Best World Of Trouble Poems
This world of trouble soon will pass
For there beyond the crystal glass
A lamb and lion tread the grass
Beside a lass, beside a lass
This cord of present time shall break
And hate and fear shall flee and quake
Oh, may all vice this earth forsake!
And love awake! And love awake!
Oh, see him walk 'neath mighty trees!
The king of beasts; what strength and ease!
Yet now content this lass to please
Her hand to tease, her hand to tease
Behold! A pleasant form and face!
The child of beauty crowned with grace!
Fair Una treads at even pace
A better place, a better place
~ The form is Monotetra~
~Based on the painting 'Una and the Lion' by Briton Riviere.
Sinking in a sea of Me
I gurgle, choke and bubble
down I go into my depths
into a world of trouble
Immersed in self, I cannot breathe
I'm suffocated so
I writhe and turn uncomfortably
with nowhere else to go
The stifling space inside my brain
gets smaller all the while
until I find a rope to grasp
within another's smile
Once heaved and pulled up, out again
I finally I catch my breath
saved from Myself, a fate I fear
was something worse than death!
Sectarian movement all about faith to believe in the principality of
separation of church and state, is doctrine being formed?
Sentient to the principals of rightful mindedness, which advocates a
philosophical righteousness that transcends a new school of thought, what
is Social Theorem?
Born to this country as native
Educated via public schooling
Not a protest but a radical movement
This century mandates such.
We must devout.
Baptism of a country for a greater determination is a rite.
We apologize for not living right.
Atonement without compromise is not obsolete.
We must hoist against iniquity.
Life itself has been done.
Social justice is our anticyclones.
Nadirs forms.
Social injustice is intolerable.
What makes life heinousness?
A weapon formed to conquer.
Prosperity is not seen.
Modern today Anabaptists
Social Theorem thinkers
Holistic love in a world of trouble, can we début?
A single-mindedness purpose aimlessly, will tenacity construct?
We have ethically dedicated our lives, will this persevere?
We step-up to the cause of deification, how do we venerate?
Doctrine forms.
Our living becomes complete.
Minds are set to defeat wretchedness.
All-inclusive is the populous.
Individual lives are foremost.
Deny my rite and transgression will define yours.
Your ways within the world will not defeat God’s.
Ethereal, the vision brought forth will bless.
Naked eyes reveal a place in time,
an exhibit that binds and blind.
Sectarian movement all about faith to believe in the principality of
separation of church and state, sentient to the principals of rightful
mindedness, which advocates a philosophical righteousness that
transcends a new school of thought; is doctrine being formed and what is
Social Theorem?
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PENNED ON JULY 27, 2014!
FORM: ANAPHORA
I need to find you
I'm trapped in feelings of emptiness
I grapple them in the night
For your love I seek to find
Meet me between the skies
Let us in our dreams meet
Close the distance in the starlight
We have just one chance
I spent all my wishes on you
All I need is one glance
I think cupid gave up on us two
I've never seen a perfect pair
But in my dreams we have no trouble
I have enough love to share
We could watch the stars together as they tumble
If the world chose to end today
I wouldn't let you fall or stumble
We could find a new world to stay
I could keep you from this world of trouble
D-ip your toe in the water,
I-n a venture into the unknown;
A-im to do your best,
N-ever fear when you're alone.
N-ow dip your toe in the water of living in the world of trouble;
E-xert all your efforts in order to be successful.
C-ome dip your toe in the water,
L-ife's uncertain neath the sky;
E-ndure either fret or woe,
O-n the twenty-seventh of July.
F-ill your heart with hope, in the middle of bleak weather,
E-ither rain or beacon, dip your toe in the water.
Jesus In The Pizza
Clearly we see Jesus in the old pizza crust
His image carved neatly in wall cracks
Concrete thoughts for concrete steps
Sidewalk images reflect his purity
I could swear I saw Him squinting at me
From a grapefruit I squeezed this morning
My eyes were so sore I cried
Was it by accident that juice hurts
Cracks in the mind still need filling
Concrete mix for concrete thoughts
These are not UFO sightings
Everyone knows God
Sometimes Mary is there in the potato chips
In clouds and even nature
Back to the pizza back to the womb
I'm still hungry to tell the truth
There is always room for food
Food for thought and pizza images
*Authors note: No disrespect for God. I'm sure He has a sense of humor. If not, I am in a world of trouble. There will be no waiting in line, hiding behind cracks in the wall or inside a pizza at the end of time.
LANDING IN A ME AND YOU LAND
listen,~
I have this like conundrum,
A choice
and probably a problem with either one or one million complaints
As I curse the portrait this universe paints
With the blood of those in turbans atop
And no matter how loud I scream the world won’t stop
Cease
Surrender
nor accept and live with people who are willing to be tender
The world has always been a world of trouble for me
And if John Doe had problems they would double for me
Perhaps it’s because I seem vulnerable enough to ache from whatever the universe throws in my direction
unable to make any correction
nor connection
And watch the hills to tumble as mountains turn to mud and clay……
today
© 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
YES YESTERDAY YELLS
Ah, but that was yesterday
Today God surveyed the universe as it is
And always was
and shall always be
seeking beauty beholden to no one the Lord hath created creatively
It was most shapely in form
Far from the norm
Rich in royalty with a countenance divine
And now I see the universe as a vintage cask of wine
A world wherein we fear not my dear
A land of luxury where the sky is always clear my dear
No clouds to blur the beauty of the one that God had chosen well
No hurt, no pain, no misery from the cradle from which i fell
Children are free to be children and have no need for a locating device
And for peace there is never any price
Everything is everyone’s to share
To care
To bare the weight should it find the shoulders of a soldier
And it matters not as we are ordered to slowly become older
God’s hand came down and chose the one with beauty beyond one’s due
God’s hand came down and picked an angel to be you
© 2011.…..~free cee!~
MMM’s Noose
Up and down he did pace
Staring blankly into space
Overwhelmed by a world of trouble
With his life now bent double
By his hands, the noose he did make
Should he by the same hands, his life take?
Or, should he with hope, look unto life
And live again, for his kids and wife?
Should he, this ‘shame of an educated fool’
End, by stepping up on that side stool,
Placing the noose around his neck,
And kicking the stool off to snap his neck?
They had come with a promise of wealth;
Glorified thieves that came in stealth
Robbing Peter, only to pay Paul
But, pay themselves most in the long haul
He invested his all and went a-borrowing
Lost it all, and now goes a-sorrowing
Having hoped to receive a triple
But ended up a financial cripple
He chose to live for this life is sweet
Even though, today he does lack meat
MMM has come and gone
Gone with the night, giving birth to his new dawn
The Prodigal Son
Why do babies leave home at such a young age? Like premature hatchlings falling from the nest before their wings are even capable of flight, only to succumb to the wildness of nature. They become appetizers to those with a beating stone in the hollow of their chest, a heart that does not bleed. What causes those babes to take that leap of faith into the abyss of the unknown.to walk amongst the undead?
Does my picture read dark and morbid at times? It's only because the journey they travel is so. For most its a chosen departure. There are some who are pushed from the edge of the plank of familiar society. Those who are loved, hated, taken for granted, forgotten and forsaken. Nudged, pushed and even pulled from the comforts of their abode. Some, I'm sure, lost their edge due to the every day mundane lifestyle. None the less they left.
Some become lost into a world of trouble, chained to some addiction or another. Fated to a accident of overindulgence within the hollow of a bush some where near the edge of the populace. Some to lose their self worth, to become old chasing a soup line, to die a lonely death in a back alley frozen solid. Others to spend mortal eternity trapped in a cage counting the cinder blocks and pacing like a show animal, until their last super is served through a slot in a steal door.
Some gifted the mercy of the original prodigal son to return, two maybe three decades later to what some consider a normal life. To clip their wings and don their chains of the blue collar workforce. It is the later for me.
As to why I left home over two decades ago, I was alone in a house full of others no structure or real care. So I lunged from the nest and broke my wing.
by Desi E.Sherman
LANDING IN A ME AND YOU LAND
listen,~
I have this like conundrum,
A choice
and probably a problem with either one or one million complaints
And curse the portrait this universe paints
With the blood of those in turbans atop
And no matter how loud I scream the world won’t stop
Cease
Surrender
nor accept and live with people who are willing to be tender
The world has always been a world of trouble for me
And if John Doe had problems they would double for me
Perhaps it’s because I seem vulnerable enough to ache from whatever the universe throws in
my direction
unable to make any correction
nor connection
And watch the hills to tumble as mountains turn to mud and clay……
today
© 2011.….poefree
I’ve got the weight
Of the world of trouble
Doubling onto me
And taking over my conscience
I feel the trouble
And it hurts beyond
What I have in the world
It’s weighing on me
And the trouble is horrible
Completely surreal
Seemingly unreal
But very very true
Trouble is in my world
Russell Sivey
MIND THE MINES
listen,~
I have this like conundrum,
A choice
and probably a problem with either one or one million complaints
And curse the portrait this universe paints
With the blood of those in turbans atop
And no matter how loud I scream the world won’t stop
Cease
Surrender
nor accept and live with people who are willing to be tender
The world has always been a world of trouble for me
And if John Doe had problems his would be doubled by me
Perhaps it’s because I seem vulnerable enough to ache from whatever the universe throws in my direction
unable to make any correction
nor connection
And watch the hills to tumble as mountains turn to mud and clay……
Perhaps today
© 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
FONDLY ~free cee!~
The past is has taught us many things from the time
We are born until the day we die.
We're born into a world of trouble and woes
Joy and sadness and problems to.
When it's over there's not much you can do.
The present is what you make it from day to day.
You can choose to be happy or sad.
You can be kind or rude or thankful or not.
But rememebr, this day you are living
in is all you got.
The Future is yet to be for you and me.
And all our families.
So choose wisely everyday of what you will do
What you will say .
Each day is what you make it for yourself.
Just don't worry about any one else.
Be thankful for all that you have.
For each day is precious so be thankful to our
God in heaven and Jesus His son.
For everyday Has been given to us under the sun.
In this world of trouble and strife
what is there to keep us on song?
to stop us from losing our grip
making sure we hold up real strong
This can only be found in God
the one eternal comfort so true
He knows us inside and out
so will provide our needs He will do
The mercy of God does come down
from the father of the heavenly light
who loves to shower His mercy
so to display His glory so bright
Our source of mercy and comfort
is that power for our living force
makes one find contentment in life
from the only true divine source
Bring thanksgiving and due praise
to the God creator of everything
who rules and reigns from above
so making our hearts to joyfully sing
('Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort' 2 Corinthians ch. 1 v. 3 (ESV))
We are just one speck,
isolated in a world of trouble
Always does occur some shipwreck!
Pull back the mind from the shining bubble.
Shall we halt to question our existence?
Soon will collapse the forgotten tower,
Then will rot the wooden fence,
Why believe in mortal power?
Why face such deadly battles?
Success never grasps hold of time,
Earth with a sudden jerk, rattles!
Soon is heard the religious chime.
Compassion, happiness, never questioned.
For those are the joyful risks,
Seems to make Insignificance enlightened,
For memories play in ones mind like disks.