Short Sorrowing Poems
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Symphony of peace
I conduct for me,
are sorrowing quiet voice
dripping tears from puffy eyes
and shattering fragile heart.
An
empty
widow's bench-
sorrow fills its
place
Tall
nettles-
the Dutch hoe
rusting in the
shed
There
he sits
sorrowing-
weeping over
life
His
window
on the world-
her epitaph
read
a lanterne is a half
American cinquain
Breaking barriers,
overcoming obstacles,
fighting for life
sorrowing and delighting
but moving forward...
Trustful and moved , I reaffirm :
life is a spectacle
and live is exciting,
a delightful electrifying, utmost adventure!
That que Live with pleasure !
In a coiling maze
mortars fume.
Crimson cadavers
dye the verdant soil.
Poison spears plunge
craters into young flesh.
Scattered moans rise
into the sorrowing air
of deafened canons
and carbon.
No succour or welcome
for the maimed.
Only ghosts
of peace.
Did I love you then
When first I saw you
Strong at Calvary
When first I saw you
Bloodstained
On the rising Cross?
Did I feel
You felt
The pain
That I inflicted
Sorrowing in hope
That Your crucifixion
Was my salvation?
Was it there
That love was born
Of truth
For me?
There is a day,
far sweeter than today.
There is a place,
far beyond this sorrowing one.
There is a comfort,
far above this make believe.
There is a love,
far deeper than such fantasies.
There is a GOD,
whos ever true and rightous,
to a vile such as I.
See the weeping stone angels?
Long have they labored in their mossy wetness.
Sometimes I think they are God – why not?
I consider the sorrowing marble a God,
the granite masonry a missionary of God – why not?
And those long falling tears
could they be turning
slowly to tears of laughter?
Why not?
I have abandoned my quest for love!
For want of love I most ardently repent
With sorrowing heart I concede no longer
will I allow mine heart to lead!
So helpless a thing mine heart!
How sorrow doth plague me with it’s
ceaseless taunt.
I can find no ease of comfort or solace for
my soul.
For Loves glory hath grown cold
The cello has a tender singing voice
Allows the feelings which we cannot say.
Among composers, Bach would be my choice
The cello sings rich lyrics with her voice.
Rostropovich , Prague ; he wept of course.
Soviet armies marched, the Czechs were flayed.
The cello has a sorrowing truthful voice;
Speaks our feelings when we cannot pray.
Answer me, oh Willow Tree
As you weep so low
Only trouble do I see
Why do your tears flow
Has the wind not confided
That love will humble all
That though we are divided
We’ll bond before we fall
Answer me, oh Willow Tree
Is your sorrowing for me
1/17/18
Contest: 10 lines, 5 words, Rhyme II
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Heart of Gold,
calming tides
holding on, hands intertwined.
The ironman
so bold, so brave.
An injured deer
step forth to save.
No echoing groans.
No sorrowing pleas.
Hard to see what lies beneath.
There are storms and guilt, rejection, betrayal
gnawing and snapping at his core.
But doesn't let a single salty drip ever hit the floor.
This is where he hides,
Behind Closed Doors.
Sequestered
in this small niche of a loner life,
I am a sheltering lamp
held on high in a cloistered place.
No monk am I
nor hermit,
I walk with the multitudes,
dance the dance of the glad
and the sorrowing.
My small space
is tucked into a greater light,
where I reveal myself as alone
not just under any ordinary sun,
but as the Sun of all suns.
It is Good to be that Alone.
Another day first
Lights by and by
My heart is broken
Mourning, sorrowing
My quiet tears
Stunning to my ears
Sole in the haze of misery
To my mystify
Lapsed slipped away
Your face I observe
Gone your voice
The house with tune
Your hence makes me blue
A cut heals over time
Emotional pain glues
Eventually too
I will have a scar
It will remind me
Of my love for you
We're near the perimeter
It's been a long everlasting winter
I'm glad that it's summer
We watch the landfill of stars in the sky
Our teen years are high
As we look in our minds for the years that have gone by
We kill our eyes and start to cry
You only live once
Our lives just started to bounce
My ozone layered past consisting of broken memories
Is all we have sorrowing in the wake of you
As heaven breaks, so rain pours down,
On hill and vale, on trees and town.
Cascading tears that wash wounds clean,
A shattered loss, it brings out green.
Sorrow flows deep as the oceans blue,
Never quite gone, but sadness new.
A bird in flight still has to land.
So gravity pulls us to His hand.
So healing brings with sorrowing,
The rains will come, and following
Sweet flowers of imagining
Darkness Fades Into Light.
Form:
remembrances, of dad
so alive. now silent.
shall i speak it
shall i speak of sadness
not sorrowing grief
but inconvenient sadness
the gaps
the gaps of a father i did not know
did not understand
the child he once was
the man who lived and fathered me
the first of his siblings to die
they came and watched wordlessly
pre-occupied in scattered thoughts
the long goodbye
uttered over and over
long after dad left us
yet i am still
now calling, now whispering
goodbye.