a-psalmist - Hello Poetry

Help me decide if this pain is simply exhaustion boredom loneliness burn out or fleeting. But don't tell me if it's depression. I can't handle that right now.

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Sep 2, 2021

Sep 2, 2021 at 5:06 PM UTC

Fleeting hope

Help me decide if this pain is simply exhaustion boredom loneliness burn out or fleeting. But don't tell me if it's depression. I can't handle that right now.

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You picked me from the masses Taken from the grasses "I'll remember you forever" So I'm stored between the covers Pressed and crushed within the pages Just like all the others And over time, I am dried No more tears left to cry. I am just another leaflet In your book of memories

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Sep 2, 2021

Sep 2, 2021 at 4:08 PM UTC

Leaflet

You picked me from the masses Taken from the grasses "I'll remember you forever" So I'm stored between the covers Pressed and crushed within the pages Just like all the others And over time, I am dried No more tears left to cry. I am just another leaflet In your book of memories

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Phoenix in flight, watch him in the sky Engulfed in flames, ready to die Phoenix in flight, watch him crash and burn All things pass, today is his turn Phoenix in plight, see him struggle to survive Headed to the ground in a fiery nose-dive Phoenix in plight, see him succumb to his fate Extinguished by his own destiny innate Phoenix in fight, look at him glow as an ember Dwelling on the life he used to remember Phoenix in fight, look at him flicker a flare Letting go of the old, grasping for air Phoenix in light, behold his bursting blaze Reborn from trial in a smoky haze Phoenix in light, behold his glory Scorching a new chapter to his story Phoenix in might, witness as his radiance shines Fueled by desire to become divine Phoenix in might, witness as his brilliance flashes Because no matter what, he will rise from the ashes

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Mar 2, 2021

Mar 2, 2021 at 1:07 PM UTC

Phoenix in Flight

Phoenix in flight, watch him in the sky Engulfed in flames, ready to die Phoenix in flight, watch him crash and burn All things pass, today is his turn Phoenix in plight, see him struggle to survive Headed to the ground in a fiery nose-dive Phoenix in plight, see him succumb to his fate Extinguished by his own destiny innate Phoenix in fight, look at him glow as an ember Dwelling on the life he used to remember Phoenix in fight, look at him flicker a flare Letting go of the old, grasping for air Phoenix in light, behold his bursting blaze Reborn from trial in a smoky haze Phoenix in light, behold his glory Scorching a new chapter to his story Phoenix in might, witness as his radiance shines Fueled by desire to become divine Phoenix in might, witness as his brilliance flashes Because no matter what, he will rise from the ashes

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blatherskite It's just a word Noises heard syllables aligned Formed in the mind Letters on a page Lines taking center stage Jumble some letters give it a meaning make these air waves seem appealing But we value some sound more than others Especially those that come from lovers

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Feb 2, 2021

Feb 2, 2021 at 5:42 PM UTC

blatherskite

blatherskite It's just a word Noises heard syllables aligned Formed in the mind Letters on a page Lines taking center stage Jumble some letters give it a meaning make these air waves seem appealing But we value some sound more than others Especially those that come from lovers

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Yo yo I am back again not because I want to. But because I have to. And I'll keep coming back until I have no mo'. 'Tis the life of a yo-yo.

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Feb 2, 2021

Feb 2, 2021 at 5:06 PM UTC

Yo

Yo yo I am back again not because I want to. But because I have to. And I'll keep coming back until I have no mo'. 'Tis the life of a yo-yo.

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7 billion people in the world; they say you can’t love every one, But shouldn’t all 7 billion at least be loved by someone? We all have our circles of family and friends, And I’m not saying love them any less, But what about those who aren’t as blessed? Who loves them in their distress? Who will look beyond the mistakes And weep with them in their heartache? Who weeps for the woman holding the sign At the off-ramp for all the cars in a line, Bearing looks of disdain behind rolled up windows Bearing more shame as each car goes? A helping hand might stretch out food or a twenty But none of that helps when she says she’s so lonely, That she’s “so **** depressed” as people drive right on by. Who stands with her as tears fill her eyes? Who weeps for the man on the bench waiting For an opportunity to come, as his hope’s fading? A former carpenter, skilled with his hands, Willing to work but not given a second chance. He hides his desperate eyes behind sunglasses From all the wealth and comfort as it passes. He doesn’t know where the past 7 months have gone, But he’s not searching for that, just somewhere he belongs. Who weeps for the girl who doesn’t lie about her “needs”, Her cardboard asking for money, food, alcohol, and **** And for her request, it’s judgement she’s received From people who don’t know she’s been on the streets since 16, Kicked out of the house at the hands of abuse By an alcoholic father who has a short fuse. Her life reduced to just the next meal; Who cares for her when she says it’s no big deal. Who weeps for the man who sits on the steps Trying to fight his addiction to **** He wants to change; he knows it’s ruining his life. He lost his restaurant, his home, and even his wife. Brochures in hand from multiple rehab centers, The last thing he needs are glances calling him sinner. He needs someone who will help him through the fight. Who will walk with him just to make it through the night? Who weeps for Kat, Zona, Lilith and Robert And so many like them going through hurt? The answer to this question I’ve posed: It’s the One whose tears matter most. A God not distanced from His creation But who weeps for the pain in all of the nations, Who weeps over death even though there’s life in His name, Who calls those who mourn blessed because He comforts them again. Jesus loves all the least of these: The poor in spirit, the beggar, and the meek. He welcomes the marginalized and ostracized, The minimized and disenfranchised, And it’s not until we realize This truth with our own eyes Will we no longer just stand by. We don’t have to tell Him about all this injustice Because He is a sovereign God who can be trusted. He cares about them more than we ever could, It is in His nature to always be good. Again, who weeps for them? Jesus weeps BECAUSE He is for them. He’s promised to bring healing and restore all things. He will wipe away every tear as our King of kings. But while this time is not yet, we shouldn’t be idle. Out own comfort and self-preservation should not be an idol. So go out and love and weep, but not as a project to help others, Rather because everyone is an image bearer of God, our sister and brother. Be ready to wait, to walk, to love, to feed His sheep And do so in the strength of a God who loves, a God who weeps.

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Mar 21, 2019

Mar 21, 2019 at 2:22 PM UTC

Who Weeps

7 billion people in the world; they say you can’t love every one, But shouldn’t all 7 billion at least be loved by someone? We all have our circles of family and friends, And I’m not saying love them any less, But what about those who aren’t as blessed? Who loves them in their distress? Who will look beyond the mistakes And weep with them in their heartache? Who weeps for the woman holding the sign At the off-ramp for all the cars in a line, Bearing looks of disdain behind rolled up windows Bearing more shame as each car goes? A helping hand might stretch out food or a twenty But none of that helps when she says she’s so lonely, That she’s “so **** depressed” as people drive right on by. Who stands with her as tears fill her eyes? Who weeps for the man on the bench waiting For an opportunity to come, as his hope’s fading? A former carpenter, skilled with his hands, Willing to work but not given a second chance. He hides his desperate eyes behind sunglasses From all the wealth and comfort as it passes. He doesn’t know where the past 7 months have gone, But he’s not searching for that, just somewhere he belongs. Who weeps for the girl who doesn’t lie about her “needs”, Her cardboard asking for money, food, alcohol, and **** And for her request, it’s judgement she’s received From people who don’t know she’s been on the streets since 16, Kicked out of the house at the hands of abuse By an alcoholic father who has a short fuse. Her life reduced to just the next meal; Who cares for her when she says it’s no big deal. Who weeps for the man who sits on the steps Trying to fight his addiction to **** He wants to change; he knows it’s ruining his life. He lost his restaurant, his home, and even his wife. Brochures in hand from multiple rehab centers, The last thing he needs are glances calling him sinner. He needs someone who will help him through the fight. Who will walk with him just to make it through the night? Who weeps for Kat, Zona, Lilith and Robert And so many like them going through hurt? The answer to this question I’ve posed: It’s the One whose tears matter most. A God not distanced from His creation But who weeps for the pain in all of the nations, Who weeps over death even though there’s life in His name, Who calls those who mourn blessed because He comforts them again. Jesus loves all the least of these: The poor in spirit, the beggar, and the meek. He welcomes the marginalized and ostracized, The minimized and disenfranchised, And it’s not until we realize This truth with our own eyes Will we no longer just stand by. We don’t have to tell Him about all this injustice Because He is a sovereign God who can be trusted. He cares about them more than we ever could, It is in His nature to always be good. Again, who weeps for them? Jesus weeps BECAUSE He is for them. He’s promised to bring healing and restore all things. He will wipe away every tear as our King of kings. But while this time is not yet, we shouldn’t be idle. Out own comfort and self-preservation should not be an idol. So go out and love and weep, but not as a project to help others, Rather because everyone is an image bearer of God, our sister and brother. Be ready to wait, to walk, to love, to feed His sheep And do so in the strength of a God who loves, a God who weeps.

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The days seem longer When hands remain idle When thoughts are empty When goals aren't present When phones aren't ringing When clocks are creeping When the sun is inching But that gives plenty of time to run away to day dreams.

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Mar 19, 2019

Mar 19, 2019 at 7:14 PM UTC

The Daze

The days seem longer When hands remain idle When thoughts are empty When goals aren't present When phones aren't ringing When clocks are creeping When the sun is inching But that gives plenty of time to run away to day dreams.

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