Long Torment Poems
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What if we make it in time
Took my eldest brother of heart
I was age eight
Routing me through different foster homes
I could turn to nothing other than art
Script my life to a page, my newly designed faceplate
Registered me in school with hillbillies
Rednecks lurking behind oak trees
plotting to noose and conceal me
Troubles away from home
It’s all my fault, I’ll withstand the punishment
Take a recess, filter out the problems
Let you know how much fun it’s been
Street thugs want to beat; I’m no ones fool to beat
Pressure me and in my possession I acquire the tools to beef
As Lustful individuals we relaxed in our own deceit
Situations come to a stand still
I take shelter beneath the neighboring bridge
I’m grown and on my feet
Who could criticize my passion for success?
Here lately it’s become a fashion to stress
In these heated hours of liaison with we nest
I believe in me, myself, and nothing else
I’m out late in the night
I’ve got to get the rent
Trying to lead of life toward luxury
Another flaw in torment I resent
Plus I got issues with the police
The mayor and the presiding judges
So many scoundrels to enlighten my grudge
No one to stand beside this perched individual
Therefore I believe me, only myself
Wishing hard times upon me
Brush them off, time to study for my clinicals
The dirt shoveled, equals the nonsense I’ve been dealt
Put an out cast to ease
A touch somewhat seldom felt
Trailing my steps,
As I expire, you may have what’s left
And who knows, we might actually make in time
Peering through my blackened mirror in scenes
I witness the incessant struggles of individuals in spleen
Mortar over my nemesis as seen
The tower I build in an effortless climb
A have-not in time, this leprosy of mine
But you and I we have history in reply
Rest your thoughts next to this Charismatic character
On whom else could you simply rely?
The love letters I receive in kind
My colleague wants to know dearly
If you have a friend in mind
Paper makes misery worth living
Mother says her rapper insist I owe in him thanks in given
The humor in my latest statement
“By my ambitions only I’m driven”
I believe in me, myself and nothing else
But who knows, we might actually make it in time
I will give my heart and soul
to acheive the ultimate goal.
A priceless prize surpassed
I will love you all regardless of race or caste.
I share this wish with all
This mere monk from Nepal
and with a solemn intent
may I hold dear those who torment.
My thoughts focused and direct
all deviations checked.
IF myself or my friends falter
I stall stand tall and not alter.
From a servant to a slave
the victimised and exploited
I shall cherish them one and all
as if i had found a precious treasure haul.
May they be sincere or insincere
or someone I once held dear
If they should cut me to the bone
thier worth I would not bemoan.
When the green eyed monster speaks
may I turn the other cheek
smile and wish him well.
His wrongs best not to dwell.
Lifes to short for angers pain.
Don't allow your life force will be drained
His troubles you gladly accept
the secret hurt you kept.
A pure mind swept clear
no place for emotions or fear
lifes concerns just an illusion
samsara a life lived in delusion.
Author Dana Redricks
October 3, 2022
Broken and shattered, my heart feels like it's broken into a million pieces. I have tried to make this pain go away, but it keeps falling like rain. I try to cover it up with this mask called a smile, and maybe if I can't see it, maybe I won't be able to feel it, but the pain keeps weighing heavy on my brain. No more tears they did up now all that remains is an empty cup. Broken and wounded I feel so alone. I know God loves me, but there's a hole in my soul. Lord, I need Your healing touch that would mean so much. Lord take away this pain I feel and erase the terrible memories that torment my soul. I want to feel Your loving embrace. Please take me to a better place.
When despair held me in torment
And the road of life was spent
My every breath a fear
Amid dark puddles of tear
I never saw her dainty wings
Never heard them swing
When tragedy struck and the day was dim
The eclipsed sun had nothing in him
Grieving love long past
A name on the tomb so fast
I never saw her dainty wings
Never heard them swing
A shaken faith, no good reason
Aimless life season after season
A sublime love I felt near
A sparkling voice that grew higher
Drawing me from the depths of despair
Into fragrant, soft air
I never saw her dainty wings
Never heard them swing
And when the day was clear
A light heart past fear
She slowly let her wings flutter
And all that was left was some glitter
19/3/2012
By Tahera Mannan
Silence builds an awful wreckage of a girl
It feeds on loneliness and creates a void
Gray shadows haunt and torment and torture
A teenager is stricken and destroyed.
There is no sound of laughter or happiness here.
The little one has thrown in the towel today
Somber,
Melancholy moods decay the soul
It is futile to hope and dream and pray.
Emptiness builds a home in this women
In this girl,
This child where hollows have bred
A deepening sea of nowhereness consumes,
And eats away at every connecting thread.
Confusion feeds like a savage inside her,
Leaving nothing considered worthy remains
Destined to walk through life less ordinary
Alone,
Exiled,
Different and disdained.
Somethings are best
said through blank
scriptures in sheer
silence, but pulling the
violin strings of
a poet strumming
to personify pain,
with tempests of
torment rushing
through thin veins,
would only widen
twisted tunnels for
ink to bleed in
vermilion lines of
broken thunder.
For these lungs have
long thickened
from scraps of
pretend promises,
to dress them
with mountains
of flawed flowers,
oblivious to the colors
that suffocate,
black hearted devils
hovering above
treetops of tainted roots.
And when the
angel of death
descends to steal
the steel within my
mind,
I question the vampire
grey hearts that kneel,
to raven midnights
beating tunes
of truth across
glacial valleys
of mourners.
Why is living a
gruesome terror?
Where artless spirits
sleepwalk along
olive lawns,
as grass snakes
sing deceptive
schemes-
with the reaper
that strolls through
a funeral of fairies,
collecting weathered
wings
and bleached skeletons
buried six feet under the
graphite soils of salvation,
confined within garden
graves of deception,
designed In unearthly
roses dipped in poison.
If only the sun would rise
and see,
how I am no longer
plagued by the vision
of you destroying peace
within your kingdom
of hypocrisy.
I am not your puppet
pirouetting through
hellfires ignited
by the thorny knuckle
of a megalomaniac—
chanting manipulative
mantras of a destiny,
devised from disorientation.
I will always sing my own stars
amidst suppressed scars,
until the moon trembles
and falls
into the heavy depths
of grieving seas
streaming in salty sapphires.
O, fair heavenly Rose! How I sigh,
and sigh all the more! to smell your scent
and fresh bouquet, before I soon die
from a bleak, although unrepentant,
death! To never unite is unmeant,
to embrace is inspired work of art:
O, sweet Rose! Space and time both torment
me; they so constrain to bid us part,
and forbid our union as twin hearts,
two souls tangled in love till the end
of eternity—till all depart,
stars, the sky, and this earth; and transcend.
Though life's poverty, woes, will not bend,
my despair in this realm will expire,
once I kiss your dear face, my godsend;
and greet you in my opaline spire!
My journey, not the saddest one
I know that I’ve been blessed
Yet often, I just want to cry
I feel alone, depressed
Not wanted for those childhood games
Small in the scheme of things
But teasing, torment, set the stage
The pain of it still stings
Perhaps, too many share my past
Perhaps, most can outgrow it
But some, still don’t feel good enough
Like me, though you’d not know it
I’ve learned to shine, too hide the fear
I’ve learned to spin, to wear a shell
But underneath, my demons lurk
A hole inside in which they dwell
A terrifying sheeted ghost came by and we pretended to be scared.
It was probably Wilbur, and he liked to think that we cared.
Next was a headless kid carrying a bloody head.
That’s got to be Zeke, Tom, Willie, Henry or Ted.
Halloween on our street is fun every year.
We tease and torment each other, pretending some fear.
The kids get together and parade around sometimes.
One of them was a large see-through bank with some dimes.
A table, a treasure chest, a princess, a gargoyle too.
There were nineteen costumes before we were through.
Onto a pirate ship I decided to have myself glom.
Then I recognized the feet and yelled “Come on Mom!”
Parents are not supposed to get in on this action.
But here was my mother, getting her own satisfaction
The headless kid started to laugh now, and I recognized him.
Humiliated, because this was my dad, I ran off with my twin.
He knew who he was,and what he was
He was aware of his sins more than most
But this man can heal, they said
So he humbled himself, and left his post
....for a moment with LOVE
She knew the laws concerning women
Her blood flowed daily for twelve years
If they saw her, she would die
But hope compelled her to silence her fears
....and reach for LOVE's garment
She heard her daughter in the wee hours
Cry out in torment, from voices in her head
She knew that she was not a member of the house
But she would try, even if He said...
.....NO!
He said, it's not good to give the children's food to dogs
Demons are pressing my daughter
I must press in, past all pain and sorrow
I may be a gentile
But LOVE might make me His daughter
....yes, but even the dogs eat the crumbs from under the children's table
Humility moved LOVE to compassion
Humility took LOVE to a woman at a well
Where Love saw her rise and fail
Five husbands, and dingy veil
Only LOVE can bridge the gaps
Between rank, position, and purpose
When life fails humanity and we can;t see
That LOVE is proof that our God has heard us
....and given us assurance that there are NO outcasts in the Kingdom of LOVE.
Written by Trudy Schrader on 11-18-2018