Long Sadness Poems
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The laugh of a forgotten one
has made a hopeless
one a worthy someone;
the laugh of a forgotten one
came out of nowhere
to bring cheerfulness where
there was sadness and no trace
of thoughtfulness!
By chance, I seem to have a reason
to feel that love and exchange
it, but I won't doubt where it came...
because it won't happen again.
The laugh of a forgotten one
makes living full of fun;
why didn't I think of it before?
Why wasn't I so lovable
and accept things as they were?
Ah, I resisted that call!
The laugh of a forgotten one
has made life so worth living;
the laugh of a forgotten one
has not kept me from giving!
As dawn’s first light appears in eastern skies
and paints the heaven’s dome in hues of pink,
I open sleepy eyes and realize
‘twas but a dream and life is out of sync.
Alone I lay upon this king size bed
where we would share our passions in the night,
and cuddle as we slumbered under spread,
but now these frigid sheets without delight.
In Autumn’s chill the heavens beckoned you,
and angels came to usher you away;
now here behind I’m left in shades of blue,
and seemingly alone in life’s decay.
The sadness from my eye rolls down my face,
and leaves a stain that time cannot erase.
February 5, 2019
"Thou wilt shew me the path of life: in thy presence is fulness of joy; at thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore."
~ Psalm 16:11 (The Holy Bible)
In Your presence, there is fullness of joy
A joy that no one can ever destroy
You cheer my soul and clothe me with gladness
Your joy is my strength, no place for sadness
My soul bursts out with joyful songs of praise
In adoration, my spirit, I raise
Rejoicing with joy inexpressible
For You have made Yourself accessible
Your words, my delight, the joy of my heart
Keeping Your commandments, full joy impart
My lips shout for joy, soul exults in You
For You have clothed me with salvation true
Rejoicing in hope, joy everlasting
Night weeping will end, dawn joy contrasting
In all affliction, joy overflowing
Reap with shouts of joy, though in tears sowing
I have set the Lord always before me
You're at my right hand, shaken I'll not be
I am glad, my whole being rejoices
My heart, mind and soul, all lift their voices
6th March 2023
For Constance La France's "Writing challenge - J words" contest
Sense a strange pattern here
Observe how sadness cheers
Pain infused with raw nerves
No reason and rhyme serve
Sense that mystic time hurls
A curious pulsing curl
Abrupt as time lost here
A motif pattern steers
No morbid flight to count
Soul journey for the mount
If all but sanity
Comes close to fantasy
Seeker seeks yet to find
A puzzling frame of mind
No devious torture then
To glimpse the moment when
Cast in these dreary spheres
Mask after mask unclear
Why motif mask constructs
A way of self-destruct?
Leon Enriquez
26 September 2018
Singapore
I don’t believe Donald Trump should be impeached,
He’s brought light to the Presidency, a dynasty,
Of a long line of ‘born again’ believers, screeched,
Wiling government into a god-inspired fallacy.
Burocracy is not an heuristic term or value judgement -
It’s a rational roll of reasonable deliberations, business,
Mirroring the typical American citizen as sediment,
Which Mr Trump places, to his credit and best guess.
He’s not a force for power without love and freedom,
Stealing smiles from unlikely Democrats, Pub’s alike,
He gives the lesser the right to arbitrate and custom,
When climbing the hierarchy an eager workers’ hike.
He’s not killed five people, an individual’s sadness,
Another quinquennial would see America great again,
With Covid faced squarely and firmly by flatness,
Joe Biden will take it as efficient, practical and fain.
Let the people speak from the Representative’s House,
Not one view, but proffering all view’s to regulate,
Bold with speech, he’s turned the stiff upper clouse,
Into commerce’s flutter, so please give a vulgate.
Dominique Webb
In the midst of the angels arose
Smoke of incense from golden bowls
Scent of perfume so sweet
Drifting around the throne seat
Seat of the Lamb who was slain
Forgiving, loving
For His death
Who is not to be blamed
What is the meaning of the golden bowls
From which the sweet perfume of incense arose
The answer is written in Revelation 5:8
The prayers of the saints is what it states
Whether alive or met our fate
God hears, keeps our prayers
Pray, it is never too late
Pray for loved ones, enemies, leaders on earth
Even for those who have not yet seen birth
For God remembers prayers for they have worth
Prayers of praise, thanks, sadness, weeping
Prayers are forever in safe keeping
When death has come and taken us away
Our prayers in the golden bowls will stay
written June 16, 2017
Brown yellow or black makes no difference to me
For my friend I am colored blind
My gift is that of X-ray vision
I see deep beneath the surface
For my friend I am colored blind
You say you're as black as the ace of spades
My gift is that of X-ray vision
I choose to look within to where your heart beats
You say you're as black as the ace of spades
Why do you carry yourself with sadness
I choose to look within to where your heart beats
For within you have great strength and beauty
Why do you carry yourself with sadness
No one should make you feel you are less
For within you have great strength and beauty
I am one who is proud to call you brother
No one should make you feel you are less
For my friend I am colored blind
I am one who is proud to call you brother
Brown yellow or black makes no difference to me
Note: in no way does this take away from the outer beauty
which is always enhanced by the inner beauty.
I find cultural diversity to be stunning and very pleasing
to the eye. I also enjoy learning from people who's background
are different from my own. This is one of the benifits of living in
Canada, we are culturally diverse. Although I earned a HM I still am glad I wrote the poem.
I’m dying…I really am
And those around me see the forces pushing me out
Sticky black outlines me, scratching its way inside
I feel like the divided creatures are availing…
My heart is failing
Is there a worse feeling?
I want to find a healing…but the eyes keep closing
FACEBOOK masks and seething lies bleeding outwards
Murdering personality, some say
Words of poetry undeserving recognition
Minds are crawling away from me as I reach for warmth
Grabbing onto a glob of black
I can’t see their real intentions…he needs an intervention
The priests won’t stop dunking her in the waters of perversion
Spitting open Pangaea, letting them flood its base
Things are going so fast…time is ticking disasters
A quiet sadness in souls I’ll never know
I’ll never come to understand you—I can't look them in the eyes
The tumultuous pupils overflow with the blackness…sticking the eyelids together
And drying…coagulating…
Binding…blinding
Only burning flames can lick it away
But my fingers are smoldering from the metallic roll of the lighter’s starter
The fuel is running too rapidly through my veins
Smoky ambience is weathering the skies
While Pangaea is depleted…broken
The creatures are separated—WE ARE SO MAD AT EACHOTHER
Racial content bleeding from the melting wax of our exteriors
Brotherhood—merely incestuous wasteland of hornless hornets
Empty stomachs moving special organs
Singling the heart out…
Shifting the lungs that give them airways of achievement
My teeth sinking into my cheek
I can’t move them…I can’t even speak
?? "Bestie Became Enemy"
Bestie became enemy, sharp like a knife,
I never thought you'd cut me out of your life.
I gave you my secrets, my soul, my trust,
Now all that's left is broken dust.
You knew my pain, you held my hand,
I thought you'd always understand.
But jealousy grew where love should stay,
And now your kindness fades away.
You smiled while you watched me fall,
Laughed behind every fake call.
The bond we had has lost its shine,
Your heart was dark, while I gave mine.
Now you smile with my worst enemy,
You cherish my pain, not what once set me free.
You've become a thorn, deep in my flesh,
Your presence no longer feels warm or fresh.
But I’ve learned the truth, I’ve seen the signs,
Not all sweet souls walk straight lines.
You were my sister, now you’re my test,
I let you go — and wish you the best.
There once was a sadness
that lived deep in my soul
It was there as long as I remember
I called it my "BLUE HOLE"
Some days it was empty
and left me alone
I could function and try to be normal
hardly any sadness was shown
Some days it would sneak up
and surprise me with despair
I'd feel so hopeless and cry so hard
I'd suddenly find myself gasping for air
At times I could manage
the impending doom it would bring
Other times I'd wonder why
to this life I would cling
As life went by
day in and day out
I started to wonder
what this BLUE HOLE was all about
So I sat down and thought
about how I could change
The way it effected me
and have my mood rearanged
I decided to fight
this mental enemy so mean
I'd block it's controlling taunts
with the help of a machine
It's called Neuro-Feedback
look it up if you haven't heard
It's changed my life
without saying a single word
5/22/21