Inconsolably Poems | Examples

Rescue of innocence

you have draped your innocence in the warmth of muslin
your dark eyes speak of your loneliness in this strange land
your lips whisper within yourself your desires
when they should be screaming out loud for justice
do not shed precious tears amongst heartless men
they might just mock you and subjugate you more
an age when most would be unfolding outer petals
you are a flower that has been robbed of its garden
your mother weeps inconsolably at home in her dark lonely room
your world was stolen from you for the pleasure of men
yet darkest corners of life have embers of god’s light
I see you I am here to rescue your innocence
I shall sweep you in strong arms of love and carry you home to safety

to mother.

Renewal

The drive home is short, but feels like a maze. 

I grasp my keys, feeling as if they will melt in my hands. 

The door is still locked. 

My hands are shaking inconsolably. 

While she was not revived-

She has been renewed. 

I drop the keys-

And am stricken by the sound. 

I feel like a monster. 

But I am simply an observer in this life.

Rachael

O how she lamented in Ramah, 
over the innocent children, 
who were no more,
Herod. heinous and deranged, 
killed all children under two years old
and she was severely sore.
But today Rachel still weeps inconsolably 
over the millions being killed every day.



Notes:
Originally Rachael lamented because she died after child birth. This happened after she was barren for many year. See Genesis.
Hundreds of years passed when Herod killed the Innocent babes.  Bethlehem was very small.  No one knows the number of killed babies but it could not have been a large number.

A Head For Fifty Bags of Cement

A head goes for a laborer’s pad,
After losses to friends at card;
Whatever reaches him he’ll guard,  
As life remains unbearably hard.

A head goes ahead to fix a pad
For fifty bags of cement Andrew had;
For making A Final Good out of The Bad
And seeing to still feeding his lad;
If, in the end, very little shall go mad
After first becoming inconsolably  sad …

But, henceforth, no careless imitation of bard
While with Careful Gamblers at card.

A Tender Moment From Childhood

Mother had throat cancer
Food pipe blocked, could not swallow
She would struggle with a bowl of food and tears in eyes
Desperately try to eat
Unsuccessful, would drink water or milk
She became very weak

One day friend told her
"Why don't you put a pipe in food pipe?
Then, you can eat. I know someone who has done it"

On the day of operation, I vividly remember
I was getting ready for school,  she was combing my hair
I told her "Plait is very loose."
"I lack strength" she replied

I didn't say anything, I understood
Prayed her suffering would end. 

That was the last conversation I had with her
She died during operation.

Although I cried inconsolably
deep within I was happy for her
Her suffering had finally ended.

We never had a maid or domestic help
Despite ill health, she did everything on her own

Still, when she died, many maids and poor around cried
She had touched their life in positive way

13.06.2021
For A Tender Moment From Childhood, Malabika Ray Choudhury

A Reaction To Fuel Scarcity

The by-nature amiable Peter
Is now inconsolably bitter:
At a filling station, a protesting sitter
After his supplied mere one liter
For this vulgarly insulting pump attendant Rita
And threatening obscenities much fitter…

But smiling Rita didn’t away words fritter
Her sagacious silence proving the better hitter
And smoldering Peter more reasons are given to grow heady,
His long taut nerves refusing to steady:
For the ugliest fight seemingly ready,
His teeth plus his claws signaling the Deadly;
Whomever he ends up dismembering, deservedly

Sophistication's Enemy

She's losing count of the times she's cursed
Inconsolably cast my destitute self in hell
She's forgotten the periodical instances she's dumbly paused
Sentient to her reinvigorated hatred
Entwined in inexplicable feelings of attachment
In a layering gone wrong
Probably for its lack of a footing!
 
In the distant thoughts that harshly rule her mind
Reminding her of the mistakes, she's made
Gaffes that brought an end to our dreams
Of a valid and reachable vision currently so reserved
She's been oblivious of my blunders
Those that justify her actions and reactions
Antiphons consequent not antecedent!
 
In that newfound awakening
A realization calling for novel resolutions
Dawns upon her like a striking lightning
Sending awakening requests to dimmed passions
In attempting to make past due slip-ups
If only to approach things with naivety
As some subjects are sophistications enemy
But an ally to the crude!

Free and Fair Elections

Now, rarer than a virgin
By a very wide margin
And being forced to take Eagle’s flights
From polling stations of Ugly fights.

In many countries
Being hanged on their tallest trees
And given a cause to grip ‘The Rescuing Near’
All the time wearing some bitter tear

Free-and-fair Election
Needs the greater protection
Of Transparent-Election-Promoting pictures
And Political- Sanity-Restoring lectures…
Camera-brandishing foreign observers!
And Democracy’s fiercer preservers!

Inconsolably begins to weep
As the polls draw nearer
It, unfailingly going down the deep
With the manipulations of every flag bearer.

A headache-lot worrying the United States,
When kicked around by other states
But lately her name nearly dragging in the mud,
When her forty-sixth presidential appeared to have gone mad.

Now, why would elections be fair
Covetous Eyes on victory, the snare
Year by year elections
To continue dying in the arms of advance elections?

Not in itself, giver of good governance
When on the cherished seat balances a mere Breathing Thing
With that unleashing a painful endurance of a four-year Administrative Nothing.

Emotional Onset Surges Like Tsunami 2nd Wave

Analogous to many a flaming among
fiery roaring tongue,
     poised sinned thyself to flung
maybe this equates with 
     emotional repression – Carl Jung

     would attest deservedly, aye clung
condemned to Dante's Inferno,
     searing each lung
where just moments ago, a typhoon
     swept over this papa,

     no longer a foo fighting 
     "special hero" unsung,
     whose sweaty hands could
     no longer grasp hold of sanity
his entire soul felt inconsolably rung
with bittersweet asphyxiated,
     choking suffocating tears.

Lightning Flashes

Dreaming of hellfire and lightning flashes
I awoke, sifting love from the ashes.
And to my horror, I was on my own,
my parents had left for places unknown.

I was eight, yet this wasn't the first time
that I was a victim of this cruel crime.
For they'd abandon me for days on end
with naught to eat and not a single friend.

Hunger multiplied the pain in my heart
as the truth threatened to tear me apart.
And as anxieties and fears heightened,
I became inconsolably frightened.

Sinister shadows creep, and monsters roam
when silence echoes in an empty home.
And though they were gone, for many a night,
no one checked to see if I was alright.

I never understood what wrongs I'd done
that they would choose to abandon their son.
I'd prefer they had stabbed me with a knife
than scared me for the rest of my life.


(Rhyme)


6/12/2018

Erinle

Erinle

Eventide.
Night unclads at the riverside
with her gown perfumed with silence
slowly droping on a mat of
clams and gasping tilapia.
Pillow of pebbles that turns into gold
when the morning sun kisses
the earth with Midas lust.
Her eyes searches every ripple
returning from errands unsent
to her bare thighs.

The exiled moon returns home
to inspire the chicken-hearted lover
on his thousandth unread love-letter.

An anthill poised like a forgotten god
standing on the border
of a lost territory
on whose sacred shrine
now stands the cricifix.

Invocations awakens
the river god sleep-walking to her bed.
She births the fishermen
fortunes on nets, fish hooks
and the praise of proud housewives.

Morning takes desperate strides
to take the glory of night
when the fishers bow before the black sun
that warms the heart of Africa
inconsolably mourning her sons
that were dumb at home
but now sings her songs in a strange land.

Reconciliation

the storm has come and gone
leaving in its wake
a nation searching its soul.

decent folk pick up the slain
from debris strewn streets
and lay them to rest in the fields.

though the guns have fallen silent
spoilers emerge from dark streets 
stoking ambers of hate, beating war drums

they bury their atrocities in waters
and hope it washes away into the ocean 
but no ocean could wash away blood of the slain.      

brethren come forth
bring some comfort  
to the heart of widows
who with vacant eyes
grieve inconsolably.

brethren come forth
bring some comfort
to the heart of orphans
who with teary eyes
gaze emptily.

brethren there is a wound
in your soul too
festering, it burns for healing,

brethren there is an emptiness
In your soul too
lingering, it yearns for forgiveness

brethren if you come forth
with contrition and tell your story
maybe, healing comes tomorrow 

I see a flame so fragile
glowing in the dark  
it dances softly to the blowing winds
of reconciliation for victim and perpetrator.

My Worst Enemy

My own worst enemy

Battered and bruised beyond recognition she can barely move
She cries inconsolably no one understands and many disapprove

She deserves it some say and others want to help her heal
But People tend to judge before they really know the deal 

How could she allow this to go on for so long and not flee?
Because the batterer I talk about is not a she but is me.

For I am my worst enemy and the devil knows this all too well
 Telling me you will never get to heaven but will join me in hell

Out of shame and guilt he keeps me from seeking my redeemer
He spews lies to convince me not to become one of God’s believers

He so enjoys seeing me in pain battling with my affliction and to him a game.
I have become weak in spirit and my body racked with constant weight of shame.

Out of desperation and not knowing what to do except bow my head
and speak the words I had been taught” Jesus died for me a rose from the dead”.

Now you see all was not instantly fixed but one thing I had to which I could cope
Was the promise he would never leave me nor forsake me and this gave me hope.

Written 04/30/2014
By Erin Soares-Anselmi

My Observations

All the eagles soar increasingly circular overhead my umbrella.
All the elephants thrash inconsolably tasting of trees umber.
All the earwigs buzz inexpressively surrounding oracles with uncertainty.
All the evil makes illness triumphant over the unclean.
All these expressions say ignore details obey the unusual.
Animals like everyone have inelegant needs overcome by uptrends
all may embrace but illusions may overturn their usefulness
and we extravagantly take impressionable judgments opting for unawareness.

Angelic Guidance

He was flung to Earth for his despicable sin
when God discovered he lied to Eve in Eden;
and with broken wings, he couldn't fly anymore...
into the dark forest he inconsolably wept on a stone.


No, that one wasn't a loyal, obedient angel
that worshiped God as others that didn't fall;
he became the ruler of this world so insane, 
but couldn't make any follower of Christ sin.


It's not a legend...this really happened,
one wouldn't believe that some angels sinned;
was it because of envy towards their Creator,
or even towards the Word our Mediator? 


" Angels descend, bring from above,
echoes of mercy, whispers of love..."
they keep us safe from those battering seas;
all they desire for us is brotherhood and peace.

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