archive
awaiting the purgatory that comes therewith
neither grace nor resentment
Hold aloft the horn of hope
blowing till not a grasp of air left
unburdening the worries that piled as _Olumo_
calling to the heaven, payment to the collar
solace not lost but sold on auction
who have been to the other side and back?......
With him beside me, recklessness intensified
I knew a wildness which colored my spirit purple
A color I know would begin to describe me inside
The way that it feels to know this uninhibitedness
~~~
With him beside me, there was a license for freedom
I knew waves of unrestrained joy and acceptance
Feelings that taught me what it means to be so alive
Filled with the assurance that I need feel no reserve
~~~
With him beside me, control was never truly known
I knew what it meant to be delighted by my insights
Enchanted by the beautiful inspirations that soothed me
Creating a tapestry of vivid emotions flowing within
~~~
With him beside me, unruliness brought enlightenment
I knew feelings of pure passion that thrust me forward
Caressing my dreams with a gentle madness of creativity
Keeping me aware that the insanity could breathe life to free
~~~
With him beside me, liberation from worry soothed my anxieties
I knew the sweet release from lost hopes and desperate worrying
Freedom brought about in me ~ relief that surrounded my heart
Pushing me to keep believing in the joy that had cured me
~~~
With him beside me, I could let go of all the past pain and hurt
I knew what it means to be healed and move on toward tomorrow
Where I could begin to see the light that streams from heaven
Flowing down to earth in colors so intense and mellow they beckon
~~~
With him beside me, intemperance could never touch my dreams
I knew that greed would pass over me without existing in me
Reassuring me that my faith would be enough to complete and create
A river of joyful rapids which fell across my heart to console all losses
~~~
With him beside me, ridding me of the feelings that depressed me
I knew what it means to share my deepest dreams, beliefs and wisdom
Unburdening my soul with friendship which would always console
Bringing about true joy, kindness and a sense of real compassion
Thesaurus - Abandon or Abandoned Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Dear Heart
Written and Posted on June 14, 2020