Best Weary Poems

Decisions good, decisions bad
Either way it's happy or sad
Losing a job, or losing a friend
It's hidden but stays until the end.

Life's challenges are not really fair
Leaving our hearts in pieces, our minds in the air
Many find it true, to be extremely hard
Life's a game, choose...

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Silent night, weary night
Worked all day, worked all night
Worked at baking and wrapping of gifts
Hoping the family wont get in a rift

Ohhh and where is the fruit cake
 and  by gosh now who spiked the nog

Silent night, weary night
House to clean, the cake has...

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 Cold the winter night as snow fell,
it drifted-  collected on streets;
where a meandering lost girl struggled to walk,
weary and tired; 
she ran away when it was warm,
when she had some money.

Now-  had no shelter or money,
the wild frigid wind blew and blew;
when...

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Winter Weary
A rhyme that sends a winters “chill’.
With snow, not knowing where to start.
But as he’s had some time to “chill”. 
A fellow with a changing heart.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 
I’ve never been one, for heading down...

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I was a musketeer
Fighting to save a dying land
Soldier with a heart
Hate never disappeared
As greed and waste were in command
Tearing it apart
Armed with a sword of words
Choosing my battles, carefully
Fighting against the odds
Futility's absurd
Sheathing my sword only to flee
Left it up to God

I became a...

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Oh, I
I will
I will try and do my best;
While allowing God to do the best;
He's my provider;
And my guider, 
He's better to me than I've been to myself;

The Lord came to me in a vision and He said;
"Wayward brother(sister) don't you worry your self;
And don't...

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I can see you through your hell.
Heaven doth mock you until you spill.
Just like old friends, 
Hand in hand, 
We bled.  

Tame the shrew, 
Untouched by filth
And rob her as she shrills.  
All the while, 
I’m spiraling 

A disease that makes everything unwell,
Smiling...

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Life Weary, So Hungry I Could Eat A Dry Bone


Trekking through fire breathing desert, yes all alone
Mouth full of sand, shattered heart so heavy too
Life weary, so hungry I could eat a dry bone 
Looking back at this life, where were the breaks my due
I...

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The snow white blanket glistening
so brightly all around
has grown so very tired
as the winter's winding down.

Oh how we long for Springtimes' sun
to smile about the place
to melt the weary winter snow
and wash its' dirty face.

But when the old and forlorn snow
has melted we shall find
we'll...

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Weary, I am weary of traveling life;
this suitcase, the home I carry like a shell -
barstools, my buddies; a typewriter, my wife.

I want to settle, forsake this hotel hell, 
buy my last airline ticket and throw away
this suitcase, the home I carry like a shell.

This...

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A Partridge perched upon a tree
entices him to throw something!
When songbirds sing and flap their wings  
two turtle doves, cause headache pain.
Those mocking words, thread-worn with wear.
 remind him of the dollars spent.
Defeat caves in, ... the thought of debt!

He bends his head to...

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I would walk on, and leave it all be-

Hind: will walk on; and when my feet grow

Sore, the boatman waits—his sails are all

Unfurled—he waits to row me to a

Fairer shore. My tired limbs shall rest on

Beds of down, my tears shall all be wiped

By Jesus’...

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The Weary Soldier

Are you marching mighty soldier
or have you fallen by the way, 
there is a mighty battle coming
just before the Judgment Day.

So pick up your armor so dusty
and once again for Him take your stand, 
He hasn’t left you, no not for a moment
but...

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On a moonlit night,, as I was on a search
An this old weary owl, flew down to perch

Startled,  I became a statue, perfectly still
Cast in stone, as I had lost all my free will

My eyes fixed, I saw his and they intrigued
What words he...

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Lethargic verbs coax sleepy nouns
along verses of poetry
in the wee hours of the night.
A flickering fluorescent Light
tremulously glows its paleness
above the weary poets head,
each tremor depriving him sleep.
The first rays of sunlight shine through
the rooms window, devouring
the artificial annoyance
while his tired head slowly descends
onto his...

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