Uplifting Sorrow Poems | Examples
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Longfellow was certainly on the ball,
When he wrote, “Into each life, some rain must fall.”
When the storms of life over us prevail,
right words their tranquil power avail.
In times when sorrows like sea billows roll,
God promises to restore your soul.
When you pass through the waters, He’ll be with you,
The fire will not burn you when you pass through.
When sickness sours the health of being
Know that your faithful God is seeing.
He who allowed not Ishmael to perish,
does His frail children nourish and cherish.
When enemies swarm the righteous man’s trail,
God has promised they will not prevail.
He will in their presence a table spread,
So, if you are righteous, you need not dread.
The Psalms are replete with uplifting words,
which in tough times are like the song of birds.
So, take down your Bible from the shelf,
And with God’s promises acquaint yourself.
"Show me a sign and I'll understand"
Words I tell God as I face up
Hoping that this time I'll get a reply
For at this point I'm waiting for anything
Ever since I can remember,
The world around me has been silent
It's like lips move but nothing is said
And mouths open and shout but it still silent
I've got my eyes to help me see the world
In ways that allow me to see it raw
Without the filters, cause I can't hear them honeycoat
Reality for I see it firsthand everyday
I learnt to use our own unique language
That helps me speak freely in the open
Cause media houses don't do that anymore
They're all looking the other side while the world hurts
I enjoy the world as it is,
It's a peaceful place where,
I get to enjoy the sounds in my head
And the rhythm on my feet
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Translating some sentences a day
I see words of sorrow
roll on paper,
feel my mustache
and hair hesitate to grow,
and fail to grasp months and days.
Translating some sentences a day
I see the ink
print deeply the sorrow,
scattering on paper
my millions of lifetimes in exile.
Translating some sentences a day,
I see my hand
hold the pen erratically,
feel the pain arise
from liver and guts,
and let words of sorrow freeze my fingers.
By Phan Tan Hai
I am in a moment,
Where my intention’s high;
My heart longs for wisdom,
While my soul sits nigh.
The school of this lifetime,
Has failed my course twice;
I learned wrong decisions,
I mixed wrong from right.
This living experience,
Taught me to not judge;
I was freed from thinking,
Though my deeds weren’t right.
I am in a moment,
Where time’s running out;
I must be more reverent,
I know better now.
When you are your saddest,
remember,
you are the brightest pimple
upon Brahma's a s s.
The next two weeks are to be grim.
We have been told to prepare.
The light we look for has grown dim.
Any uplifting information is rare.
We are facing each and everyday.
Wondering how it will play out.
When will someone be able to say,
that we know what this is about?
Survival is what we are fighting for.
Except we have no idea how.
How much do we have to endure?
We can wait no longer, it must be now.
We have to come together as one.
But we must do it by staying apart.
We look for hope, but can find none.
It is not easy to be strong without heart.
We have to believe in tomorrow.
And that we will somehow get through.
That in spite of the pain and sorrow.
We will discover the right thing to do.
Be of courageousness,
And not of cowardice.
Be of strength,
And not of weakness.
Be of joy,
And not of sorrow.
Be of joy,
Because there's a better tomorrow.
Be of love,
And not of hate.
Be of an emboldened spirit,
And stand in your faith.
Whatever offenses you may encounter in the world, even if they be doubled,
Remember that it is written:
'Let not your heart be troubled.'
angelic wingspan
of the night
somehow soothing
posted on September 19, 2018
Gone are the yesterdays that filled me with pain
No heartbreak remains of sadness and sorrow
I look forward to new days of cleansing rain
Dawn brings a fresh hope with each new tomorrow
No heartbreak remains of sadness and sorrow
Each night I pray and count all of my blessings
Dawn brings a fresh hope with each new tomorrow
I'll not worry o'er things that are not pressing
Each night I pray and count all of my blessings
I won't dwell on the past, nor trouble borrow
I'll not worry o'er things that are not pressing
To days ahead I'll look, and in faith, wallow
I won't dwell on the past, nor trouble borrow
I look forward to new days of cleansing rain
To days ahead I'll look, and in faith, wallow
Gone are the yesterdays that filled me with pain
June 9th, 2017
What will tomorrow bring
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Al horizonte, miraba yo,
En búsqueda del despejo de mi mente;
Pero al darme cuenta,
Es inevitable ignorar la realidad,
En la que el mundo va poco a poco
Perdiendo la conciencia,
Y se vuelven esclavos
De lo supuestamente mejor.
A pesar de todo,
Solo sé que soy aventurero de conocimiento y razones,
Buscador de nuevos horizontes;
No soy un esclavo de doctrinas e hipocresías,
No estoy limitado por reglas y leyes,
No soy una persona deshumanizada...
Fields and fields of golden and red flowers
Budding affection…nourishing weeping meadows
Vines and vines of insidious splendor
Never mind; we all have brain but not intelligent.
Misunderstanding and disappointment is living base;
Harassment and mischievousness why do we face?
Is someone responsible somewhere for this dent?
Is hell or heaven a living standard an approachable hint?
We waste our present to plan tomorrow or to analyse yesterday,
We never estimated our progress but celebrating a birthday,
The entire life education fails to teach us mankind,
But modern human is living in a ghost tent.
Eats smell and spreads stink but not avoiding mint.
living in waste; searching better taste for standard living,
never learns a lesson, crime is his fashion for care giving,
Why do i disturb others and like sound sleep for more relax?
Always looking short cuts and direct rout for a clean shaving.
Mary sits by a window crying
hoping for something to change
she has learned that she is dying
and that nothing is the same
Mary wipes away her last shed tear
she thinks of a phrase held dear
"There is nothing to fear
when God is near"
Mary knows she is going home
a place away from hate
the glory road she'll roam
up to the pearly gate
Mary gives a smile
a smile that is true
and that hasn't been seen for a while
she says, "Lord, I'm coming home to you."
Sorrows are God's winds,
His contrary, at times strong winds.
They are God's hurricanes,
They give my life lift to higher planes.
Sorrow will blow me to God's embrace,
As strong wind sweeps a bird into some refuge.
Short, sharp sorrows take me nearer to Jesus,
Than would long days of success.
Sorrow must not be left to ruin,
Nor the preciousness of pain.
Then afflictions, losses and disappointments,
Are there to mend and uplift me.
When you have sorrow...
Let me take your hand...
When the heart is low...
All is not as it seems...
Half in the heart
Half in your dreams
All can change...
Especially the meaning
When you have sorrow...
When you fall...
I hear your heart, call
Your plight...
I will guide you in to the light
When you have sorrow...
I will take you close to me...
Painful things can go free
The heart cannot remain low...
For the sorrow, must go.....
It is hard,I know....
To let it go
The sorrow....
The breaking too
The heart will begin to glow
For love never left you
It never left me
I was always there, you see
Wanting to set you free