Short My Weary Soul Poems
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Biscuits, gravy
sausage, eggs
salt & pepper
In mama’s kitchen I find
comfort food for my weary soul
a pleasant dinner surprise.
Lost in aura of interlude
My pharynx is relaxed, soothed
Nebulizing my weary soul
On dreary days tea is my balm
Prayer’s scent like mint petrichor
fountain of grace conquers
my weary soul and thoughts
as divine spirit’s light
enkindles, I’m strengthened
with peace, I stand, extol!
i hear the pulse
this somber day
beat across the sky
its downcast eyes
dropping tears
against my weary soul
within its lies
a sunrise
unseen
through sullen eyes
Come, my weary soul, come,
It is time for you skywards to fly
The heavens, as soon as possible, to reach
Come, let's say our last goodbye!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
02 June 2021
The sun is as bright as
THE SUN
The wind is as loud as
THE WIND, that
DAY, I shall wait
For you to return from
The grave to bestow
Your beauty upon
My weary soul, leaving
The blossom of the green
Grape still blooming in winter snow
SPEAK ME AS LOVE
AS SPEAKETH THIS YOU THEE
SING ME AS LOVE
AS SINGEST LOVE OF THEE
FIND ME THAT I AM LOST
AND MY WEARY SOUL NEEDS REDEMPTION
SAY MY NAME IN YOUR PRAYERS
SPEAK ME IN YOUR THOUGHTS
LOVE ME FOREVER
PRAY WE NEVER PART
LOVE ME
LOVE ME
MY LOVE NEEDS TO BE REVISED
LOVE ME
LOVE ME
Haven for my weary soul,
On a beach beside the sea.
Mystical and magical as
Every home should be.
Safe, secure, serene,
Waiting at end of day.
Eagerly anticipated in
Each and every way.
This is the place I'll stay.
Home is where my heart is.
Ocean at my feet.
My life, content and happy.
Every dream complete.
Death my old friend, I welcome you like an old friend.
Young at first now an old man, I open my home and heart and welcome you you in.
So you bony spirit with the hellfire eyes take my weary soul.
Guide my gently into good night, cross the dark water to the gate of Hade's home, as I take my place in the underworld and eternal rest.
Take from me my leisure
Take from me my gold
Feed me with hunger
Bleed me with cold
Give me nothing but a shanty shack
To unburden my weary soul
Just allow me the love of my woman
The honest embrace that erases the day
Into the fulfillment of sweet touches of night
Take from me all of the earth
Leave me my world in her arms
the wrath of death's hands
like the lash of sea
erodes the edges
of my weary soul
with its unseen force
i am battered
bruised once again
emotions stir
inside my core
rock to sand
gibraltar
crumbling down
i fight
against
time
December 22, 2019
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I spent the night, but not alone,
For I was with the sea—
Alone with her, my mistress,
And in love with only she.
No other understands me,
My insecurities, and all—
No other knows my heart as well,
And can sooth my weary soul.
And if ever I am lonely;
Needing someone at my side...
I reserve a moonlit beach for two—
Till comes again, the Tide!
God reached down his gentle hand
And touched my weary soul
He spoke to me with that gentle voice
That voice so soft and low
He said, "I will stay by your side
I'll guide you along the way
I will never leave or forsake you
I'll be beside you every day
In time of need, call my name
I'll listen to your prayer
At times I may seem far away
But, I'll always be right here."
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Alas here I lie cold and dead
a corpse in my living stead.
Dear Wife, only God and you I say
ever took my breath away!
Do not my weary soul grieve
when I this foul world leave.
Dear Son, only God and you I say
ever gave me cause to stay!
But this realm I must forsake
and a new covenant make.
Dear God, only life and fate I say
did this mortal soul betray!
Written: December 2015
Hope to rise again
Rise up, ye who are tired.
Out of the pit of despair,
Use hope as a compass.
You should pray for courage.
Observe the horizon,
Do not give up,
Because hope will give you courage,
Your cup will be filled with bravery.
Never fear, and have courage.
Because hope never dies,
You'll be glad you did,
and assist you in ascending.
So, my weary soul, get up.
Bright, luminous, blue stars
are fixated on affection
The moonlight fervor flooding
my weary soul.
Storm recedes definitely.
The sun shines brilliantly
fervently. My leafy soul is
full of felicity ,delight
The bearable butterfly lives
In the beauteous desert.
The blue pebble enfolds
a leafless forest.
The green runlet flows into
an unavoidable fate
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Sweet sugar lips
I miss your touch
Your sweet embrace
As much
Your kisses more than
Twice as much
Your loving twenty times
As much
You caring for the damned
Your struggle to demystify
Your battle with my storm
I'm better for it now
Your soft and gentle touch
To lift my weary soul
Onto a loving nest
Of tender feelings
Your kind and gentle heart
To love me to all end
And above all else
Your raving glory
A soft wind waltzed in the darkness of night
With a silver moon shedding a dim light,
A wild willow wafting with gentle grace,
Reflecting the shine of stars on its face
With wooing wind whispering a sweet song
While frolicking on verdant leaves along,
Awaking crickets close from fields to creep,
Lulling my weary soul slowly to sleep,
Caressing the grass on the front yard lawn~
Somehow, this view left me with break of dawn.
Hush, my weary soul, hush!
Listen…,
The angel’s trumpet has just sounded, signaling
Our turn has finally arrived!
Come, my sanctified soul, come,
Now is the time for us to separate:
Me to linger behind on pastures well known
And
You, at once, to begin your glorious flight and soar
To blessed heavens
Where
Eternity, anxiously awaits, you
To embrace!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
25 September 2015
From afar, I see you.
Silently, I watch.
My burdens are lightened
with your presence.
A jester, I become
to mask my emotions.
Darkness befalls my weary soul
when you face I do not see.
In my visions, you magically appear
fullfilling my every wish.
Never did I dare believe
you were doing the same.
Your actions mirrored my own.
Two lost souls drowning
in the rampaging waters
of lonliness and uncertainty,
rescued for our love for each other.
Blessings--
Lit your candles upon us!
Take away the dreams that has driven the dawn away
Pour forth your light and gather up our muffled meditations
We muse morning to night whilst curses haunt the atmosphere
Thunderous greed strikes my weary soul again
Flee from us, you loathsome creatures...now we are letting out horrifying fear
Pour down your sunlit desires and hear our hesitations,
Taken away by the nightmares-- then it's all gone
Let there be light,
God!
As I take stroll in the meadow.
I seek serenity by a lovely oak tree .
It is by far my most cherished place.
I love the sun shining on my face.
When I’m alone basking in nature I’m free.
The fresh air invigorates all my senses.
All my worries and doubts seems to vanish.
I love the stillness that I find there.
And I don't dwell on the chaos everywhere.
My weary soul is free from anguish.
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There are many a times i ponder my death,
Dallying when it shall come to collect my debt,
In the cavernous depths of my weary soul,
I wait and watch to pay the toll.
Bottles of tears I've collected,
Bottles more to go,
Soundless and sleepless lo the faces pass and go,
Yet i stand blatant ,to face my fears and sores.
Taking its leave,
Stranded with guilt unseen,
I patiently yearn,
For the page to turn.
Loathing...
Hating ..
Awaiting..
Pining..
I don't want to love you, you know
But how when I can see you wherever I go?
Yes, I could hurt you just the same
Everytime you call me by my name.
I don't want to drag you with me
But it's true with you is all I want to be.
When in suffering I want to be alone
I think of you then I feel I'm home.
I don't want to remember you so much
But how when my weary soul you touched
Sure my heart is tied to my head
You're not someone I can forget after I bled.
How long must I travel down this dusty road
Till I find my own watering hole
It feels like its been a long, long time
Since I got a chance to rest my weary soul
I've carried this load for a long, long time
So I feel like I can't go on
I really need to see that watering hole
Just to quench my thirsty soul
My feet are sore, even the suns' beating down on me
So very dry and parched am I
So a long, long cool drink from that watering hole
Sure would work wonders for me