Best Weak Soul Poems
My friends ask me if I've found love yet ,
well I say....no I haven't found it
I say , it wasn't lost to be found....
LOVE....I'll tell you about love
I've found love in my life at my first breath
I see love in GOD, yes in GOD
isn't he the one who gave me what I have now ?
Didn't he completed me ?Didn't he made me perfect ?
He gave me the gift of vision , the gift of breathing , the gift of hearing , of talking , of feeling
The gift to thinking and taking choices
He gave me a pure heart to love and care , to forgive,
he threw faith inside my weak soul
I pray and he responded , he looks out for me
Isn't that called love? Cause if it's not then what's the definition of it ?
Yes I see love....I see love in my mother's eyes
When she holds me, when she makes me feel safe and secure
Yes, I see love in the woman who birthed me
Who stayed hours , days , months , years looking out for me ,
trying her best to give me the life I dreamed about
Yes I see love in her , didn't she taught me what I know now ?
I see love in her pure heart, in her tears when she carries my pain,my worries, when she heals my wounds with her soft , gentle , warm touch
Isn't that love ?If it's not then what is it ?
How can you ask me if I've found love when it's never been lost ?
When it's in every beautiful face that I see in the morning
In every smile , in every laugh
Believe me I have lots of love in my life , it's just from a different kind , the rare one
Trust me if you own the same love that I own , you'll know how lame is the one you use to know , the one you use to call love
My love is the kind that never ends , never dies
Never get dirty and never cause pain
It's the kind that light up your destination
The kind that gives peace to your heart and life
And the kind that color your deep dark soul with the colors of faith
too much when life sails on her voyage
in beauty and grace of the flow of life
i fear if life is a beautiful drear
we lived so long in false concepts
my heart is a weak soul
and so are men in built up muscles
there is no greater humor in men
than to hear him boast his strength.
The Duality of man 2…
Picture the beast getting its own way,
When weak of “spirit” steps aside,
Animal lust comes out to play,
Control your body, have some pride,
Yes it is a Monkey body,
Rhesus monkey blood, have I,
Give in to its wants and needs?
Go to jail sometimes to cry,
Cos the Monkey passion won?
When the animal has control,
Madness bloodlust does persist,
Watched in horror by the soul,
Conscience chatters, does insist,
I fight 4 some control.
Don Johnson
so the weak soul loses control
and the monkey body lets passion or bloodlust
satisfy its wants and primal needs...
and the concience screams enough!!!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xMFahYa865k
Once, When Darkness Invaded Peaceful Sleep
There are moon shadows, moving out tonight,
More numerous than sad dreams in my head-
I call for wild horses to race from bed,
Into calmer realms of vast silent dead!
Within that place, silence cuts like a knife,
And too soon I taste that old dragon's smell-
Shocked to find myself in this ghostly hell
Where lost souls live a muted afterlife!
Now nightmare takes another darker twist,
Doors appear labeled, fair, yes, no, and foul-
Praying to escape but not knowing how
Fear grips, for through each door evil exists!
Aghast, at the decision which to choose,
Emerging fire forces me to leap quick-
Through first door marked fair, suddenly struck sick
Confirmed, hell's choices one will always lose!
Sick and fallen, I rise to find at my feet,
Huge serpents with long fangs and evil hiss-
In deep anger, I cry- "Enough of this!"
Come on out so one us can meet defeat!
Thunderous boom and wicked voice screams back
You are not the first to dare challenge me-
Each weak soul thought only of victory
I've one loss, my many wins I've lost track!
Now recovered and in defiant voice
Righteous anger surging in angry heart-
I vowed to tear that devil all apart
Decision made, I leaped, his throat my first choice!
On contact great power flew into me
Herculean strength surging in each arm-
In that monster's eyes, showed newfound alarm
It soon whimpering, begged to set me free!
Dawn's bright light streaming through windowpane
I laughed at such a long and most foolish dream-
But then, voice boomed out- "We won as a team"
You know me, I need not further explain!
Robert J. Lindley, 10-18-2017
Rhyme, ( Nightmare Tales And Other Odd Things)
Like a fiery vengeance
Grasped in open hand
Cuts the loathed foe
Stains your own land
Hate surges like flood
Shatters the weak soul
Spilling the divine blood
Of both sides involved
Anger drives men crazy
Like a tropical storm
Loss are assessed lately
When started to mourn
Forgiveness is not easy
And not for everyone
Don’t wait until query
What have I done?
Winter slowly creeps into my veins
Small snowflakes covering my eyelids
Seductively whispering
Cold rain
Hailstorm torturing my weak soul
Blinding storm intoxicating numbness
Standing on the frozen lake
Cold blood
It lashes, lashes, it calls me, calls me
Wants me to drown in this
killing chilling darkness below
Cold water
Save me here, find me in the blistering blizzard
blistering cold, warm me, warm my self
Embrace me and love me
Love me
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Poem by Darren White
November 4, 2016
Yeah, it's rebirth
I was lost tossed and rotten in darkness
The world crown me, comforts drowned me
My heart grew weak soul lost life
A dark past hunted me like death
His presence diminished, like Judah, I hurt Him
Mah walls crushed, enemies turned my masters
My long buried guilt arose and filed my breath
Lost traces of grace, devil reigned
Sin became a toss game; simple
Guilt judged my soul, caged my heart
Felt like a salty rock in a furnace
So weak, only let all take control
But once a son, always He's the answer
Reached for my hand in my grave I lay
Took me by hand and kissed my frontal
By His love I swore to live Him
By the shrine I gave my all to Jesus
In my soul I got a new home
Under His wings I got a shield
In his love i got a Jacuzzi
His word my daily bread
His orders my life
His will my birth
#Rebornchild
Welcome, Stranger, to my humble little world.
Hope, the Time while you're here won't pass us by,
You'll enjoy the place to which your Fate had hurled
Your weak soul, of folly Wisdom being curled.
Just believe! This nest of cukoo'll make you FLY!
Blooming shadow had been thrown on chimney's stone.
The amount of true Belief has reached the End.
Going Down does NOT relate you to Unknown,
Just remember miles of those who had been blown
Far away, reminding: time IS to be spent.
Some live Landscapes need to be hung in the Hall.
Weeping portraits suit It perfectly as well.
Height of ceiling makes you feel, as earthworm, small.
Just beware of secret doors behind the Wall:
There's a thousand and ten times more to say.
Take a stroll across the gardens of graveyards.
They have gently been grown up with help of God.
Wormy wooden crosses, rooted in the Hearts,
Force you gambling with marked pack of cards...
Jack-pot, hidden in the thought - that's all I've got.
Take your time in ancient library, my Lord.
The Untouchable is Silence of this doors.
It's the highest self-condemning private court
And now you're not in need of a sharp sword
Leading Armies in your mental Honour wars.
06.10.2012
NikA
My mind sings a tired song
Midnight, it comes
As an angel
Soon to be a demon
A demon painting my burning, weak soul
I wish it would end
It's a knife in my chest
Clawing out my melting ears
Tearing me apart
Playing endlessly
Endlessly
An awful cry
In a dark, sealed room
An echo
Filled with the hopelessness of the air
A shadow of my mortality
Mocking me
Dear gruesome song,
Please, pass me by
Insanity
Smothering me until my last breath
Obstructing my escape
From this shallow, black dream
I plead with this broken strain of sound
I beg, let me live
Torture another
Sad, unsuspecting soul
But it's like a leech to my bruised skin
A parasite invading my body
Tormenting me
As i sit in a pool of my mortifying despair
Oh beautiful, horrible melody
Leave me alone just this once
I'm screaming, crying
I beg you
Leave my defenseless mind
Go haunt another weak, helpless life
My mind sings an empty song
An infection to my abandoned soul
When will it end?
He tries to give a speech
That old man, our leader
Who is it, he is fooling?
This war was over
The minute it had started
Our fate has already been written
But could it be that
Tables can turn?
I must believe so
I began to realize
And somehow understand
I had started to show the other face
That shrinks and hides with terror
And allows your inner demons
To take complete control
Shame on me for letting
The devil take power
Over my weak soul
Freedom but comes
Twice in a lifetime
Victory and self realization
The chains of coward ness
Broke from around me
My dead brothers now come back to life
Could it be that
All the blood shed
Was not shed in vain
The morning comes
The blood boils
And light reflects from blades
We went out there
We erased our fear
And turned careless
It is not the weapons
But it is the men
Those with more valor will return
We marched and marched
To the great plain land
Today we fight!
Live or die
Whatever my fate
I lived amongst pride!
She walks the fragile broken road
Dark and dreary, wet and cold
The type of girl, who's lost all hope
The type of girl, with a delicate soul
Her love is unconditional
Her mind loves the uncomprehendable
Her weak soul, is turning cold
Her life, is easily endable
The type of girl, whose nowhere bound
Waiting for a savior to come around
But their selfish ears can't hear a sound
She's not exactly lost, but nowhere to be found
The selfish beings cannot condone
When she's hysterically crying, all alone
Advaita’ is Sanskrit for non duality,
Where all of everything is unit of one,
living or non-living are false reality,
To non-living we pass when life is done
Ignorance is evident in what some seek,
God is not a pedlar for their needs,
Some seek him on a mountain peak,
Some barter gifts with their greed!
God is not entity that dwells outside,
God is you and me and all of universe,
Even In the tiniest of atom god resides
To seek God, deep in self one must immerse!
Safron robes or be it spotless white,
Some mystic lamp or ringing bell,
Musical hymns or other ritual rite,
Is not the way to him, Let me tell!
Those holy books you hold in hand,
read and quote through all your life,
Holy words most don’t understand,
Misuse it like a double edged knife!
Do not ask god to buy you a house,
Or favour you with an exam pass,
not a referee betwixt you and spouse,
Ask him not to adjudicate such cause!
On many a pilgrimage to holy lands,
Fasting and obedience of many kind,
Walk bare feet on sun baked sands,
Those who do are spiritually blind!
Spread goodness, share it around,
Reject greed and help all who need,
Good deeds are prayers sans sound,
blessings come from poor you feed!
God resides in many words of truth,
In the heart of innocence of a child,
And good lost to arrogance of youth,
In perfection of orbits, in forests wild!
Define not God with your weak soul,
sketch him not with your meek claws,
God is truth that embodies the whole,
Too resplendent for our eyes with flaws!
God lives in calmness of your mind,
In that inner glow of light that is life,
Focus deep within, and you will find,
In the goodness in you he is rife!
Lying in the dark I see
Another piece or part of me
It's within reach of my small hand
But requires the journey to another land
I think I need it to become more
Not merely a trinket from a trendy, new store
I obey the promptings and get on track
I walk forward, onward- without looking back
Years go by as I find myself
Rotating endlessly from shelf to shelf
I don't stay in one place for long
But each day I learn a bright new song
My heart is as happy as it could be
And I prance and skip about merrily
And lying in the dark that night
Made my weak soul take off in flight
I journeyed to a distant land
So I could hold happiness in my hand
The harvest
Alone, inside my head
Is my heart truly dead
Does it merely slumber
In a restless sleep
Hoping to be awoken
By a love yet to meet
In a room with no walls
Nowhere to hide
The solitude thrashing
To kill me inside
I want to let go
I want to not care
Just let It take over
My smile a blank stare
So tired of fighting
To save my weak soul
The loneliness winning
I've lost all control
Could someone save me
How could they know
My smile just a smokescreen
So my pain doesn't show
If they could but peer
Deep in my eyes
Perhaps they would hear
My laughs turn to sighs
Would they then stop
To care how I felt
Wrap me in love
To make my heart melt
Awaken you sad fool
That's all just a dream
Loneliness...that
Is the field you must glean
PAGES OF LIFE
Page one reveal the man
He is brought to the world
The nurses whip welcomes him
And he howl desperately to be heard
But no one could behold his tears
He made the mother weak under
The strange atmosphere of delivery.
There life begins, he crawl, stand, then walk
Suffering under the sun of wickedness
Rejection, and discrimination follow in
The prey of sadness, life dawn on him
Like an ice that struck on the naked soil
Truth is reveal to him whilst the dark side
Of the blue sky remain covered
Childhood dreams hurt in, teens dream break apart
After, the hunt for a partner begins desperately
He is now a man and has total control of his life
Mother no longer control him. father twist his ears no more
But cuddle him with advices
Children emerges and problem multiply
Salary insufficient and troubles increase
Yet he has to maintain his integrity always
Death comes knocking when those wrinkles stretched
Out on his face like a tribal mark from the west
His legs could no longer hold his pretty body
And his weak soul which seek to rest in the bosom
Of a heavenly father who knows all
Si fit welcomes him as death comes unknown
He collapsed one morning and be gone forever
But always remembered by his deeds
In this naked world of sin filled with evil