Distressful Poems | Examples

Silent Shadows

Silent Shadows 
Lurking in the dark. 
No boundaries, free to roam. 
Lost spirits. 
Vivid images. 
Ghostly souls. 
Silent Shadows. 
Can you see them in the dark? 
Haunted houses. 
Haunted hotels. 
The Paranormal. 
Skeptic ghost seekers. 
Craving for the darkness. 
Eerie hallways. 
Distressful feelings. 
The dead are watching. 
Eyes are staring. 
Is your town haunted? 
Maybe your family line is cursed. 
You seek the dead. 
You ponder the ghost that roam.

NIGHT WIND

Distressful notes of pain
Strained with tears of plight
Echo through the silent night 
Filling the empty spaces in my heart.

Like a tribute song at a funeral 
The notes constantly rise and fall.  
Like spaces in a poem and dots in prose
The wind stammers hope to my heart.

Amidst my pain from the sudden loss 
I still sense the night wind urging a pause  
To my worries and troubled beating 
Of a heart shattered beyond repair.

The night wind whispers hope  
To a heart drowning.  
Leaves and wings play rhapsodies  
Of the end and start of past stories.

Aimlessness-05

Cultivation of distressful life was starting in our family after the cyclone
No shelter we found except a crushed hamlet on far dale with full alone
On the next year we’re moved to hill tracts for probing of best living fate
Through a little job my father cared us with his loving effort to be settled
The year nineteen ninety two was my first year of institutional learning rail

©Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
07/11/2022

D - Delightful

D
Delightful
Daffodils bloom
Dogwood trees too
Declaring - Spring has arrived
Distressful, dandelions choke my lawn

April 4, 2022

New form called, alphopp,  no rhyme needed, 
Alliteration: start each line with a word beginning with the chosen letter. 
Line order: 
1.-chosen letter  2.-1 word, 3.-2 words, 4.-3 words, 5.-4 words, 6.-5 words
Line 6 contrasts the other four - presenting a counter thought.
Creator: Gitanjali Kapoor from India

Sad Truth

A distressful note long forgotten
How varied the impact
Dramatic, subtle
Rising, falling
As vague as a fog shrouded shore
As lost as my place in the world
A distressful note long forgotten
It’s themes and variation define existence
The intimacy of a lover
The indifference of a stranger
A distressful note long forgotten
Is the sad truth
It’s who I am

Unbroken Revival Covenant

Revival* drives spiritual quickening
Against apathy magnified by doubt
Amidst distressful skepticism-bout…
God --- I thank for timely awakening.

Propelling toward faithful stewardship
Revival fires up yielded commitment
Once promised with gracious empowerment
Christ --- I praise for His gearing leadership.

Challenging quack healers’ deceitful stand
As well as calamity-stoppers’ show
Along arrogant scene-stealers’ vain glow…
The Lord --- I worship for revival demand.

Unbroken revival covenant reigns
Ceaseless midst earnest reaching-out fervor
Possible as urged by loving favor…
The Holy Spirit --- I esteem for faith-gains.

*Isaiah 57:15 For thus saith the high and lofty One that inhabiteth eternity, whose name is Holy; I dwell in the high and holy place, with him also that is of a contrite and humble spirit, to revive the spirit of the humble, and to revive the heart of the contrite ones.

November 15, 2021
5th place, " 'U' Contest, New Poems Only" 
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 11/15/2021.

My Proclamation

I can live hungrily 
I can stay alive by fasting
My starvation can't do anything against me
I can die of a pandemic outbreak without any medicine or treatment
Yes, O yes
But, I can't tolerate the hungry living of my country people 
I can't tolerate the death from starvation of my country people 
I can't tolerate any injustice against my country people
I can't tolerate the death of my country people for the pandemic outbreak without any medicine or treatment

You can come to me to kill my life, 
But go, go to every door of my country people to save their distressful life


© Mahtab Bangalee

Heart of Harmonizing Harp

In tune for blest reverential worship
my heart’s harp gives praise to God Almighty
awed by His great loving relationship
offered with rich gracious mercy’s bounty.

Midst triumphant harmony bringing bliss 
my heart that trusts the Lord sings victor’s hymn
confessing sins, His pardon I won’t miss
vanquishing guilt against distressful grim.

Sounding sweet melody of gratitude
my heart abides safe in the Saviour’s light
seeking to please Him by faith-fortitude
while reaching-out upon service delight.

I pray for heart*, filled with musical peace
throbbing along joy of contentment wealth
such heavenly rhythm that does not cease
against pressures upholding divine health.

*Psalm 19:14 Let the words of my mouth, and the meditation of my heart, be acceptable in thy sight, O LORD, my strength, and my redeemer.

March 3, 2021
8th place, "Heart Harp Harmony" Premier Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke; judged on 3/6/2021.

None But a Pen

In despair, only pen can understand the distressful heart
Like a singing bird in the winter.

Have To Forget Lame Favoritism

George Floyd
Name of the time
To remove the obnoxious word
"RACE, CASTE"
From the world dictionary of unkind,
From the scripture of beastly mind

Yes
George Floyd
Name of the rub out forever
The killer ism "RACISM, APARTHEID"

Distressful human forgets
The dangerous nCoV-19
There died many, dying and will die.....
Nevertheless
None afraid of that saboteur virus
They are on the street of protest
By the slogan for humanity
Through the procession of unity
Cause there everyone knows-
RACISM is the most hazardous than any other virus

Oh the sky is very sulky
The ground is alive bitterly
Weather playing there unscrupulous death role
Dwellers choke human rights forgetting timing goal

No, no way to live safe
For a peaceful world please come
Have to come to rub out
the word "HATE" forever
Have to forget, yes,
have to forget to say-
"I hate you because
You are a Hindu
You are a Buddhist
You are a Jew
You are a Christian
You are a Muslim.......
You are a black or a white
You are an African or an Asian or an Australian or an American or a European....."

06.06.2020 Chattogram

Life and Love

life is meaningful
when happy and sorrow
hugs it together
and life enjoys these lively

tears spit snidely
since the birth of
life story…..
and
tears rejoice complementarily
since the birth of
life story…..

love when devours thy life fully
then no hate can hurt you
although you are in a distressful kingdom of life 



-April 07, 2019, Chattogram

The Father of Light

Songs repeat in my head constantly
Will my brain take a break? We'll see
I need to renew my spirit of truth in me and I need self-boldness please
I need to knock down all the bittersweet lies and horrible worries 

I am the drylands of plenty before your eyes
He is the mountains, looking after everyone, so that we can feel our way out of misery lane into freedom's grasp; we won't end up being in captivity
Virtuous patience balances my lows and highs 
God is the valley of vibrant vitality and His son is the brilliant and suave sun that dries out the despair and distressful debris

Triggers are set off like a ticking bomb
Urges to do wrong makes me feel numb
Am I smart or am I dumb? Tell me, oh Father of light
Did you find any good in me? Sorry, my heart is full of fright last night - this time, I'll be a hawk or a falcon, soaring and enjoying his flight

THORNY ROSE LIFE

Defeated with frustration and despair
There you are plunging into failure’s pit
Lamenting, “Oh, for me, no one does care…”
From life of thorns, let me exit a bit!

Friends do rebuke your distressful venture
With counsel to free your heart from gloom's pain
Saying, “Hate grips you with misadventure,”
See the roses blooming in glowing gain.”

Learn rose-thorns' lessons well, though sometimes hard;
That’s the commencement of triumphant race
Keep on trusting* God around His safeguard
Midst thorny trials to be won by grace.

Life is not a bed of roses indeed
Yet faith makes thorn-filled cross bearing succeed.

*Proverbs 3:5 Trust in the LORD with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding.

August 4, 2018
Edited on January 4, 2024
1st place, "Sonnet - Old or New" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May; judged on 1/6/2025

Cork It Up

It's time we stop this game. 
Which has no distinct name. 
Than the already made. 
Such distressful and shame. 
Why don't you lower your gaze? 
When you proclaiming, am a male. 
Just avoid the stain. 
Cos, everyone has an aim. 
Why don't you stop this spade. 
Which always makes the heart to blaze. 
Don't forget about your ape. 
Who will surely bite from the same cake. 
Not even your mate. 
This soo strange. 
Why can't you brake this cane? 
 Into 


RESPECT ATTAINMENTS 
AIMS ACHIEVEMENTS 
PERCEPTIONS STUNNING GREAT 
ESSENTIALS SUPPORTING 

 But rather 

REVOKING BLOOD RAGE 
AMBITIONS SHUTTING DOWN 
PUNISHING THE GUILTY 
EXECUTING HUMAN RIGHT 
why? 
close that gate 
It is a dirty way. 
Don't shake 
The same day 
But try to make 
A new base 
That will sail on the lake 
To spain. 
That's the world's aim.

by Abdul Basit Ismail

Tatterdemalion

Three bangle bracelets
three initial charms, discrete
July birthday gift from my grandkids.
Three bangle bracelets
initially a set complete
until one bangle hit the skids.

Searching for a small bauble
proved very unsuccessful 
December has too many places.
Searching for a new bauble
proved equally distressful, 
I must buy a whole new bracelet.

Four months later a downpour
caused flooding along our ditch
checking it out, discovery!
Four months later that downpour
had washed my dogie from her niche
April rains had set her free.

Tatterdemalion
she looked deplorable and mangled
having spent months on the street.
Tatterdemalion
she looks adorable, re-bangled
now - good-luck charm – oft-beat.

written May 2, 2017

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