Best Wretchedness Poems
My heart shrivels dry, blackened rose in bitter anguish, ...
Do you feel my pain?
Why must the flame of day dwindle dim?
O' fortune, like the moon, changeable, waxing and waning
Oppressing me, first with power's soothing stroke
To take it all away!
Poverty of my spirit lies in love's immortal wake
Why fate of fortune, cruel regard, forsaken me?
Vain, and shadowed, I waver between the balance
Such agony is mine!
Day and night, everything defies me?
Great is my grief!
One cure, escape me from the throes of my misery !!
I beg, the Gods... hear my wail, hear my plea
Would fate be cured by kiss, one look, one sign, devotion? !
This wretchedness is black, I taste bitter ash!
Keep dark night hidden in the depth of your heart, o' moon !!
I am like a leaf, played with by the wind
I am like a light hovering bird, chains cannot bind me !!
Salvation comes with desire, one touch
Do not turn the eyes away...!
I cannot be shamed!
Torment me not, o' heartless moon!!
Wheel of fortune spins my heart...I beg to win love's prize !!
Without it, I will bemoan the wounds of fortune with weeping eyes
.... and I am cursed as I fall from the peak of glory....
into the depths of the valley of despair !!
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protogothic entry: for Amy's Contest:
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Inspired by the classical music, "Carmina Burana"
A cantata, written between l935-36 by German composer Carl Orff.
This passionate work was based on ancient poems hand-scribed in Latin...these parchment
manuscripts discovered in a Bavarian monastery in l803. They were believed to have been
written by students of the clergy (monks) sometime during the 11-13th century.
This familiar music has been used in numerous film scores..quite dramatic and powerful
Categories:
wretchedness, musicme, me,
Form:
Narrative
INTERCEPTION
Shadows waning distorted fading
Teasing tempting, a psychotic hack
Scheming concealing cerebral deceiving
Sun retreating behind shades of black
Memoirs succumbing, alpha notes strumming
Hope dwindling midst each laboured breath
Dusky-eyed wretchedness, reflective reminiscence
Sporadic spirits predicting sinister death
Powerless to quell the oppressor within
Oh, desolation! The thief with the sinister grin
The day bleeds, no conveyed clarifications
Nightfall brings its own demonic demons
Moodswings of crazy with judgements so hazy
Interceptive apathy through feelings of lethargy
Music evokes emotions with resilient duress
Though once familiar titles slide back in regress.
Living within her own fluid transparency
The piteous empathy, does she even discern?
Is she to become a fading frequency?
Or… ungenial ashes in a decorative urn?
As the soft rose shades of twilight transcends
In the quietude of peace – a hushed calm descends
One last recall remains in her artistic archive
Where the Star of the Show still dazzles and thrives.
Maria Williams © 2023
I know this will be a sensitive topic, especially at Christmas with people caring for or visiting their loved ones afflicted with Dementia or Alzheimer's—such a sad condition. Apparently, the worst thing to possibly do is try to jog the patient's memory, as it causes more stress.
Instead, why not give them your time and play their favourite music?
Music memories often remain as others disappear.
This is because brain regions involved in musical memory and processing (e.g., the cerebellum) are not as affected by Alzheimer's or dementia until much later in the disease course.
Please watch the video; it is so beautiful and touching. Marta Gonzalez was a professional ballet dancer who developed Alzheimer's. One thing she never forgot was her Swan Lake routine She passed in 2019.
Categories:
wretchedness, angst, anxiety, depression,
Form:
Rhyme
*Amazingly awesome is my God
*My heavenly Father … *Fountain of life
*My sovereign Lord *At my heart’s throne
*Triumph of my spirit.
*Meeting God is a great event to me…
*My best friend, *Jesus Christ my Saviour and Lord
*Prince of peace offered His love to me
*In my wretchedness --- *Beautiful mystery.
*The guiding Light, *The Lord directs me, *Steward of God
*From now on *With virtues poise
*Onward to my celestial abode
*Beyond the sky.
*Shining victory, *God is my companion in my walk
*In the football field of life *So blessed
*Beyond rehabilitation triumph:
*My battle against slothfulness.
*Despite crises, *Abandonment angst, *Dread of separation
*I trust God, *My Saviour, *Servant-Leader
*My service-Mover … *Faith’s strength
*My soul’s thank praise…
*Doctor of heart, *My God knows my need
*Compassionate… *God gives me second chances
*Midst frustration, *God is at work in my afflictions
*Bestowed with grace-bounty…
*The Star in my poetry,
*God is the foremost and center of my life
*Sovereign brain,
*The Lord conquers me…
*With earnestness, I express:
*You are so good to me, my God
*You deserve my praises, Lord
*I love** You, my Saviour.
*My Poem's Title posted on Poetry Soup
**Joshua 23:11 Take good heed therefore unto yourselves, that ye love the LORD your God.
July 8, 2019
1st place, "Collaboration Of Your Titles" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Charles Messina; judged on 7/14/2019.
Categories:
wretchedness, appreciation, blessing, christian, faith,
Form:
Free verse
Hope
I care not for the odds
Spoken by sooth sayer voices
They are blinded by statistics
For a seemingly sure concept
Though a bleakness dampens
Every fainting ray of light
There exist an unexplainable God
Characteristic of sensitivity
Endowed to man by birthright
To no other creature but he
In my bleakest hour
I dare not say
I do not believe
What I search for is an impossible concern
A thing so obscured
There seemingly just isn't a way
I trust not in mortal man
He does not grok the serverity of his own plight
For God my Father has just the plan
My wants are as heavy on my heart
As a weight to a drowning man
I can not save nor free a single sinner man
To heal the unhealable
Lame to walk again
To save the dieing
Breath to life again
I view both the rising and setting of sun
I walk in a light not viewed by temporal man
The wretchedness of worldly life
As I seek to do what is right
Infringed by fear of plotted death
What so ever to be my plight
Hope sustains when all reasonable efforts are tested
Hope- the belief in worldly impossibilities
Hope -the sweetest of God given characteristics
Hope -the strength to endure the unimaginable
Hope -the force of movement to that which would make still
Hope -the song for the heart when all instruments fail
Hope -the submission to death for there is life yet awaiting
Hope –the gift from God for our rejoicing
Categories:
wretchedness, hope,
Form:
Blank verse
Praise the Ruler of nations!
God is mightier than anybody:
they try to defeat His army,
but can they win against angels?
Even Jesus, the shining sun,
defied death and amazed many:
the massive stone rolled away...
He was no longer mocked by men!
Praise the Ruler of nations!
Proclaim His name from every corner,
and although He's invisible, He's near...
whenever we're afflicted by wretchedness!
Had God not sent Jesus to save us indeed,
we wouldn't have any hope for happiness;
had God's love not been so grandly revealed:
we would be living a life of total wretchedness!
Praise the Ruler of nations!
He'll inflict misery on the ones disobeying Him;
He'll fill the endless skies with brimstone and fire!
Hail to the Ruler of nations!
Unquestionable is the foolishness of Kim,
but his desire for conquest will end in dire!
Copyright ( c ) 2017 by Andrew Crisci
Categories:
wretchedness, conflict, death, faith, god,
Form:
Rhyme
my Sun is Orange
my morning Sun is orange
The yellow is stained
with the Blood of my People
for that is what we
are reminded of
each day
when it rises from the East
to greet the world
i see my world
clearly
we once lived with a hope
that the atrocities of Hate
War
and indifference
would go away
but it did not
my hope has been misplaced
somewhere
and i can not remember
where i have set it down
it might have been that day
i lost my arm
or that day
when my Father was jailed
or that day
when my Sister was killed
she was only 3
no, i think i lost my hope
the day
my Mother no longer cried
her eyes have been dry
for many a year now
and somehow
by some grace
she still has enough love in her
to hug me
once in a while
through that pained smile
that still adorns her face
just so she won’t completely break
there is a noise i hear
it is a loud silence
that stays with me
through my callousness
for the gunfire
and the bombs
and the screams
i can not hear them
they have long ago
assaulted and killed
the dreams of my Family
my village
my people
and it is now working on
Humanity
where is the sanity
in this methodology
to be found
every day is “Ground Zero”
where i live
every where i look
i see Ground Zeros
and we have lost count
of those who
are no more
because of what you call War
but you and i
never had a dispute
that i know of
If so, please tell me what i did wrong
to cause you harm
that you should exact such wretchedness
upon me
and others like me
i know not of the Politics
of it all.
i have never met a Politician
are they so different
than we the people ?
if it’s Oil
i give it to you
if it’s right
take it freely
i will not raise nor put my hand
against that
of my Father’s children
there was a time
when all i thought of
was simply
finding Joy in my life
i have since given up that quest
for i see far too much
of that other stuff
which deserves not a name
my Sun is no longer Yellow
but i do pray my Brother
that yours is
my Sun is Orange
This is dedicated to all the Villages, Peoples across our Globe who must endure the Politics and Sickness of War.
© 1 July 2013 : william s. peters, sr.
Categories:
wretchedness, humanity, peace, political, power,
Form:
Free verse
He Weeps
By Dane Smith-Johnsen
Holiness harnessed haughtiness.
Heaven's honor hallows humans.
Heavenly hopes happily hail.
Enemies, earnestly enchant.
Endless errors evoke evil.
Exhilaration empowers.
Wait with God while wild wiles weaken.
Whisk away wrath and wretchedness.
Weep whenever wonder withers.
Enemies endeavor evil.
Empathy erases errors.
Exalted ethos enlivens
Endure. Esteem eternity.
Enjoy ecstasy endlessly.
Exalt essence everlasting.
Prideful prancing produces pain.
Particularly preceding
Pretentiousness pomposity.
Sagacity seeks soul's sagas.
Subliminal soothing sojourns.
Sweetest souls’ salvation survives.
Categories:
wretchedness, faith, inspirational
Form:
Alliteration
*It was you who
........Ruined everything
*I miss
....... My old life
*The peacefulness
........Before you brought chaos
*When i was with you
........Everyday was torture
*Everything was different
........The way the darkness consumed
*My lovely days, the way
........The wretchedness of
*your laugh makes me
........Vomit. Those days i could still
*Giggle freely, forget the world and have fun
.........Are now gone
*You stole my
........Freedom and
*My heart
........ You deprived me of justice
*I hope
........You die, along with
*Your love for me
........ I don't believe that this loneliness
*Is never ending
(Now read only the lines with an asterisk *)
~~This is just another feeble attempt. Similar to my previous poem "It was only me"
A bit more sunnier
Categories:
wretchedness, love,
Form:
Free verse
Let loose and laugh,
As life is getting so hard;
Ease the stress and pressure,
Getting off the house of cards.
Wearing a relaxed joyful smile
Carries a high-grade wealth;
Furrows fade away from face,
Heart shall beat in health.
Wellness is indeed a treasure,
That no one can deny;
When a heart aches in sickness,
Price to pay is too high.
Turn tears into laughter,
So your mind takes it easy;
Worries and woes will wane,
Fleeing from your memory.
Laugh your heart out
To prolong your lifetime;
Old but happy man is lucky,
Smiling so sublime.
Listen to jokes in delight,
Whole wretchedness is cut in half;
Give yourself a little break,
Let loose and laugh.
Categories:
wretchedness, happiness,
Form:
Verse
The heart sheds its own tears
Sorrowed by life’s unfairness
As the hazy mist clears
Anguish carries stark bareness
Brokenness, deep despair
Hope hanging slim by a thread
Loneliness, hard to bear
Happy face masks are soon shed
The heart has its own fears
Borrowed from life’s fickleness
Pain that gently appears
Testament to brittleness
Wretchedness, feeling lost
How long this wait for true love?
Dreariness dressed in frost
Life goes on without a shove.
06.05.2021
Categories:
wretchedness, blue, fear, heart,
Form:
Rhyme
Slain without swords they are
Though the airy wordly air
They inhale yet in graceless lack
Behold in the colony of wretchedness
Naked children begging alms
From brothers-not brothers
See as flies soar above sores
On their broken soles pus to lick
From the leaking flesh of starving souls
Don't their ribs tell the origin of bones?
Aren't worms molesting their intestines?
Don't they a place share in the supreme likeness?
Deserted cold gutter-side is their safe haven at night
And without meals they exit in multiple batches
To account for the trilemma of their ragged souls
Categories:
wretchedness, death, life, sympathy,
Form:
Pastoral
I work hard
Back breakingly hard
I am not paid
A lot of people got me to
This new world
Both foreign looking
And ones who’s skin glistened
In the sun
And was as dark as me
I will never forget
The pains of crossing that ocean
Till my confinement in squalor
I had never seen so much water
How can we be treated so I wondered
By people who though different
Were just like me ?
My wretchedness had only begun when I entered that ship
Death took many on the way
But grudgingly stayed far away from me
He apparently didn’t feel any fraternity
Humanity I threw away as I vomited
On the deck of that wretched ship
I found on landing no reason
To suppose it would ever come back to me
Work
That is all I do
I am a machine
Machines on the estate are valuable
And well looked after
But I am easily replaced so
I am mere fodder
In the fields I toil
For cane
For cotton
For money for the owner far away
No one appreciates
How dismal life can be
My master gets my brother to beat me
That hurts
It pained me so especially
As I worked with sweat flowing off my back
That stung with each lash
I never felt such resentment
I have seen many a sun rise in this new land
I was young when I arrived with
So much fear in my heart
I don’t remember where I came from
I buried that inside me a long time ago
I see new faces everyday
Fresh and green and sick as I was
I now laugh
I am not heartless but the pain they feel
Is no less intense in me now that
I am the one who will show them
Their new despair
An inescapable despair
One day I will be free
I will feel my soul float over that ocean
And carry me home
I do hope they will remember me
For I have been gone a long time
Since they captured me
Categories:
wretchedness, slavery,
Form:
Verse
Some days I see the rain clouds coming in
Then pull my head beneath this turtle shell
The world outside takes on a fetid smell
And all the vivid colors bleed and blend
Each sound that's heard enters right through my skin
The madness feels just like an ocean swell
I'm sinking like a rock and I can tell
Then suddenly I am my lonely twin
There is no room for love inside my heart
Pure wretchedness becomes my only friend
I feel the loss of all my normal senses
Withdrawing to my hideout in the dark
The strain of never knowing when it ends
Confuses me with past and present tenses
an original poem by Daniel Turner "poemdog"
Categories:
wretchedness, depression,
Form:
Italian Sonnet
Deep in my heart I search Oh Lord
Deep in my wretchedness I pray
Deep in my soul I cry for words
Words oh Lord, deep words worthy
To praise your Holy Lamb
How could I with human tongue
How could I with this spotted soul
How could I the unworthy one
Sing praises, how oh Lord
Sing praises worthy of the Lamb
Will I ever have the words oh Lord
Will I ever sing your song
Will I ever be around your throne
Where there I will praise,….praise
The Holy Lamb
I search the earth your hands have made
I search the sky, the clouds above
I search your flowers and your trees
Yet in their beauty none, none compare
To the beauty of the Lamb
Oh Holy Lamb please hear my plea
Oh Holy Lamb look in my soul
Oh Holy Lamb dispense your grace
That I oh Holy Lamb, I may have the words
To sing forevermore, Holy is the Lamb
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
09.26.2014
Contest: Verlena’s Holy is The Lamb
2nd
Categories:
wretchedness, beautiful, christian, longing, prayer,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Like an intricate mosaic with just one missing tile.
You know something is wrong and has been for a while.
Surreptitiously working its way into your mind.
Not wanting to admit an illness, saying things will be fine.
The nightmares come first, wake up dripping in sweat.
Maybe see a doctor about it, but doesn't want to just yet.
Panic attacks, immobilise, their talons grip deep into your soul.
Forced to submit to the wretchedness of its filthy black hole.
Like many before, temporary solace is found in the bottle.
Swilling down the demon drink until over they topple.
When the foggy haze of drunkenes clears and the innards burn.
To be immersed in liquor once again they would yearn.
The pills, well they work to keep you sane.
Not to make you better but just to numb the brain.
Emotion is gone, neither feeling happy or sad.
I think I'd rather feel something, even if it's bad.
PTSD, reduced to an acronym all of its own.
R.Y.O.K, is the message to call someone over the phone.
A campaign of advertising, that will do the trick.
But the sufferer still feels no one cares one little bit.
Like the potters field from times of old.
Where broken vessels are tossed, that don't quite fit the mould.
It's a difficult task to bend down and pick up each shard.
Try to put a pot back together, it just seems way too hard.
Categories:
wretchedness, anxiety, depression, mental illness,
Form:
Rhyme