Sufferings Poems - Poems about Sufferings

GOD AND MAN

Tonight, when the sun retires
And you're left alone with thought
I want you to ponder
Why does God, who made man in His image
Choose to remain a shadow
While man
The one He crowned with glory,
Decides who eats, who drinks, who dies?

Sometimes I wonder
Is God afraid of what He made?
Has man found a way
To hold Him hostage with his

SCRIPTED SUFFERINGS

My life’s a movie, roll tape, lights, cameras, action
Playing every scene with pain as my main attraction 
The life I live is more like a devilish transaction 
Said I quit the drugs, but slowly I’m relapsing 
Time ain’t on my side, I feel my time elapsing 
Trapped inside my perception like Nathan in a steel

My Pen Is Weeping Blood

My pen is mourning the agonies and the sufferings
Of my people, who are drowning in the sea of misery.
My keyboard' strokes are shadowing the slow rhythms
Of the wandering beggar, who's lost in the sanctuary.

My voice denounces the filthy cholera and the injustices,
Which are punishing the weakest souls of the valley.
A tiny oligarchy is meagerly being

Hungry Sufferings

Wounded alone in the war-crowded city humanity to death



© Mahtab Bangalee
18 October, 2023
Chattogram

A Black Woman's Ambition

A black stone with diamonds inside
She shines but you would never know
They hit her but she never falls 
They whip her but she never breaks 
Speed in her step even though they try to slow her down
Make her fail, just so that they can beat her down 
Again and again
But they never get the chance

Silent Sufferings

Eon's endless enjoyment 
Eventually excite Emmanuel's ego 
Energizing efficient ears endangered

Tripping Over Fantasy

I am so chagrinned 
Why don't I ever recall?
The morning after the night 
Before
.. Always 
The rising 
After the fall?

My chignon comes loose
Ebony, sun streaked vista
In slumberous eyes...
Arms akimbo, yawn of 
Relief and delight
Lashes dilate
Crepiscular pain 
Washed away by morning dew
Time and again this is the way
Pain and sufferings dissolve
When sunlight hits my world
Warms the

A Born Miser

Man heard a voice saying 
Lend me your eyes 
I will show you the sufferings
Man heard a voice saying
Lend me your ears 
I will tell you the reason 
Man heard a voice saying 
Lend me your mouth 
I will argue with you the ultimate solution
But man never cares 
He is a born miser 
Not to

A Never Ending Story

Besides love and happiness
The world is full of sufferings
Political crisis, economic crisis, epidemics and poverty
Slanders, violations, crimes and trafficking
Politicking,  hegemony, disputes and wars
A never ending story of sufferings
Hardly any solutions
But becomes great inspiration for 
Story tellers
Art pieces
Poems writers
And
An old grandmother's story for the next generation
Of course an unerasable scandal

His Vicarious Sufferings

Only one made propitiation for all,
He took with him the burning incense,
He only had access to the holy of holies,
Others stood in the outer
 court with their burnt sacrifices,
Blood of animals was shed to atone for their sins,
It wasn't potent enough,  
It couldn't mediate perpetually,
There was a missing piece in the puzzle, 
A human

Like a Silent Graveyard

Like a silent graveyard 

Past that boulevard 
Lies a silent graveyard,
Where this skin retard
And miseries  within ungird. 

I am now silent as that graveyard,
Pieces of mine,here,I safeguard 
In this silence so subtle and hard,
Pain and sufferings have got unbarred.

Multiple emotions I learned ,
Some are still  unheard,
In this silence all  evaded
Like a caged

Hardships of the Women

Likewise, he will not discredit her in the festivals
It was just a matter of breaking my heart, so all the common people will not do anything

Oh God, what a strange world of eunuchs you have created,
The woman who gave birth, man caste has raised her finger on her character.
Which account, which sin did I commit?
Why

Sufferings of Christ

(Inspired by Isaiah 53)

It pleased the Lord to bruise Jesus 
On Him was laid the sin of us 

Stricken, smitten, Man of Sorrows 
To make secure our tomorrows 

Led like a lamb to the slaughter
To make us His sons and daughters 

All we like sheep have gone astray 
Turned every one to his own way

Jinxed

Screams, Screeches, groans and wails
Let me tell you Agonies’ tales

And of bullets, bombs and pellet guns
For a person with Heart must know these pains 

Here somewhere, kids are blinded; men are jailed
Women are molested; the old are tortured

Lucky, You have a home and a steak to fry
Billions starve and sleep under the frigid Sky

The wild

Screams, Screeches, Groans and Wails

Screams, screeches, groans and wails,
Brutalities, agonies, torture, and blood,
Tear Gases, pallet guns, bullets and bombs
Humanity sobs, world is falling apart
Does anyone care? 

Kids are blinded
Men are jailed
Women are molested
The old are tortured

Luckily, you have food
Billions are starving
You have a warm blanket
Trillions live under the frigid sky

Dreams are murdered
Voices are  unheard
Wishes are being blurred
Every heart

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