I wish I could still see,
I've been locked away
now for 2 years
by the worse
of people...
inhumanity,
He forgives
his father
who
brutalized him
but I'm
the black
of rainbows,
I feel sick
lack of remorse....
of his pity here.
When I
mention
suicide,
he wishes
me into
the concrete.
Damocles
Kate The Shrew
are killing me
of all-poetry.
Trolls doxing
me into oblivion
with bull ........
Satanists
pretending
with a purpose.
Happy times and childhood games
Laughter echoes in the sunshine
That's the joy that childhood claims
But for the children of Gaza, there's only death and darkness.
Bombs snuffed out their tears and fears
The world keeps silent... what a shame
Innocent children who have done no wrong
They are just collateral damage to the powers that be
The genocide continues without skipping a beat
Those responsible should be charged with war crimes
It's the new world order on apartheid streets
Bombs keep falling as mothers weep...
Summers
Sweet gone you
Miss your flowers and flora
Call me again needs you
Your energy was
Beautifully vibrant
Can heal my wounds surely
Gone is the quiet. Gone is the holding back.
The war is here. The war is back.
We are readied from the fear, of loosing all we hold dear.
We fear all for we care for all.
We destroyed the plights drowning our dwindling lights.
We will make it right.
Born in the dark.
Nurtured by stone.
Forged by the core.
No longer shall we be broken. For now we break.
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A dwarven song, newly crafted for an old friend. Saved from horrors and now they know that war is back, they will not flee like they once did. In the war then never really ended.
The very ground quakes with their words, their hum, the ground echoes in odd ways and begs for them to heed their words. Begging all to help.
-On to war-
It cries. Not in blood lust. Not in wanton destruction.
In a plea to make the echoing pain stop. If even just for a moment.
Just to break the cycle once.
That's all that's truly needed.
It's clear that you love me
But i don't understand why
After the things I have done
And all times I made you cry
I've let you down many times
And put those tears on your face
I hate myself for creating you pain
Along with all your disgrace
I cannot fathom how you felt
Each time your heart was broke
The pain and shame you hid
Behind depressions dark cloak
You stood up for me each time
Even knowing I was in the wrong
Your love must unconditional
And it's grace I do not belong
You deserve someone who's worthy
And who isn't the reason you to cry
This is difficult because I love you
But it time that we say goodbye
God alone knows of all my sorrows,
and He alone discerns my every pain.
God grants to me all my tomorrows,
and at the cross took my sin’s stain.
With burdens heavy I seek one to care,
So looking to him each day I must.
For God alone can my burdens bear,
and only in God do I place my trust.
Just a girl looking for love
Eager to prove herself worthy
Another time, another place
No one knew her heart
Grief anchored in stone,
tears in layers frown to heal,
burdens drag me down-
growth slows down in ooze of filth
lungs choked, deny me air.
Bile and amethyst
wash the past into the now,
eyes can only weep
only sadness strikes clearly
vision veiled by endless pain
Future sanitised
emerging strong and careful
grief is cauterised
puss expelled with painful squeeze
sorrow becomes a weapon
The Specter
Your spent to long
Searching for fallen stars
Your moon slipped away
I hope your wishes were
Worth the price you paid
You failed the one
Who needs you most
And now you must confront the ghost
What's your story?
Is it a sop story too
Cause seemingly everyone claims too
And maybe there's not a good story to tell out here
What's your story?
Is it worth even telling at first
Or you believe it needs to be told
That's why you get all grumpy when no one wants to listen
What's your story?
Why do you think yours has the punch
And are you sure we don't have a story like yours out here?
Or you just want to tell yours too
I ask cause why should anyone care in the first place
Cause if you're doing it just for people to care,
Then are you really living?
Or you're just doing what all the others before you have done
Must you curve out a name and still make everyone say it
I thought the greatest satisfaction comes from knowing you did it
Or doesn't it count until they all know?
That's why I ask What's your story?
My story is already out there
But I'm sure you missed it
Cause we only relate to stories closer to us
That's why we live on hurting each other cause why should you care?
The PO£T
Life, come thou unhurried to me,
Said she, it’s long buried, to me.
A strange sorrow once married me,
Wonder who’d it carried to me.
Once a bubble dared laugh at me,
Blown soon, it looked harried to me.
Where’s the strainer that filters sins?
The query stands parried to me.
What all my joys can sweep aside,
Such brooms have never worried me.
___________________________
Ghazal |05.09.2025| sorrow, sin, joy, life
Broken mugs
And broken promises
A broken lamp
And broken knuckles
A broken TV
And a broken stack of plates
Broken drywall
And broken glasses
Broken bottles
And a broken door
This is a broken home
And my heart cannot break anymore
Lift graced prayers to stay faith's strength on tomorrows.
Belief can vanquish dark depths threatening sorrows.
Goodbye cuts the air
with an odd, misshapen lance-
too sharp to swallow
it lingers on ragged breath
it's aftertaste scalds the soul
It feeds like a beast
clawing at the heart's locked gate
demanding more tears
its anger never subsides
its hunger never sated
Yet inside the wound
a new dawn begins to break
away from parting
sweetening bitter sorrows
with a palatable sauce
Goodbye has a seed,
to be cast in barren fields
fragile and daring
when given a chance to grow
now the stubble has been cleared
Kneading the old clay,
we shape what remains behind,
sculpting mementos
into what can not be done
before the goodbyes are said
Each farewell when made
to echo in memories,
fierce, bitter, and sad
can welcome what's to follow
by seeing sorrow as sweet
creased mind blank uncared
void visage dumped unclaimed…
tears dry sub-psyche
Specific Types of Sorrow Poems
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heartache, melancholy, pain, regret, agony, repentance, suffering, mourning, sadness, heartbreak, remorse, misery, unhappiness, anguish, worry, hardship, blow, misfortune, wretchedness, distress, blues, dolor, rain, rue, dejection