Frontiers may get guarded sans hate,
And bonhomie get built ere late
Amidst smiles sans adversities,
But wars when rage, rage miseries.
More than the people, wins the king,
Soldiers die, their memories cling,
In strife suffer their families,
Yea, wars when rage, rage miseries.
The bridge-builders were forgotten—
Poor monkeys made butt of all fun,
Ram routed Ravan with all ease,
Long since wars rage, rage miseries.
Frontiers may get guarded sans hate,
But wars when rage, rage miseries.
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Kyrielle Sonnet |01.11.2023| war
Categories:
miseries, soldier, war,
Form: Kyrielle
Robert Lloyd ' A POET'S MISERIES'
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Categories:
miseries, poems,
Form: Shape
Why the world is full of
Miseries and sadness
Are they a catalyst to activate
Your senses
Your eagerness
Your perseverance
For the truths and the true happiness
And a test for you not to go astray
From good teaching
To learn the truths by processes
And trials of life
Categories:
miseries, happiness, life, sad, truth,
Form: Free verse
Sadness within me is my skald,
Ignorant world, taunting my afterworld,
Why is my soul in this soil pinfold...
The sky is filled with dark enshroud,
Am dumbstruck, thunderstorms cloud...
Love is an unloved harken,
The heart in me, a shrunken token...
Fey reliquary in the sand,
Buffing the defoliated leaves off my land,
She lay her tears on my heartland...
Miseries of the silenced one...
Tortured hell gone...
Categories:
miseries, abuse, betrayal, courage, lost
Form: Rhyme
A big thank you to all those who crushed my desires,
Now my mind is calm with minimum one requires
A big thank you to all those who criticized me,
Now criticism doesn't hurt, positive I see
A big thanks to those who never helped me in need,
They made me strong, of expectations I am freed
A big thank you to every one who made me cry,
Now I have resolved to be happy till I die
A big thanks to all those who were bluntly selfish,
Now I have no wants, I know none are unselfish
A big thank you to all the deaths I saw in life
Now I enjoy every moment even in strife
A big thank you to miseries that made me plod
They made me wiser, I felt agape love of God.
Now I miseries of life, I no longer loathe
They teach realities of life, augment our growth
27.07.2021
12 syllables per line checked at PS syllables counter
Rhymes checked at Rhymezone
L MILTON HANKINS
YOUR PERSONAL FAVORITE
Categories:
miseries, 10th grade,
Form: Couplet
When life is full of problems, pain and tears
You call out God's name endlessly
praying for solution, asking forgiveness.
In the process you benefit immensely.
Those who always think of God reach Him.
Thoughts at the time of death determine next birth.
When we think of God at the time of our death
we will surely reach him says scriptures.
So, next time problems come thank God for them.
They are special gifts to make you think of Him
Full of agape love telling God wants you back
To stay with him forever
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Bhagvad Gita 8.5: Those who relinquish the body while remembering Me at the moment of death will come to Me. There is certainly no doubt about this.
17.06.2021
Categories:
miseries, 10th grade,
Form: Imagism
A big thank you to all those who crushed my desires,
Now my mind is calm, satiated with minimum one requires
A big thank you to all those who criticized me,
Now others opinions doesn't bother me, positive I see
A big thank you to all those who never helped me in need,
They made me strong and confident, of expectations I am freed
A big thank you to all those who made me cry,
Now I can stop tears in jiffy and have resolved to be happy till I die
A big thank you to all those who were bluntly selfish,
I have no expectations, I understand humans are selfish
A big thank you to all the deaths I saw in life
I realised death is sudden, I should enjoy every moment of life
A big thank you to all miseries that made me plod
They made me wiser, brought me close to God.
Now I miseries I no longer loathe
They teach realities of life, augment growth.
20th March 2021
Categories:
miseries, angst,
Form: Rhyme
One drop fell down, one followed more
Then my count failed, free downpour
From two cloudy eyes, tears wishes feet
My lone miseries, life's endless beat.
On my bay, a sweet sparrow sat
Flown from far, but resting at last
In his beak a thread, thin long
Kept his weight down, started a song.
Weary of singing, he looked over wings
In such small frame, life joyfully blinks
Then I spot his one-legged walk
How shameful my moans, how so dark!
Oh God, tiny wings evinced glee
In his woes, but a king in flee.
Honorable Mention in BRIAN'S CHOICE F,any form,any theme Poetry Contest sponsored by Brian Strand
Categories:
miseries, bird, life, song,
Form: Rhyme
Listen to the sobbing air, smothered by
a satanic blanket of carbon monoxide.
Condemn me not, though I may be impatient,
for my wishes are aborted under industrial waste.
Weave your glowing tapestry of life; believe me,
I won't touch your creation lest it be tarnished,
permit me to view the process of your creation,
so pure and divine, which, my moribund mind
will observe silently, in utter seclusion.
From the realm of rustic serenity, far from
all urban ructions, the insomniac nightingale makes
a last call for lonely hearts, that resonates
in the mind of broken delirious people in a tavern.
My dream is another version of reality.
My love is alive, injured and bleeding unceremoniously.
I suppress the sound when it writhes in pain,
stabbed by the fruitless cravings for affection.
10th November, 2019
LAST CALL FOR LONELY HEARTS Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
Categories:
miseries, love,
Form: Free verse
Series and Miseries
Thrill was throwing in a series
Along with all the many miseries
Walks performed and errors made
Followed by big hits a cavalcade
Saw some eyes which were terries.
Some were happy while others sad.
Jim Horn
Categories:
miseries, sports,
Form: Limerick
The tide be bought
like angels caught
to repitition's swing in draught!
I still am poor
and thanks galore
appreciating Spring the more!
When I need grace
its to the floor
upon my bended knees, restore.
But King not need
or monarch's breed
a civil rights suit ~ intercede!
I love this turf
with all I'm worth
no symbols keeping royal birth!
We're all extent
of freedom's rent
this one ~ that one, & not "upbring!"
Equal and just
all portions trust
the cup of Godly peace take thrust!
A monarch's claim
not be my fame
it's liberty ~ or death's remain!
That's tough to do
this miseries stew
is still far better . . . . than their thing!
Categories:
miseries, dedication, history, loss
Form: Monorhyme
I sit here enjoying a wonderful sunset
One of the prettiest I’ve ever seen yet
When out of the sky something awful did drop
And right on my head went plop, plop, plop.
I was furious and angry and ready to cry
When I looked up into the reddening sky
And saw the cause of the yuck smiling at me
Allowing me to laugh at this minor misery.
Sometimes stuff happens is the saying they say
Only they use the word of what on my head lay
But I found out on this beautiful day
That if you continue to smile it will be okay.
Categories:
miseries, introspection, life
Form: Rhyme