Pitying Poems | Examples

Thanatos

He carried the stench of death upon him
so he had, from birth, and all knew but he.
All he met, unknown, sang a silent hymn
that he would not touch, so extend the spree.

Yet, he lived amongst them, as fate decreed
for those, caressed who had such little choice
turned to other deities to intercede;
they were not there, or did not hear their voice.

So death followed him, a pitying trail
across far distances, and endless space;
leaving a few, untouched, to mourn and wail;
that is the cycle of our human race.

As We Metamorphose

When you find the pain helps you cope
Fear not, you may still survive
Deep within hides a beam of hope
Take a breath and slowly revive

The things that don't kill you
Don't always make you stronger
The wounds run deep and true
The pain a way for you to conquer

The scars heal and slowly fade
But the agony will always remain
The edged blade a bittersweet trade
A reminder of the way you went insane

Their pitying eyes haunt my every move
The prying glances pierce through my mask
I am sure they care and worry for me
But why can’t they just… let me be?

Tears

Erupting from my heart
Leaking through my puzzled eyes ~
No pitying humans
Can cure my pains
Like these 
Little lavas

Chance Encounter

“Ashes to ashes, dust to dust”,
The minister intoned, dismissing us.
Embraced and patted, pitying looks from all.
Letting go of my rose, the last to fall.
Thorns pricked my finger, a drop of blood dripped down…
… in the hole where mother's body is buried in the ground.
The grown ups seem to know exactly what to do. 
But I feel so lost, so lost without you. 

I escape all the mourners by sneaking out the back.
I climb the hill beyond my house, a well known track.
Sitting on the stump that lends the best view,
I heard a rustling in the bush, and caught my first glimpse of you!
Tattered ears and dirty fur, but glorious and lush it must be…
…Once you've been given care, and had a few meals maybe. 
You were unafraid, though i think you'd been given reason
to be leery of people, but instead you squeeze in...
...beside my sitting stump, tail wagging and tongue hanging wet.
You seemed to know I was sad and you came to me to pet.
I obliged, and found my arms thrown round your neck so tight!
I cried into your smelly coat, and felt you cared, that maybe 
everything would be alright.

If tomorrow, she's not there

If tomorrow
She’s not there
I will live 
A life
In despair
I would fall 
Away
From her hand
Deflated
Flat
No light
Could I bare
I would wallow
In my sorrow
Exist
Only 
In my self-pity
Yet
One tiny part of me
Would see across
The plain
Of my self-loathing
And that tiny part
Would start
Slowly 
To build a scaffold
Bar by bar
Dawn by dawn
Slowly 
Build me up
And direct me
To where 
I need to be
I would seek out
Words of wiser men
Then me
Schopenhauer
Nietzsche
Aristotle
And more
Their words
Would turn me 
A flat, deflated
Self-pitying 
Nobody
Into a God
Into A devil
Into a philosopher
And I would find
Happiness
Again
But different
Not external
But 
Internal
I need no one
To create happiness
By their presence
I find it 
Inside
By understanding
The human psyche
And the traps
The masses 
Leave
To tare you down
For they are scared
And envious
That I 
Am able
To move on
But still
I dreamt
And still do
As tomorrow
She’s not there

Render Unto Caesar

Were Caesar's physique and a psyche imperishable?
Did he gain gifts from sources that were ineligible?
Hadn't all his possessions been from the heavens, rather?
Should he, then, for tributes, bother the son of the father?

Should Jews pay taxes to the Romans? This was their question.
Didn't you, as the infinite, know their foul intention?
If you say, You should give, they would ask you, You knew, Why should
If you say, you should not, you knew you'd be misunderstood.

Pitying on their stubbornness, you called them hypocrites.
Their minds, like a troubled pond, were full of perception splits.
Though descended from heaven, weren't you a human citizen?
They knew that if you wished, you could have been the sovereign.

Give away! Give up! Give back to each one his or her right
In ignorance-filled obstinacy, you said, Do not fight.

Little Child Shall Lead Them

The fiddler was having hard times
Despite his sorrows, he began to play.
Some crossed the street.
Others gave him pitying looks.

The fiddler kept fiddling.
It is what fiddlers do.
A little girl with music in her soul came by.
She threw back her head and threw out her arms.

The fiddler began fiddling faster and faster.
Bluegrass music, which spoke to his soul.
The child danced and danced.
Others saw, and ran up to dance too.

A little child shall lead you, the fiddler thought.

The Role of a Soldier

There are some eminent people
who are true epitomes of bravery
they carry arms to fight against
the enemy and unfurl the flag of victory!
But at times, they become the war casualty
who lose their arms and survive shortly
Pitying glances fall as they live a life of disabled 
But their high self esteem shouts, "You stand differently abled",
They shine bright and earn a unique identity
because they don't let go any coming opportunity
to restart the game of life as it was priorly
even if in a new way and hence they inspire many
Many of whom have a hard way to heal
and have courage to live their life normally...

Secret Woman

The reflection in your eyes
Hide the sad lines of beauty
Mirrored in your own little ocean
Touched a thousand secrets
Who sees behind the smile
Enigmatic soul gone before me
So calm, but never passive
Touched a thousand secrets
The reflection in your eyes
Drown the life before me
So clear, tranquil, almost pitying
Touched a thousand secrets
Goodbye my distant lady
The night has seen you gone
No glance to say, no feelings
Touched a thousand secrets
The reflection in your eyes
Crept inside my soul
Mysterious lady, thoughts so deep
Tried to touch your mind
The reflection in your eyes
Like the ocean taking me further away
Beautiful enigmatic lady
Touched a thousand secrets.

End of Days

What happiness is there in living?
What sadness is there in dying?
Happiness and sadness are ashes in the wind.
Death came along with birth; neither were growing young.
The hope of living, is the fear of leaving. 

Man's iniquity courts his own end.
His life was lamentable, his death painful.
Only with brightness can good exterminate evil.
Joy and sorrow eventually become dust. 

Heavens envy the righteous.
Plucking them before they fully ripen
taking them away from the lurking birds
So they feast not on them, lest they rotten  

What's there on the otherside?
Who has been to the otherside?
What happens over there?
He who knows not, speaks not.
only tales for children's nightmares 

Heaven's sin goes unpunished.
While it unleashes its wrath
Pitying not the people of this world.
Whose hardship knows no bounds
Who will punish the Heavens?........

Suspicious Grave and Digger

A beckoning hurt hand 
Something to understand 
And then try to withstand 
Or, else, vacate one’s stand…

‘’See, I’m badly bleeding,
My ignorance pleading,
That it be told the truth
And nothing but whole truth
About this grave of Ruth!
That had caused Frank a tooth!

‘’Does grave wish to be dug?
We could off the stuff shrug,
I leave with what I have
Cleanly sure I won’t starve!

Soon, a self-pitying head
Wanting pillow and bed,
Not Greg’s guiltless bloodshed….

Greg, who shall next week wed.

Your Cat

Your cat has returned without you.
It is sleek and wiry like you,
and does not like me anymore,
but suffers me under its roof.

At night it will not sleep with me,
in the day it stares
with what appears to me to be
a pitying disgust.

Nothing I do pleases it.
It hates the food I offer.
I get no thanks for changing its litter.
It nags me with an impatient
swishing tail.

Did you die and reincarnate
as this furry, not so playful playmate?
I confess
when it is angry - claws out and hissing,
it is the very spitting image of you!

Miscalculating Vet and Calculating Dog

Many are pitying the guy,
Because one cannot new life buy:
Bingo had on his groin pounced 
And got him-Meanest Foe-trounced!
Vet had Needle and Syringe shown Dog
And what he got worse than struck log:
To Bingo’s Canines job to do
“And don’t first ask your Victim ‘Who’?”

Many are afraid Vet will die
And have begun to say “Mute Bye.”
A Miscalculating Vet - Fie!
For him I could only once sigh:
Had in Dog’s food dropped a long sleep
But too quick to The Sown to reap!

An Alien Unseen

“I have lost the ability to see them,”
he said, "I once saw  them in the sky
at night, but I see them now as stereotypical
images from a thousand science fiction comics.”

I shrugged, secretly pitying him.
He did not now believe his own eyes.
His blind brain 
was busily denying what could be see.

For years I had struggled
to make contact with his race
but they only saw this face mask,
painted by a fluctuating light-wave
from a million light years away.

I still hoped that one day
he would open his alien eyes,
and see himself as I do.

No Prince Or Godmother

I was deep in the bowels of depression alley
When I realized no prince or fairy godmother was coming
The only person who could save me was me.
Was I ready to do it? Or did I need more “poor me” time.

I like pitying myself sometimes, enjoy licking my wounds.
Love to go over the scenario, making someone else the villain.
Sometimes I do not like taking blame for my actions.
This was one of those times, so I went back to bed in my dark room.

I soon realized I was only hurting me, so I resolved to change.
I began to dance, wildly enjoying a better me of myself, feeling better.

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