Short Sympathies Poems
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Such a pity you can’t be happy any longer than a day.
You have my sympathies, for the sadness you never say.
You have every right to speak rather than lock your feelings away.
Sally slept silently at the Seashore;
so a sadistic stranger strangled Sally!
Sorrowful Sympathies sent to Sally's sad siblings.
Copyright McCuen 2008
Harvey was quite cruel, as hurricanes go
Thankfully I live far away from the blow
Sympathies go out
Unlucky folks, no doubt
Ordinary people whose lives are at an all time low
Oppressed and suppressed
Facing hate speech
Rude snarky remarks
Unsympathetic sympathies
Bully laughs
Bizarre comments
Negative feedback.
Note.Victim Blaming is common in Pakistan.
Stop meddling and mind your own business.
When dawns your own world, when
From another's blank horizon
Rises your brother's habitation
Can it be overlooked then?
Stretching with the sympathies
Out from coldness of craters
Approached are the Maker's
Fixed sensibilities.
And while those bruises
Showed their true colors
Simply stood over me
In a hazy glaze
Of anger and confusion
While weeping persisted
And screaming pursued
Your most inner sympathies
You walked away
Left the scene of the crime
And left it all behind
Form:
Uncaptured sympathies
From the lost departed
No turning back
All plans are thwarted
Revelations and tears
Washed away with the rain
Forgotten tragedies
Unspoken in vain
Here I am a castaway
On a passengerless ship
Thanks for the freedom
No longer your whip
The verdict has yet come in,
The pleas and sympathies,
Are running thin.
No lights at the end of this tunnel.
The curtin,
Begins to close.
One last horrah,
For our ole' boy.
It's curtain time,
Once again.
Cannot call this one,
The seventh inning streach.
The end of act four,
The crowd jeers loudly.
Just Keep Trying
Take madness to good use
dawn of abilities tasty juice
threads of sympathies intension
possessions and its self-assertion
to reach the beloved in vain
and love itself as gain
loading the heart of another
subtle pain and dust cover
love that is a exacting pled
self-assertive reasons dead
living means to hope survive
hoping means to live
My head on your chest to hear your sympathies
Your heartbeat sounded like a symphony.
You picked me up and with three words, all was right.
I knew then where I would spend all my nights.
With just a simple kiss, everything was perfect,
and for the first time, I felt that I was worth it.
I found my place that day.
Somethings will never go away.
I have no stars left to count, no scarlet lilies left to pick and in my aching sympathies I find apathetic desires. Mother nature brought her introvenient shame withering all willows weeping. Abandoned leaves dive…
- - - -delicate crimson.
Date written: May 3, 2019
The world was passing by the old cracker
The fair winds of change struck him as blacker
He thought, 'I'll have me some fun'
So he pulled out his shotgun ~
He's a happy, progressive car-jacker
______________________________________
Note: 'Cracker' is a pejorative term for a South-
erner whose sympathies (still) lie with the
Confederate States of America.
Catching Moon Sighs
From time to time
as clouds pass
— those plumpted puffs —
touring by
…Out
from behind them
a
Night’s lit
Blink!
will occur
for:
T’is our
Moon sighing
at Time’s insistent nudges
to fleet on by
And at which overseeing Venus
winks her sympathies…
(c) s.y. eslinger6/2024
We all can write a poem
It is as your inspiration emanates
Set the sheet
Write the first word
It may be about nature
Or the thought of rapture
Set the sheet
Write the fifth word
It may be about violence
Or sympathies with the assaulted one
Set the sheet
It may be about the sword
Try and see through
Yes, through the lens of the witty one
No one can write a poem
It is as thy gait
I have such sympathy
for you who choose to squander
unforgotten words
and hatred
and hurt
you who consider yourself
worthy enough to place
the blame
you who have the power
within your soul
to cast away
those of whom
you do not see fit
that which you do not
believe to be
right or proper
where did you aquire the right
to decide whether
I
or anyone else
besides yourself
is right
or wrong
Form:
Somewhere there is my burning bush
Where I may come
Barefooted as I have always been
Over the rocks of Canterbury,
And there before your fire stand
Face to face
I, the image of you man
You, the blueprint I am scaled from
We two poles of sympathies,
Like gulfs beckoning
Jesus to walk where differences dare.
I pray that because of Jesus
I, like the self-ignited bush,
Shall not be ash blown into the air.
My sympathies are with anyone who suffers from gout.
It is painful and disheartening without a doubt.
It happens when levels of uric acid increase.
Inflammatory arthritic pain in the joints never cease.
A long list of different drugs are taken every day.
Anyone hopes the medications draw the pain away.
Such a condition can put anyone on the shelf.
I know, because I suffer from it myself.
Forget about it
Don’t think about it
It’s not important
Put it out of your mind
Things I have been told
Advice for the lovelorn
The bereaved
The broken hearted
The lonely
Your love has gone away forever
They have left you behind
They have stopped you in your tracks
Well meaning friends
Want you to forget them
Get on with your life
But the hole in your heart
Is too big to fill
With sympathies
To devout Roman Catholics I posture as Pope,
but that's in no way the end of my scope.
Zealous aspirations I daily inspire
by promising to deliver the coming Messiah.
Bible-belt believers in any doubt or suspense
are soon reassured by Vice President Pence.
Proud boys, not famed for their devotion to God,
stand by in the street awaiting a nod.
Just in case your sympathies lie with the Devil,
to you I can promise a helluva revel.
To forgive is to forget
Even if the perpetrator has no regret
Patience is a virtue for one with might
A merciless executioner with bloody footprints in sight
Another love, Another string
A dirty little heart is all I have to win
No sympathies, No regrets
I forgive every word you said
My woes are my lover
A connection with the lost sunflower is all I hold
As wait for you with all my desire
A bloody executioner is all I admire
Accusations sometimes false sometimes true accused
Past transgressions please grant grace, penance
Own sympathies of love in true love forgiveness
Loud reproaches criticise
Owning own transgressions okay
Genuine regrets condemn
Yea sayers outrage, I’m SORRY FORGIVE ME, Alleluia!
This my apology, please forgive me I’m so sorry…
4/25/19
Honorable Mention placement in Contest
APOLOGY Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
At Christmas,
let us donate to people
baskets of sympathies
lights of hope
ties of love...
Clothes,
which heat the spirit
and dress warmly
bodies...
Food
to prevent
from famine and soothe
The spirit...
Sweet words
and delicacies for the occasion,
spiritual bread and
panettone...
Divine fruits combined
with boon of attention...
We must offer in profusion
substance for subsistence,
but mainly,
the friendly words...
of Christ...connection
with the Lord...!