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apollota Apr 2017
I am not Atlas.
I can’t carry the weight the world on my back,
Watching from below as
symphonies become sorrows
And hopes become hopeless.
As hearts stop beating despite the flowing
Of blood through the veins along scarred wrists.
And bones fracture after words stab into
Discarded bodies with lifeless heads.
And maybe Atlas didn’t have this problem.
Maybe Atlas could bend his knees,
Perhaps they were sculpted to shift that way
But, even if I wished upon the brightest star
My knees would not bend at the hands of chaos.
How deep do your bruises run, Atlas?
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2017-04-16
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Jenny Gordon Apr 2017
Once upon a time we had the hymnal propped by the kitchen sink so's I could learn; years later Mum would sing along with me, and now...I like never but once in a blue moon dare to sing aloud, for missing her to tears.



(sonnet #MMMMMMCCXLVII)


What's happened to--me?  Rainy hours detail
Thet eye with silver's touch while green lawns fence
The minutes fog obscures by vague suspense
With softest carpets rolled out to avail,
And I'm not erm, my own in sheer betrayl;
Erst naked trees lost to mists' whitish sense
Of yonder, I could shiver, and do hence,
Cuz in a blink I'm his upon that scale.
One comment like my wont five days ere, poor
As what?  now he distracts aught hours 'til through
Suggestion I am giggling, sober, tour
His deepest sorrows, and maunt say he'd woo?!
Of course, I'm better searching violets, fer
All that.  Let purple wink low, saying we knew.

05Apr17b
Hyacinths, violets are classically known along with purple as signifying sorrow, the former I've seen rendered as "hyacinth/ai/ai--" like wailing.  And I love them, to be certain, or is that to say the least?
thehiddenwriter Dec 2016
Christmas has come ,
another year has passed and
another is yet to come ,
things have been lost and
things are yet to come but , who knows
what in life will be done .
5 days you have to pack your past ,
leave all the burdens and sorrows
and yet a different light cast .
Pray a little not to God but yourself
for you deserve not the better but the best ,
Believe and have a little faith in life
and eventually everything will fall in line.
Wishing you a very merry Christmas ! ❤
For more poems reach out to Instagram @thehiddenwriter
brandon nagley Oct 2016
In this darkly pit
Despair hast made love to mine
Bones, a soul floating hopelessly,
Tired; ready to let go.

Though God reminded me
"Patience mine son"
Patience.

For there's hope afresh
The morrow; Jane, I'll
Forever loveth thee,
Now and always
Betwixt mine
Sorrows.

©Brandon Bagley
©Earl Jane nagley dedicated
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Betwixt is between.
Hast is has.
Morrow is tomorrow.
Afresh- fresh or new.
Loveth is love
Mine is my
Thee is you
Someone please show me
Where the ‘good’ in goodbye
Comes in;
Is it through the side door,
Or does it break in
Like a thief in the night?

Someone please tell me
When the ‘good’ in goodbye
Shows up,
Because it’s been late coming
And my patience
Is wearing thin.

Someone please answer me
Why the ‘good’ in goodbye
Never arrives,
Not through the side,
Nor through the window,
Not late, not ever.

Someone please teach me
How the ‘good’ in goodbye
Came to be;
Or is it just some forlorn, desperate hope
That the ‘good’ in goodbye
Can drown out the thundering sorrows of our farewells?
You can find more of my poetry at caitlincacciatore.wordpress.com
brandon nagley Jul 2016
( hebrew translation) English version below this....

טארן שלנו לנבול להיות מודגש, פגם אף , ולא לטמא.
ידו של אלוהים ' החזיקה את המברשת; O ' זירת מהפנט.
כשאנחנו ועשינו להבחין במרחק אחד אחרת עם הגיבורה בהתגלמותה שלנו,
לנבול צנוע אנו להיות, הפשט הרחק גאווה ארצית.
שוב אני אגיד לך, שנאה שאף יכול להיכנס כאן,
נצטרך לעמוד באוויר פירת גביש ; נולד מחדש בנצח,
הצנצנת של האסט של עדן מאוחסן הדמעה של שלנו.
זן מלכת השער הצרה,אני אעמוד ליד השערים,
בלבוש המלאכי לנבול מחכה לך;
אני אהיה זוהר , שלא אאחר .

( English version )

Ourn tarn shalt be blazoned, none blemish, nor defiling.
God's hand' held the brush; O' the scene mesmerizing.
when we shalt descry one another with our eyne,
humble wilt we be, stripped away from earthly pride.
Once again I'll tell thee, none hate can enter here,
we'll stand aloft the crystal firth; reborn in eternity,
Heaven's jar's hast stored our tear's.
Enter in the narrow gate queen,
I'll stand beside the gates,
Angelic garb wilt await thee;
I will be glowing, do not be late.


©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Prophetic poetry
Ourn- means our.
Tarn- a small mountain lake.
Blazoned- heraldic) painted or inscribed ( mean as painted for this).
Blemish- means something with spot on it, spoiled.
Defiling - desecrate or profane (something sacred)., Also means spot or spoil.
Descry- catch sight of.
Eyne - means eye archaic form.
Thee+ you.
Aloft- above .
Firth-mouth of a river..and this river I speak of is one thousands have seen in death when seeing heaven and coming back their account matching exactly this as they say they see the river like crystal that they say actual has healing when you go into it and feel so good going into it matching this gospel verse 100 percent.
Revelation 22:1-5 king James bible.
The River of Life
1Then the angel showed me a river of the water of life, as clear as crystal, flowing from the throne of God and of the Lamb, 2down the middle of the main street of the city. On either side of the river stood a tree of life, producing twelve kinds of fruit and yielding a fresh crop for each month. And the leaves of the tree are for the healing of the nations.
3No longer will there be any curse. The throne of God and of the Lamb will be within the city, and His servants will worship Him. 4They will see His face, and His name will be on their foreheads. 5There will be no more night in the city, and they will have no need for the light of a lamp or of the sun. For the Lord God will shine on them, and they will reign forever and ever.
Garb- clothing or dress especially of special kind.
Lark Train May 2016
My demons swim.
George's can fly.
Mabel's can shoot
Jimmy's won't die.

My sorrows are deeper.
Judy's weigh more.
Fred's chained him up.
Anne's heart was tore.

I can breathe lighter.
(Ah, that's where you win
From the contest of sorrows
One cannot rescind.)
When life beats you up, just remember: It beat up someone before you, and someone before them. One's own sorrows are not greater than anyone else's, only one's joy can be greater.
Making love to you
Is not all I wanna do
But its easy to think that way in this world
I just want you to know these feelings are powerful
I want to be your breeze on the surface
If that's ever a possibility between us
I hope you take that into consideration
Just give it a few days
Recuperate, drown your sorrows healithy
I'll wait until the answer is spilled
Refal akram Apr 2016
Walking slowly trying to connect the dots, now i realize how much i ****** up hard, hurting feelings, my game so strong, wasn’t much appealing till i got my heart torn, walking in your shoes,not much to see,Only Sorrows and a wish for “me”, forgive me I’m still trying to understand, how can a man like you love me after knowing who I truly am?
Rachna Beegun Feb 2016
Be the rainbow in someone's life when dark clouds try to ****** all their happiness.
It give inner bliss when we help someone in their difficulties and makes us closer to God.
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