Best Weak Poems
(PoetrySoup Format)
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While your name is being traced beside mine, as I speak,
your words seem to take shape and then rearrange my breathing.
The second I am lost in the maze that is you, eagerly searching,
the wind finds your whisper of, “I Need You” … and I become weak.
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Longing for your touch
~A romantic scribble ~
Sunday December 19th, 2021- Poem of the Week
The small pebble sinks,
The Huge steel ship floats and sails,
lost and found in waves.
Charma
When I think of the plight that children face all over the world
I just want to cry
Hunger starts and ends their everyday
As many of us continue to waste away
The scraps that we toss could save a child’s life
I’ll tell you the human race is nothing nice
We have no problem spending trillions on war
As children starve to death outside a millionaires store
They put locks on the dumpsters to keep them out
To greedy to give what they are throwing out
I watched a show just the other day
That showed Children just wasting away
Right there in their mothers arms
As I ate my giant bowl of lucky charms
Pirates raiding off the Somalia Coast
Because their children’s eyes are hollow as a ghost
If my Children were starving these words are true
Captain Hook wouldn’t hold a light to you know who
I think in the overhaul scheme of wrong and right
Mankind in general has lost all sight
Could you imagine kissing your child’s last breath?
The rich get richer as they starve to death
So as you all tuck your kids into bed tonight
Kids all over the world will lose their fight
They will simply lie down and die
To hungry to fight to weak to cry
Shelters that feed the Hungry are in every
town, when was the last time that you gave
something. No person is any greater than the
depth of their compassion. To give is to receive
for there is no greater blessing in this life. Keep
what you need and give the rest and the Lord will
make sure you never run out. God Bless, MJ
Written for Sami's contest
Written for my heart, my son, Kyle
Wash me gentle in the river –
Ease me on down with care.
I’m an emotional giver –
It’s my song in the air.
Dry me smooth upon shore’s sliver -
Warm away my despair.
Constant tears are in my eyes,
but I’ll deny that I cry.
God loves me inside and out,
He knows what I’m all about,
but I can’t settle the shout
that sticks down inside my throat
and threatens to choke me dry.
Emotions lacking corners
have only circle borders
and trap me in feelings bleak.
Searching answers to know order
leaves me sadly limp and weak.
First I prayed, but now I rage:
oh, dear God, please turn this page.
World, you allowed darkness,
with its brutal hurtful hiss,
to maim the child life of his.
Harsh cruelness such as this
brought me to my knees
with a Mother’s enraged pleas.
Wash me gentle in the river –
Ease me on down with care.
I’m an emotional giver –
It’s my song in the air.
Dry me smooth upon shore’s sliver -
Warm away my despair.
To err is human, to persist is the devil’s way
God forgives us, so some act in a godlike way
Though seems difficult, but a good doctrine
To err is human, to forgive is divine with option.
Suppose a man slaps you on your left cheek
Offer the right one? Will you hit him back?
Perseverance is the diabolical two-way notion
Err is human; to forgive is divine with option.
Message of the English bard in Measure for Measure
“Judge not lest ye be judged” of Matthew’s Chapter
The Duke judging Isabella’s forgiveness notion
To err is human, to forgive is divine with option.
Ireland case of wrong breast cancer operation
Diagnosis of the cancer is hard said the surgeon
Reacted pathologist, smile, unfair to sue surgeon
To err is human; to forgive is divine with option.
Laugh when you can, apologize when you ought,
But let the things go of what you cannot convert.
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First place win in:
Contest: To err is human forgive divine by Audrey Carey
I down poison and sleep for days
trying to take the heart ache away
I swallow rasorblades to take the headaches away
but nothing matters its always the same
what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger
liar liar pants on fire!!!!
Overdosed and dieing
survived it and now paying with liver damage and internal bleeding
The car crash of the drunk driver
how relaxing
nail biting aftermath
and another reason to go out and party
for the celebration
of the alcoholic
who just took the life of his best friend
I'm the victom
I'm the victom
I'm the victom he says
but low and behold the survivors in the other vehicle
stronger than ever
all crippled and in wheel chairs
know that
they should really thank the drunk driver and condemn
all the hippocrits who know nothing of survival
so here i am
wishing to be more strong
why bother to exercise
they surely have it all wrong
why pay attention to science any way
all those cliches can tell you about apples and sunshine
but we know what doesn't kill you makes you stronger
so i think I'll cut off my leg
go play in traffic
or fight the wars by doing too much drugs
the place inside the fire can tell you
what doesn't kill you will only make you strong
A second lease on life
a new found reason to get up and go
and find god and praise life
and all the things i should have done
and all the newfound glorious reasons to cry
why oh why oh why oh why
thank you lord thank you Jesus
thank you wars thank you liars thank you lies
thank you doctors thank you poets
thank you psychologists
thank you preachers for truly understanding an age old cliche
I'll peel off this apple to keep the doctor away throw out the core
and know
if it doesn't kill me
I'm probably just weak
and after all the rehabilitation and speach therapy i still don't feel like me
This is originally a song. I wrote it early last year-- thank you, Justin Bordner, for the fantastic title!
Why are you crying?
You put this on yourself
Why are you sighing?
You knew the outcome well
You expressed your feelings
And everything went wrong
You tore up the meaning
That love will keep you strong
You try but you never succeed
And you soon find out this was all for me
As you try to believe in yourself all you wanna do is hate yourself
And you cry and you fall and you slam your head against the wall
And you know that he'll never really see
Because he never really wanted to see
At all
Dance on his heart now
And make sure that he sees
Smile and take a bow
When you feel you're on your knees
Watch as your thoughts yearn
As he walks straight out the door
You've made a right turn
But it doesn't matter anymore
You try but you never succeed
And you soon find out this was all for me
As you try to believe in yourself all you wanna do is hate yourself
And you cry and you fall and you slam your head against the wall
Cause you know that he'll never really see
Because he never really wanted to see
At all
And I try and I try and I try and I try and I try
And I try and I try and I try and I try and I try
The people of the state oppressed
should have a referdum by rights
God given unto them by speech
words draws the sword
To back anything worth considering
on this issue with the pros and cons
highlighted truth a must
Leaving nowhere for a reason to worry
exposing side affects
unto the genetic code nothing hidden
as this is an elitist group
Formed by bankers funding
Trying to muscle into world trade
with gmo foods and steroid filled beef
with ill regards to human fatalities
as money is the only agenda
That knows no status or good will
on the table that drives their engine forward
before health is taken into consideration
,A Knock at the Door,
,*This is a dark poem, but it is a true story about how I was raped by a former friend on my birthday.,
As dusk sweeps away the afternoon sun
The skies will grow gradually dark
Perhaps some glittery stars strewn about
And the moonlight’s reliable spark
For most, this cycle of day and night seems
Too mundane to evoke much alarm
However, a few who have suffered the night
Fear darkness sides nicely with harm
When trauma comes knocking, no matter how wise
A victim may open the door
For caution and innocence cannot protect
Ill-intent from a friend known before
The strength of his arms as he pushes you down
Leaving bruises on your pale, white skin
Tearing your bottoms just wide enough
To bully room for an unwelcome in
“No” floats meaningless, as do your cries
As he enters you roughly instead
Pleas fall on deaf ears as he grunts and moans
You weep and imagine you’re dead
When he’s done, you are useless, he stands
You pray now he’ll just go away
As he walks out into the darkness
One last sting when he moans, “Happy birthday.”
--Meghan C. Hutchings
YOU’RE THE WEAK ONE
You’re the weak one, you’re a bully. The weak one is definitely
not me.
The bully is always the weak one, but your weakness you can’t
seem to see.
So, I’m going to try to shed a little light on your weak and inappropriate ways.
Your weakness began on your first bullying day.
Your false sense of power is not strength at all; it is a cry for help desperately trying to break through.
I actually feel a little sorry for you.
Weak kids like you always seek to find other kids they can dominate.
Bullies do this with vicious words, inappropriate actions, and misguided hate.
Is being a weak bully the banner you want to carry for the rest of your life?
Get rid of the bully banner forever; take up a banner that shows respect,
understanding, and tolerance for others, and always hold that one very high.
Al Johnson
Kills me to ignore your phone calls
When I long to hear your voice
Its torment having to delete your text messages
When I really want to read what you have to say
It destroys me not keeping in contact with you
Knowing that I want to be with you the most
But I have to do what’s best for me
And let you go
So when I get weak and want to pick up the phone
I pick up a pen instead and write you
Then seal it with a kiss and throw it in the fire place
And that hurts me too
I just want to let you know that you will never be deleted
You always will have a special place in my heart
And I keep your memories with me always
So although I don’t talk to you directly
I speak to you as I look out the windowsill
Even though I don’t read your text
I pretend to read imaginary ones from you
And although we have no contact at all
I pray to God for you
I don’t hate you at all and would love to be your friend
But my heart is broken and it’s going to take time to mend
So from now on I rely on God to take care of you
But I hope you never forget that I love you
It hurts so much that I have to let you go
But love, in my heart you never left
“Do you like yabbies?” Barry asked. I replied “Are you sick!
I’d just like to ask you; now is the Pope a Catholic?” …
So we headed off across the ranges, where Barry’s cousin Ray,
had a dam that’s full of them on a property near Yea.
There’s no sophisticated fishing gear that we needed to get.
Just a stocking, string, piece of meat; plus a wobbly old scoop net.
The dam was quite a big one with tussocks growing ‘round the rim.
Within an hour I had scooped a bucket filled up to the brim.
We knocked off to have some lunch and to have a beer or two.
but in that hour we sat down we knocked down quite a few.
When I resumed my ‘yabbying’, my head’s spinning like a top,
and then I saw a frightening sight that made me quickly stop.
A big brown snake was sunning, between me and the dam.
The beer had made me brave enough to give this bloke a slam.
I picked up an old dry limb and gave it one tremendous whack;
it squirmed and twisted in death thro’s; then lay dead upon its back.
Barry claimed I was a hero when he’d seen what I had done,
not many tackle brown snakes; they slide faster than we run.
“Is that so” I said to him, and was sobering ‘quick smart’,
watching Barry in his stupor pick up the snake and play his part.
He opened up the mouth and then he got out his pocket knife.
Put the blade behind a needle fang, “Here’s what takes your life”.
Then said “I ought to skin him; it’s prob’ly worth a ‘pretty pound”.
Then just for fun he grabbed the tail and swung it ‘round and ‘round.
“Be careful mate!” I turned and ran; making sure, I’m out of the way.
“What’s the matter?” Barry laughed. “This mongrel’s had its day.
I‘ll show you something else” and held the snake behind the neck,
then put its head into his mouth; then he gave it’s nose a ‘peck’.
Barry seen that I was nervous; that he held me in his palm.
He watched me flinch and shiver when he wrapped it ‘round his arm.
“Ah that’s enough” he grinned, but I reckon he’d been rash,
then he swung it high into the air. We watched it fall and splash.
Barry laughed, “That’s ‘gunna’ give the yabbies quite a feed”.
Then something happened in the water that Barry didn’t need.
We turned to walk back to our strings - Barry’s face turned ashen grey.
It took a while reviving him when the brown snake swam away.
Alone and Weak
When I feel alone and weak
I read your word and seek
While your so eager to teach
No further than just a reach
Always by our side
Leading the way down the path
Serving as a comforter and guide
Claiming and protecting us from the wrath
Lord you are the only way
Any saying other have gone astray
I feel your presence get stronger and stronger
As I pray it will not be much longer
When you will wipe away these tears
Turning them to joy and cheers
I see many signs taking place
As you teach to hold on and endure the race
Those who you can call your friend
Will stick it out till the end
I saw by your faith all I need
As you came and planted seeds
While protecting them from the weeds
I hear you calling
And I let you in to change my desires
No longer chasing the worlds delights
But trying to reflect you to shine bright
As you gave the world sight
As I, Their Weak And Soft Human Flesh, Sat To Eat
I have seen stars blown to dust, red moons rising steep
lives taken by the billions where death is a must.
Candles burnt out , before their red moon falls to sleep,
great empires destroyed, their monuments turned to rust.
I have walked blood-soaked alleys with neck bone in hand
bleached white bones crushing under my stomping feet.
Seen millions die making futile heroic last stands
as I, their soft and weak human flesh, sat to eat.
My name is Power- greed , pride, lust are my black game,
cherishing each hour my evil desires are met.
Men have called me many great and dastardly names
paid that heavy price as death wins my every bet.
So few can resist my alluring and dark charms
As my temptations brings lost souls into my arms.
R.J. Lindley,
July 25th 1977
Syllables Per Line:
12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
Total # Syllables: 169
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 134
(edited today before posting to meet uniform 12 syllable verse count)
Old Note- From my private journal 7-25-1977...
Wrote a dark one tonight as bad blood raced through my veins
wicked the fleeting midnight hour and its agonizing flow.
In my mind, deep hatred calls for dark and bloody stains'
never will she the dark demon, this my mad urge ever know..
New Note--
A very bad time in my young life (age 23 years old, 4 months and 20 days), whiskey seemed to put me in a rare mood.
Anticipation in an eye gaze
Before the plunge between
Lips and skin—
The vulnerable way into the heart
A rush that gushes through
Every avenue of the frame
As a scent causes thrills that hide
Not long enough to be secret
Hands over hands
Soft skin wrapped in soft skin
A trace of fear—a reminder—
This is not a fantasy
This is real—laughter and doting—
Touches—more gushes and thrills—
Goosebumps forming on the flesh,
The gaze returning in full blaze
2.11.20