Short Song Sympathy Poems
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Bury me
A bit further over the hills
I ask you to carry me
Bury me
Never shall we perish
Together we
So please bury me
Misery indeed
Onward, no boundaries
The sin that I lead
I shall ask no more
Bury me
Just past those hills
I will have you carry me
As those whom tear for me, will
Bury me
If I seem down
forgive me
frowns I carry around
live in me
you may say,
ya' see right through me
your words untrue,
renew me
the hurt I’ve learned
brews in me
if only you could
re-design me
take time rewind,
refine me
recreate the mold, without lies I’ve told;
give back the soul I sold.
®~JSLambert
I am the confidant of many,
a healer of weary souls,
they come to me with questions,
and tales of their ample woes.
I advise and console their broken,
and bleeding hearts,
for I know how it feels,
to be ripped and utterly torn apart.
What can one so humble as I;
I often conclude with query short and sweet;
do for a true master-poet;
who muses others as he speak?
LAMENTING HARMS
I am passionate in regardless requiem
I dress ridged and deploring
I need shed tears for my sorrow I bewail and bemoan
I am related to elegy
I vacation at the cemetery
My job is lamentation writing up funeral chant a burial hymn
I desire to sing at my passing in heaven
11/26/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
LAMENT POETRY FORM
Hey there friend,
Are you happy
To see me?
I like to see you too;
You make me laugh.
Let's smile together;
I hope that it's real,
What you feel
When you're silly.
Can I ask you,
When you take a hit,
Do you think you can do it,
Do anything?
What's your tomorrow?
Can I borrow
Some of your nonchalance,
"Do what I want"
Attitude?
Can I help you?
Do you need help?
Are you happy?
Form:
A place still lies
Lonely and untouched
Every night it cries
Seeking for its walls to be patched
A place still lies
But dead in its self
With broken memories
And an empty shelf
I struggle to find myself
In the midst of all the strife
But above me a cloud of darkness
So thick, full of sadness
The place will still lie
But not utter a cry
It shall continue to die
Because no one asked why
I cry so many times and yet no one sees it
I cry so deep in my heart and yet no one hears it
sadly I can look you in the face and show you joy
when deep down I feel pain,I can give you smiles
with my words and never let on I'm in pain ,my mask
is well and you'll never see it,for you see I've learned to disguise it,
I can give you love and never know it,why because I stopped learninig how to
show it.
Form:
Verse 1
So young
One gun
How dumb
I'm stunned
He's done
My son
My son
Verse 2
His choice
My voice
Spirit hoist
Skin so moist
Such a boast
My son
My son
Verse 3
Died in vain
This drives me insane
Such hidias pain
Listenening to the rain
For what has it gained
My son
My son
Tribute To A Co-Worker
Who Lost The Battle
In A Gunfight With Police
So Long Hollywood { 55 yrs old }
live it to you, where I had to
i'm giving up you, and i have to
to make you feel, it was worth it
did i did wrong,when i had bad
the last love,treat it as crush
did you miss it,everlasting
should it be this,change it for me
i really want to,touch your body
put my lips on,tell me when you ready
we have done this,one last thing
they will never, trust us sorry
send your love too,where you have to
live it to me.
I am a poet writing of my pain
I am a person living a life of shame
I am your daughter, hiding my depression
I am your sister, striving to make a great impression
I am your friend acting like I'm fine
I am a dreamer, wishing this life, wasn't mine
I am a girl who struggles with suicide
I am a teenager, pushing her tears aside
Side note: (Writing for other ladies out there, not so much myself, so don't worry about me)
Form:
Take the dead;
use their parts
to make a wretch,
this morbid art—
Frankenstein, Frankenstein!
You are to blame
for the deadness
in your heart.
Great scientists
applaud you,
what— because you
play a god!
Frankenstein, Frankenstein!
Broad paths
are better
left untrod.
Look in the mirror;
See the true beast!
You are the nightmare
stealing your sleep!
Oh, Frankenstein;
The self is the
monster that haunts
you—haunts me.
A good example, of being a man
O, from Jesus, God’s beloved son
Would you not like to take a share?
Of His graces, for us, He prepared
Be thankful, for the life, he gave you
Yes, O yes, be thankful, and be true
A good example, of being a man
O, heed the calling of the Holy One
Would you not listen when he speak?
For in Him, the true life, that we seek
His scriptures, from them never depart
Yes, O, yes, bind them all in your heart
Tears of my heart
just tearing me apart
deep down inside
is were they hide
when you look
can you see
for they hide
deep down inside
tears of my heart
trying to find away out
just tearing me apart
if they only knew
they were lost
they don't have a clue
deep down inside is were they hide
waiting to find someone to care
or have someone else bear
these tears of my heart
do you care
for they are just tearing me apart
looking in the mirror i say,
"i forgive you today."
but thats just a lie;
just to pass me by,
just what am i supposed to say?
oh sweet summer pain,
slowly driving me insane!
i didn't want to grow,
but i just dont know;
i don't wanna go all the way...
and so i cry,
deep down inside;
i feel as if i lie!
but i dont know why,oh why.
you feel it too,
as if it's true;
deep down inside you.
but you dont know what to do.
just believe in you...
Don’t you scold,
She is not bold,
The weakest sentiment,
She cannot contain!
A fresh rosy colour--
Of emaciated cheeks,
Contrasting rings somber,
Besieging the sunken eyes,
Her limbs slender,
Akin to a moon beam tender,
Complexion pallid,
Gaze languid,
The stature stunted,
The chest movements restricted,
Imperceptible fever,
With occasional shiver,
The ‘delicate’ personality,
Described by the laity!
Well! She is certainly frail,
Alas! Medically, a plaintive tale!
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