"condole" poems
*i saw you
i saw your fiery eyes
it was like looking into a cup
unstoppably filling up to its brim
yours, abundantly filled with vehement grim
so uneasy it was conjecturing your mind
gave me a reason to unwind for a little while
tell my why
all the pretends and quiet sighs, enshrouding whats from behind
what it is there inside
why do you need to hide
thy precious heart with no choice
but to turn itself into an agitated smoldered iron
strengthened heart, furnished like art
you are a burning metal amenably hammered by many foes
far more drowned with the empty souls
where are you, where is the real you
how did your soul turn so blue
let me condole
drilling poles amidst the cold
rendering you a hand and something to hold
I will find yours
along with all the lost
long hoarfrost
waiting to be accost
along with the alley of souls
growling down the holes
in line, next to mine
unleash a shine, your spirit so divine
let your caliginosity be replaced
all be thy grace shall be embraced
this time, fearlessly
without minds controlling slavery
cutting the negativity and
ignoring life's declivity
see yourself walking through the flame
no more lames
without the shame and doubt getting burnt
stepping on with something learnt
now you are changed, well-transformed,
someone born to aspire, died meant to inspire,
honey you are retrofire, firing in the night sky
but not as heaping as an empty pyre
but as fierce as an enraging forest fire*
Jan 28, 2017
Jan 28, 2017 at 9:39 AM UTC
There is a little waiting room
On the second floor
Where he sits, the groom
Intently watching the door.
Being late for your wedding
Doesn't seem so awful now
The news that he is dreading,
But - it's time for the vows.
Rain rain go away, why did you take his bride today. Rain rain, return here not. For she is gone, now he will rot. A slow slow pain, consumes his soul. What a bad bad game, he's lost control.
Vein.
Pistol.
Train.
Condole.
Apr 1, 2013
Apr 1, 2013 at 12:21 PM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
I take a flu shot each and every year
And I had a pneumonia vaccine so I didn’t fear
Guess that’s why my *** wasn’t in gear
When the symptoms initially began to appear
I relied on RobiTussin instead
And wound up being a day from dead
When the ambulance was called I was code red
We’re off to Lenox Hill Hospital the driver said
Caught a bad case of pneumonia
Weeks before the Coronavirus hit
Which was something I thought that I couldn’t get
And it really had me feeling like a piece of ****
But I was lucky I have to admit
As I lie there struggling to catch my breath
The hospital had plenty of ventilators left
No need to condole or to be bereft
My family gathered in intensive care
To the person they were acutely aware
That I didn’t have a lot of time to spare
Which gave them all a great big scare
But I told the woman in my life
That I would make it, see she was my wife
So she allowed the doctors to intubate me
That’s why today I’m pneumonia free
For a while it was a crap shoot I must confess
When my temperature went up I became a hot mess
But the nurses and doctors were among the best
So they induced a coma so I wouldn’t digress
My chances of survival were a mere 50/50
And that kind of diagnosis just isn’t nifty
It was only when they decided to shift me
From the ICU that I began to heal swiftly
Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2020. All rights reserved.
Apr 10, 2020
Apr 10, 2020 at 9:18 PM UTC
From the eyes of a nobody,
Wits of a deranged,
I speak reality, though not clearly,
That one like you be saved.
If sympathy is what you seek,
Seek not to strain your soul;
Though you do not feel at world's peak,
I will do nothing but condole.
I have been where you are today,
And, frankly, have never left;
I had mistaken that the right thing was to lead astray,
Now I missed Love's theft.
A cluster of words,
Seems meaningless to some;
I do not aim to be absurd,
I just wish to conjure a soothing hum.
I have never known you,
Nor have seen you, even once;
I merely tell that , even you are not my ou,
You're not alone in these wretched runs.
In time you will ease,
Even the darkest of your fears.
And you will earn peace,
After the myriad of tears.
I am but a stranger,
Yet I feel the same as you,
We will battle the Alleger,
We will battle like we all do.
Dear Fallen One, I hope you can read this,
And get what I transpire;
Don't worry if they won't stop the hiss,
Because one day, they will tire.
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 11:04 PM UTC
Gone are the days,
Of disobedience and innocence.
Gone are the days of, an-
Instrumental violence.
Morning to the silky soul,
And to the shadowing shades of impermanence.
Morning to the dewy doses,
Of painting all accidents.
Long out to the zenith,
Of red bridges, and bluish seas,
Like a rolling stone troubled all alone,
To Bleed a maze of moss and broken violins.
But a mundane mourning for the silky soul,
And there are,
Some adjectives to condole.
These parts of an analogous appearance,
And moving along with,
some blessed rings of smoke,
A glassy, grassy stairway to the Vincent skies,
To the blinky stars, and stormy tales,
Moving alone,
But All alone, with fairy grooves and blooming dales!
Aug 21, 2017
Aug 21, 2017 at 7:50 AM UTC
How many hearts will cause a man to fume
How many heats must be enraged with fire
How many hearts will a hungry soul consume
How many hearts actually follow their life's desire
How many hearts are frozen without a beat
How many hearts are left buried in the cold
How many hearts except total utter defeat
How many hearts never take off the blindfold
These questions we may never know
until we are the lost wandering souls
in the Styx's black meadow
while loved ones are left to condole
Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 2:50 PM UTC
When at this seemingly great crossroads I stand
Searching for a martyr to bare his splendid hand,
I devolve and degenerate into
The unspeakable horrors of my mental dynamo.
The unsuspecting spills and splatters
Devour that cone of momentous light,
Butchering all the words that matter,
Fleeting soldiers too broken for a fight.
I saw you yesterday,
Epitome of peace,
Eradicator of dismay,
My inner eye, my soul,
Filled to the brim with condole
You have revealed to me the Universe in Verse.
Darling, don’t call yourself a loathsome *****
You’re the divine medium that enables
God and I to converse.
It’s been a while since,
My sanity has returned and
Its absence
Irrigates the dusty landscapes of the dark.
The ebb, the tide, the seawall stark
Look fertile enough to dissolve away,
All our nubile tears and allay,
What the telephone or the text message
Couldn’t say.
When sleep crept under my skin,
Like a poison numbing our love with a grin,
Bereaved of my lover I lay defeated.
A solitary portrayal, bared yet conceited.
The evening had caused us to erupt,
Into a familiar wrath, abrupt.
Your poetry was a magnificent, glorious attempt,
To conciliate the dissent,
And ameliorate the contempt.
In me you will find
Mother, daughter, child and mistress,
A juvenile delinquent,
An occasional temptress.
In all these disguises, all these identities,
You will never discover the fragilities,
Of a heart broken by
You.
Forgiveness is what you sell to the demure
For a will to live and the courage to endure.
It wasn’t a cone of light,
You see,
But a shadowy star concealing its might.
In the dark room that had filled my mouth,
You ushered like a beacon from the south,
Resplendent in the innocent purity of existence,
You stripped me of my need for defense,
The morning saw nothing but joy and peace.
Your lovely face, and
My eyes appeased.
Feb 22, 2018
Feb 22, 2018 at 11:21 PM UTC
I made a pledge last year,
Now I condole you on my behalf,
For I have shunned every word you said.
I was ignorant of you,
But now that you have gone,
I see the odds of the situation.
I feel a pang of guilt,
For banishing your entry,
To set foot in my Temple.
It is I who personally send my regards,
For I have now learned of your worth,
My hunger for money has fled.
I see my self in repentance,
Of not having to see you,
Please forgive me for I have failed you.
Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 7:04 AM UTC
If we were to be God, how would we feel
To provide the ones who curse you with a meal
To endlessly persuade your creature to turn a new
But even if they do, they'll still hurt and depart you
If I were to be God, I would be heartbroken
Because I can't condole humans leaving me hurting
To always believe their false promises to change
And when asked to redeem it, they'll be looking at me strange
God does his best to make us happy
He gives us back our conscience and leads us to recovery
Just so we acknowledge his presence
So well call on him whenever we experience tense
All He ask is for us to have other in mind in whatever me do
He doesn't care about your religion so long your faith is true.
We tell God we'll change a million times but never do it
Apologies don't mean a thing if you don't ever fix it
Dec 18, 2020
Dec 18, 2020 at 11:56 PM UTC