Weariness Poems

Long Thin Blade of Weariness

Long Thin Blade of Weariness...
gloom of daze parries the long thin blade of weariness
metaphors adjust frequency matched patterns of
interwoven connectivity through mirrored meaning...
sameness, a variation of conformity, eventuates in 
perennial lack for something notable to
be rendered as an attendant distraction...
corsets laced tightly although it be hidden...
armatures support long in the tooth masses of
wobbly flesh and

Life's weariness o'ertakes me

Life’s weariness o’ertakes me
Each step demanding more
Calling forth a shivering strength
Leaning on a rickety fencepost
Turning its face from the stinging gale
Whispers of weakness winnowing resolve
Failing flames scorching a yellowed page
Darkness seeping from an idle pen

Freedom From Weariness Freedom to Now Soar

to be in the state of weariness 
you need to comprehend 
that you're way beyond tired 
fatigue at your very end
It matters not your position
weariness at some point will prevail 
it matters not the season
as listlessness will eventually travail

empty from always giving 
getting nothing in return
null and avoid from reliving 
those hard lessons you didn't

A Shadow In the Night

I came to you as a stranger.
A shadow in the night air.
Love, let us be true to one other.

For the world wherein we live
Seems to lie fondant before us. 
Like a land full of dreams.
Submerged in ecliptic pains. 

Imagery, so various, so beautiful 
Around voids deeply unexplored, 
The force for good is unfulfilled.
A state volatile

Ode To Weariness

Even though it has been long yore,
time immemorial through unwillingness,
even though life can still may lure,
us how, somehow we should not loose such awareness,
of selves for that is a loss of touch,
and feeling that if it continues to weariness,
of course, habit forever will hold the heart.
A wearied abyss remained wild,
if you want to remain anyhow

Weariness Will Wash Away-

Weariness this will wash away;
I am tired-
Though I am richer through my Faith;
I am tired-
Dismal, distance skies are gray;
I'm tired-
I am encouraged buy admitigation Grace at;
Adformation as I pray 
Weariness will wash away
 I was tired God and Jesus Reign;
 I was tired-
 I am encouraged over and over again; 
Tired no more for-

Weariness

What if 
The stars suddenly shuddered
And you, God
Decided to play?

What if
You chose to disguise Yourself
And come to Earth
As anything You would want to?

What if
You would come
For me,
To show me the way
Leading to Your abode?

Of course,
I would keep it a secret
I would disclose it not
To the rest of the world
As 
Everyone has despair loaded
On their consciousness
And

Grown

i've grown weary
of this story
growing
weary
of this frame
oh so weary
of this cosmos
in which I got this name

and I can't remember why I came

I'm fearful for the leaving
can't seem to quit the game
oh how I love this loathsome body
I carry with me night and day

and when I look into the mirror
I see a stranger face

sweet solace sought

I Forgot My Weariness

I FORGOT MY WEARINESS TODAY
TODAY I SMILED, THINGS DIDNT LOOK SO BAD
TODAY I SHARED WITH SOMEONE ELSE
A LITTLE BIT OF HOPE I HAD

I FORGOT MY WEARINESS TODAY 
TODAY I SANG A LITTTLE SONG
AND FELT MY HEART GROW LIGHT 
I WALKED A HAPPY 1/2 A MILE 

CAUSE IF YOU KNEW ME YOU WOULD KNOW WHY
BUT NOT

Home Is the Refuge of Our Weariness

Home is the refuge of our weariness,
an oasis only found in a calm desert,
that's where we feel safer at night...
when warmth restores confidence
in our God who has shown us delight;
under a universe dotted with stars,
we have made Earth our residence.

Home is the only earthly possession 
we're allowed to take forgetting all pride; 
here, we make

Weariness

Dedicated to a disorder I call as my own: It's called the OopsieDoosie haha (: 

Guiltiness leaves me numb and dumb
Addictions fade and addictions cumb 
I just don’t know why I’m so brainwashed
By the technology of 2016…my voice is hushed…
In poetic language because the world doesn’t read enough
Things are getting quite rough and I’m trying

Weariness

She woke to see another day,
Now she wakes to grief;
All the sunny days are gone,
With time that was the thief.

Once she rose to greet the dawn,
Now she hates to rise;
When she needs to greet the day,
She opens tired eyes.

Songbirds in the blossomed tree,
With flowers all unfurled;
Hold dreams that are not to be,
In her other world.

Why

Weariness

it is so early that birds are not chirping
sleep is evasive, dreams nonexistent
I am bathed in darkness, dressed in coldness
thoughts are heavy, speeding down congested corridors
will it always be this way?
weariness plagues me
my mind betrays
my heart weeps

Weariness

Body exhausted from a day of work.
Aches, pains, soreness seeping from every inch of my being.
Mind is tired, weary, words fighting to come out.
Difficulty moving pen across paper.
So much to be said but no energy to allow the healing outpour to occur.
Eyes so heavy, a burden to keep them open, to keep them alert.
Restful sleep

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