"disheartens" poems
I write about what disheartens me
And this one does, way too deeply
The harm cannot be undone
Most were lost, not just some
To go into a field, gambling with the universe
Our brave soldiers, with actions they can't reverse
Lost their life fighting for he country
Til the very end, only one thing on their mind: family
We sit here ignorant in our comfortable seats
While they defend our people, only to end in defeat
Every bullet shot into their hearts
Their blood splatters, turns into art
Thank you dear soldiers, for your service
We will forever be grateful for this
No words can heal and no money can repay
You'll remain in our hearts every single day
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 10:25 AM UTC
What will become will become of this day and I wake up to find this day's been taken away by the thieves of the night,is this right,
does the night carry on even though it has gone,does the day have no say in its dawning?
It is morning in my head ergo,I am not dead or maybe I could be.
If the night doesn't see me does the day really free me,do I carry the can for the sins of mankind?
I find in illusion a great deal of confusion,a smelting of fantasy,a melting of freedom.
This hit and miss in me really disheartens me and although I keep trying there's something inside me that tells me I'm dying,it's a shame.
There is no fortune or fame for the runners up in a game just the harsh feel of failure,but if the day should return and I am still awake,there's a chance of a part,a starring role in the affairs of my own beating heart,
is it here
do you know
did the day really come and the night really go?
In cahoots with the Pole Star, I map out a route that will make me fortune,the moon makes me a beggar man and the beggars just scowl,
I'll be free soon not out of tune with my peers,not retreating from the advancing of legions of years.
It's all relative or so they say,
and what will become will become of this day.
Dec 11, 2013
Dec 11, 2013 at 1:35 AM UTC
My view of the miracles and wonders which comprise the distant surface vary from your view
Misleading landscapes that at a distance look like tiny paths when in actuality are cavernous ravines
Things of beauty are often not so pleasant up close; well-populated areas appear remote
Trampled areas seemingly untouched; desolate grounds invisible to their true hopeless form
The most simplistic of areas majestic in reality
Quadrants are less traveled due to their vertically challenging terrains
The most intimidating adversary disheartens the courage, within the pure, to explore
Our worlds are polar opposites
Yet we both find common ground from differentiating views
One challenged by the wind in their face
The other is rushed along with a bellowing blow
The appearance of a storm trapped amongst Mother Nature’s forest can be beauty in one eye
The strength of unpredictability can instill fear in the other
Soon the storm passes and I am relieved the worst has passed
You taking the same breath are saddened that the display has left us
March 9, 2012
Mar 10, 2012
Mar 10, 2012 at 12:30 AM UTC
I love others so much more than I love myself; it kind of disheartens me at how much I would give to others than I would ever to myself.
I wouldn't be able to stand it knowing that someone else is in pain or is hurting but when it comes down to me.
I'm fine.
- a.c
Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 12:32 AM UTC
My hallowed eyes
Carved darkened shadows
In the floral skies;
And my endless wonder
Disheartens the sun
But it runs with the thunder
When all's said and done
May 22, 2016
May 22, 2016 at 2:23 PM UTC
If I am colour blind,
Is what I see wrong?
If I throw something out and you collect it,
Is it unwanted?
If you say I am beautiful and I say I am not,
Cannot I just agree with you?
If you give me a compliment,
Who loses if I take it?
Is it OK to take what I need?
Yes please!!
If at first I don’t succeed,
Should I try Tai Chi?
Will the sun come up tomorrow?
I hope so it’s cold enough now.
If I am unique,
Would I be unequalled, incomparable and unmatched?
If I get cold feet,
Can I stay and warm them?
If courage is the ability to do something I know is difficult,
Should I be pleased with myself?
If the job is next door to impossible,
Is it best that I go there?
If my problem is all some-ones else’s fault,
How did I contribute to it?
If I do everything perfectly all of the time,
Would I have more friends or be more loved?
If I can think about what disheartens me,
Can I think about what inspires me?
If there is nothing I can do about it,
Should I do something?If
If I always stuff it up,
Am I exaggerating a bit?
If exercise is a ***** word,
Can I jump in the puddles?
If kindness is currency,
How much should I spend on myself?
When I give up,
Can I call it a time out?
If I see a pink polar bear
Could it be green?
Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 1:50 PM UTC
I cannot find
the strength to
Shut my eyes hard enough.
Seeing the discourse
Disheartens me, but
it is necessary.
A conversation ever-going
Becoming more and more complex.
Complexity is the future.
Everyone will want to simplify
to make it easier for they to swallow.
You can't always swallow the hardest pills. Possibly, it may go up the
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None the less it is going somewhere.
Progress, hunty
Jun 2, 2018
Jun 2, 2018 at 1:16 AM UTC