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Alyssa Underwood Jul 2016
O Lord Jesus,
I want to live and walk and bow
in constant awe of You,
but I am so easily distracted and waylaid.
Fasten my eyes and heart on You,
for You alone are worthy.
I am not worthy to even peek at Your beauty,
but by Your own worthiness You've invited
me to dwell forever in Your presence,
yet how often I refuse the privilege.
Why would I ever do that?
What is wrong with me?
How hard-headed and hard-hearted I must be!
Save me from my messed-up self
and from this messed-up world,
for I am sorely helpless and lost without You.
Draw me by the force of Your love
into the light of Your glory and goodness,
awaken me to the healing touch of Your Word.

Capture and change me to the core,
for only You can, my Savior.
Rid my soul of its blinding
filth, muck, rot and *******
that I may freely sing, dance,
swim and soar in the wonder of You.
Cause me to crave You with an insatiable,
desperate appetite that expels my fleshly hunger.
Teach me to ever feast on You!
I need You and long for You, Jesus,
but send the burning, ripping ache
deeper, deeper, deeper until nothing
remains but desire for You.
Come and satisfy me, O Delight of delights,
in that glorious and awestruck place
of endless fascination and total possession
where my will is finally drowned in Yours.
Andrew Rueter Nov 2017
I scoffed at my minor cough
Until I was immobile as a sloth
I had to press pause on my life's tale
After I became a beached whale
And my body turned frail
In my illness jail

My stoic resolve tested
My pain threshold crested
The way I act is antisocial
The way I feel is anti-hopeful
For I treat others poorly
When I'm hurting sorely

In sickness for health
I give away my wealth
To feel one hundred percent
That's the physician's intent
To make me experience drainage
But I need the healing medicine
So I can practice the discipline
Of removing my diseased shark's fin

Ramses II, known as Ramesses the Great
Had a permanently fractured finger
And his teeth were significantly rotten
The pharaoh's excruciating pain
Must have effected his reign
A massive amount of men slain
Is discomfort what's to blame?

When there's no pain relief
We give each other grief
And there's a lion with a thorn stuck in its paw
Eventually that simple thorn becomes a claw
Why am I so dif-fer-ent?
They say I’m out of touch.
Why am I, ple-nar-ily sad?
This life it hurts so much.
And why do they come, come every day?
Shush, quiet now, they’re here.
Those awful tormentors of my soul all cackling and queer!
Whirling head of spinning revolutions,
…feel my stomach ache and pang.
Why will they not leave me alone?
This crew of darkness; Blackbird Gang.

I shouldn’t always feel like this, feel such solemn pain,
…troubling and trouble is these birds are driving me insane!
I’m screaming now! I’m mad with rage! Throwing ice cubes at my deck,
“Go away! Yes, go away!” -their numbers must be kept in check.
Blackhole-whirl, flying twirling darkness, their funnel it points to me-e-e-e-!
For too many is too painful and my mind’s a constant wreck!
One cannot think with those infernal be-e-e-asts,
...and the crazy song they sang.
Why do they so punish me?
The crew of darkness; Blackbird Gang.

I know they serve the Saturn’s wheel and now they’ve come for me.
What did I do? Oh what great sin, oh the blackbirds from within;

The Abyssimal Sea?

Their whirlpool funnel is all around, as my harried soul, it expiates.
I’m done-in; I’m over now, a sorely victim of the Fates!
They took me, took me away, when the tolling bell it rang.
Why could they not leave me alone?
The crew of darkness; Blackbird Gang.

If you find yourself all alone and mired in their thought,
…do not think, extirpate, all the human damage that you’ve wrought.
His flock of fledgling melancholy musical formation,
…will take you away and straight to Hell; the Seventh Circle congregation!
For they took me, took me away, when the tolling bell it rang.
And they will not leave you alone.
This crew of darkness; Blackbird Gang.
The primary reason I came to Hello Poetry is that every single publishing house I could find on the internet rejected every poem I sent them. Since my work is deemed to be worth nothing I gave it all to you for free. It seems that in a digital world where people can share this easily there will always be more content available for free than for a fee. One would think publishers would know this. I have seen some seriously good poetry here and some pieces that are extraordinary.
Ma Cherie Mar 2017
I have so many musings
my hands they are complaining,
cuz I can't get them all right,
an so quickly jot them down,

An I feel that I'm connected,
to all my friends and my dear neighbors
an all that I can hear is just is that sound!

Of sweet snowflakes as they're falling,
in the silence sweet n pure,
an so softly as I hear them,
touch the ground,

An soon I'll imagine,
oh a winter wonderland,
in a covering in all you see around,

Those lovely floating wisps,
are so intricate-amazing
those parachuting sprites,
here they abound!

If you ever catch one close up,
well you really really oughta,
cuz the labyrinthine in sight
it will astound!

They are happy little ships afloat,
with an octagonal shape,
landing on all  life,
once sorely browned,

Every child and adult,
is now looking up in awe,
as there smiles turning up ,
instead of frowned!

I thought that I was lost,
an I'd never get to see,

but in poetry it seems-
that  I am found!

Ma Cherie © 2017
Happy poetry! Yeah!?  Lol ; ) ❤❤❤ hope you are all well!
Prabhu Iyer Sep 2018
A father who has conquered all
that is in space,
here and among the stars
and the higher worlds,
begot Her as his child,

She of an essence beyond time:
aeons of vaster joys,
sundered now from the world
so sorely imperfect,
must yet come down here
to lead us back to the wonder
beauty of the blank spirit
the basis of all;

We can bottle up fragrance
in choicest the vials of our whim:
but released, it must fill all space, no less.

So was She the freedom
shining in the stars
flowing in the rivers that raft through the hills
in the winds that beat down the vales;

Protected, She grew in his home
among others lustred lesser
shining forth as his darling
who would keep aflame
the glory of his name;
This is the first now of the Sati cycle....let's see how this grows!
Bardo Mar 2018
The house was haunted
The family fled
They couldn't find the priest
So they got me instead.

I read aloud my poems
Full of sorrow and pain,
About dreary things
And nearly going insane.

"My Gawd", the ghosts cried
" This is fierce gloomy stuff,
I thought we were bad
But this, Enough! Enough! "

Well they wailed and they shrieked
And they wailed some more
Then holding their ears
They ran out the door.

Even ghosts they desert me I thought
After they'd gone
They'd never even heard of a sorrow
   so deep
Or a pain as sharp as mine.

I sat there all alone in the silent house
With not a whisper, no! not a mouse
When all of a sudden there came
   something strange
A little sound like that of slow trickling

"Have you something to say to me
   House", I asked
"Before I up and leave you forever",
The little sound, it stopped all at once
   and looked up
As if very surprised at having been

I rose to leave
But quickly turned back amazed
When from down & out of the
Crept this little voice so slight & warm
   & tender.

" Forgive me Sir", it said,
"But I could contain myself no longer,
That little sound you hear, the tiny
Is but the teardrops from my eyes

Such a pain and sorrow as yours
I never heard before
Those anguish drenched words
They seeped through my walls right
   into my heart

They pierced me deeply,
Yea, they pretty near tore me apart,
I'll remember you Sir when you're
I don't think I could ever forget you".

I listened and was sorely moved
"Thank you House ", I said, "thank
    you, thank you kindly"
And turning again at the front door
"Goodbye House, look after those
   who'll live here, won't you".

Outside the birds, they were singing
And up in the sky, the sun
The sun, it was shining.
This started out as a joke but then went somewhere else. Hope you enjoy & Happy Easter.
emeraldine087 Sep 2016
When you had to go, I sorely regretted
    every word I didn't say,
    all the things I didn't do,
    the debt of gratitude I didn't pay.

The years have been long and trying
    and I miss you every day;
    still I don't have the answer to
    the question: "why couldn't you stay?"

When you left, I promised to achieve
    all our plans and dreams, come what may,
    and for the most part, I believe
    I've fulfilled the vow that I made.

But I always think about what things
    would've been like if you'd been here
    to guide me, spur me on,
    scold me or waylay all of my fears.

Then I realize that you are here
    in every dream I live or trial I get through
    for you taught me everything you could
    and you always said I was the best of you.
So, really, I don't have to miss you every day,
    yet I know in my heart I'll always do.

*(c) emeraldine087
For my mom who was taken back by God on this day, 14 years ago...
He was a run of the mill
Black and white cat,
a kitten adopted out
of a cardboard box,

Took him home, fed him well,
he soon claimed our barn as
his own place to dwell.

Grew big and fat from eating
rat, roaming the farm from his
home in the barn.

I installed a pet door in the
garage as winter approached,
soon three Barn cats, including
Jerry moved right in, sleeping
all warm and winter content.

Jerry a Super Ninja cat,
hunter extraordinaire,
every day rodent or bird
remains laid at my door.
As Homage or proof
of his hunting prowess.
Unlike the other cats
he was indifferent to the
need of human affection,
aloof and independent.

But as he aged he was not
adverse to claiming my lap,
purring so loud other people
could hear him from a distance,
drooling while purring,
creating small drool puddles
on me before leaving.

He came when I called him,
or when I fired up the barbecue,
He was a supreme feline opportunist.

Jerry was the king of his domain,
strolling the property with regal
impunity. A feline of distinction,
Battle scared from doing his duty.
We all loved him for the guardian
friend he was.

It has been over a month now,
Jerry has completely disappeared,
after being on the job for seven years
never straying or missing.

Taken I surmise by some predator
of wing or foot. We searched and called
but he never returned.

Life's cycle can be cruel, but it's
the order of things. My friend
Jerry cat will be sorely missed.
First my pet mallard male
duck Don of five years taken.
Now Jerry perhaps the same fate,
each a loved friend mourned.
Only animals you say, no not only.
Matt Shaw Sep 2018
Why don't you love me?
She screamed,


through stinging, salty tears.

She was at the bottom of the Pit of Despair,
And all the pretty living things turned black
And grew into her hair.

Why don't you love me,
Why don't you love me,
Why don't you love me?

Her screams shattered everything,
And brought down birds from crystal wings.
And all of life would stop its song
In reverence and submission,
In observation of her cry.

In music there's a symbol like
A shatter going through the lines
And all through life, the fracture runs
And from its fractal, beauty comes

But all I want to know is this:
Before her cries, was life just bliss?
And can eternal love exist?

It seems a thing we'd sorely
The period is just because of formatting, it's not part of the poem
Matt Shao Jun 16
So sorely do we wish to find
A person who’s just like our kind
Someone who’s just as weird as us
That we can know and love and trust

A person that just lets us be
And even when we disagree
They know that we’re still meant for them
They do not argue and condemn

Because when love is tried and true
It is not only about you
It is a union that you share
A contract, where you’re both aware

That life is meant for everyone
And when our time is gone and done
You’ll find that what we all should do
Is live it not with one, but two
Someday the words will be right there
Of poignant value and so much social  implication
That it will ensnare
the unwary
Hopefully probing deep
for some thoughtful inclination
That such effrontery
would normally inflame so many
But here I have the last word
the last meme.

the quote of quotes,
the Ayatollah of RocknRolla
My words set hard in Stone
soft in gist as jest
clearly seen
To be ... absolutely correct ,
mirror bright in reflection
Telling  in the action.
what they will....albeit in slight delay
Inspiring  more ...I hope
Than simply
a reason to smile,  
May they become
a direction
Hopefully  to be a remindier
that we may have lost our way
But not our self respect
Sorely tested
But never completly arrested
Is our humanity
If  that be so then
may some laughter
some genuinely thoughtful
moments after
To comment a silent homage
As a few will  ....suddenly take action,
leaping up and aside
..once it will dawn upon
All who are drawn in
by those
small ...elaborately engraved words hopeful consideration
To  inspire ..both
Elevating  thoughts
Tentative  to raucous laughter


JUST  LOOK.... what YOU too  
   are doing right now  ,

I can't t wait ...oh OH! Oh no.. yes I can ! I can wait just fine
Nigdaw Jun 18
You cannot control the power of the sun
Far less try to hide it behind lies
And reassurances that everything is fine,
While it burns into the retinas of thousands
Who thought they had jobs for life.
The sunsets just don't lie, our life giving
Star sent messages to it's progeny
Writing out the truth across the sky

Pripyat holds the secrets of the apocalypse
Now we know what happens when our world
Ends, nature carries on, regardless, unperturbed
Even after we have done our worst, we go
The way of the dinosaurs, leaving a vacancy
For the next apex predator to ***** up
The world will never stop, but we will
And I think you'll find we will not be sorely missed

Just because one man broke the rules
Causing a reactor to blow it's cool
All so the 'Woodpecker' could listen in
A wall of surveillance powered by nuclear
Fission, now it is a tourist hot spot, everyone
Can go to visit the moment this world stopped
But will we learn from the devastation that's left
History says otherwise, you can't fix stupid
Paul Butters Aug 25
A massive moth outside in the night
Flings itself at
My bathroom window.
Another Icarus
Sorely tempted by the electric light within
My house.

A swooping vulture
It tries again and again,
Fracturing its fragile wings:
Battering itself to exhaustion.

Perhaps it curses some Moth God
And feels a failure in life,
Totally frustrated
At not being able to reach its imperative goal.
Not knowing
That had it succeeded
It would now be

Paul Butters

© PB 25\8\2019.
Yes, I took my annual bath. hehe
Those pink blackberries hard as stone
The taste of bitterness and hairy stalk
The  sort of colour made with a mixture
In plastic bag catching the end of season
One more drip of divine wine to taking
The bushes continue their few bright tips
And picking hurts the fingers till sorely
It is Autumn stocking in its cold offering
In the evening when people return home
We were special in our togetherness.

Love Mary ***
Yadasampati Jul 23
stumbling through the vicious night
with myriad hurdles on my path
impaired by the diminished sight
combatting loneliness and wrath

the wheel of life spins uncontrolled
its perils coming all too near
the chilling facts as they unfold
now fill my heart with massive fear

is this the place where i belong?
the ghastly fate that i have earned?
whatever choice i made was wrong
a lesson that was sorely learned

my inner voice is screaming loud
my life force will soon be deplete
please take away this painful shroud
and save me from this dead end street
Graff1980 Nov 20
By autumn lakes,
where water wears
nature’s fogging breathes
as white mists
roll over its
beautiful body,

when the cold air
catches spectral gasses
that pass
soft awestruck lips,

where sweet lovers
meet and sit
on the nearest bench
holding hands,
making grand plans,
and leaving to walk
the path laden
with many
multicolored leaves,

where water reflects
the waving limbs
and falling foliage
that finds itself
floating down
and eventually

where daydreams end
and strangers are
forced to return
once again
to the world
they have been
struggling in,
leaving tranquility
to become
a glimmering memory
in the sorely exhausting
work week.
Mark Dec 2018
What metaphor could meet a love-lost pain?
A dove cry only; has the breeze which hears,
and broken shards of wine could merely stain
tho' love-break shades the red off Merlot's peers.

A scarring heart has love enclosed in seal
to live a scab within the sorely chest
but challenge those; who can produce such zeal
as to remand the flow of Cupid's pest.

A winter's rose; has love's same-stem alive
tho' dormant, doubt the same love-limbs regrow
perhaps there's none that meet, that grief revive
may take them all and have ones love in woe.

No glass could break the same, no single tone
could have one's sorrowed heart, as tho' to own.
and our hallowed free speech
would be unduly harnessed
no more to be heard
was the point of its

regulation and an ever
present stricture's
saw this mouth's opinion
in death's posture of

gone from the world
those voices who expressed their
they'd remain on an extended
period of

the liberty to speak
that we all once
sorely vanished out
of each individual's
SJG Jul 20
So terrified of a mausoleum
So I see myself only as something lonely.

The day gets caught in the beak of a bird
That flys away as I stand
Amidst the flux of another busy street.

If it's with you,
Don't hesitate to throw
Your unlucky charm upon the table.

I will hold it to the sun,
To find whether it's a fake or if it's alright.

I shake myself into my clothes,
Spending a good ten minutes on the buttons
Upon my sleeves.

Yes, love is everywhere if you search high and low
Until your limbs ache and your blood is cold.

I would love to see you dancing
Arrhythmically to the songs
That you wrote in your own time.

If there's permission,
I'd like you to chase me out of town
With any mob of your choice.

If there's permission,
I'd like to miss you sorely,
Until the leaf falls from the tree and I lose my voice.
Mark Jan 25
Partake my heart and seek the listless flesh
And know these parts have long since lingered ill
Let gift with time, and mine return afresh
With love as truest that a heart can will.
Tho' if no patience has your love entwined
Then may you find these portions, bitter taste
With none to worth a fairest love refined
That needs one ready made to meet your haste.
Ah! Tho such break may sicken more within
My idle beat may cease if left too raw
If let you touch just once, and I, therein
Then would you've given lease to lover's law.

Where love resides, is where I'm sorely lost
Revive me there, despite a lover's cost.
van Young Jan 2018
I admit I am a sinner
I admit I have made mistakes
I will probably make mistakes again in the future
Blot out My iniquities from Your mind and sight
My walk has not always been straight and narrow
My heart and life are weary
I need Your help
Shadows circle Me like sharks at feeding time
I am sorely vexed by issues of My own making
And issues delivered by others
Uncertainty clouds the future
No one stands beside Me
The wolf at the door had puppies

I have tried to do right
Tried to help others
The heavy weight of survival is pressing up against Me
Where do I turn
What happens next
I feel alone
I feel homeless
I feel penniless
I feel abandoned by You
You have come to the aid of others so why am I not on that list
You have come to My aid before with mega blessings
Does it have to be this way now

And yet
I deeply bow to what You do
What you have already done
What you have planned ahead

Since there is no way I could know the next moment
the future
I have no choice
You told me to put my trust in Elohim
I have
You told me to wait on the LORD
I have
You told me that I would experience beyond anything I could ever know
I have not

Your Word cannot return void

What is it I have not done to receive Your blessings
What is it I need to do right now to have your blessings shower me
Tell me what to do

Is the feather a sign
Is the good word from the Oracle a sign
Can you see my tears
Can you feel my heart
Can you see my housing threat
Can you see my transportation issues
Can you accept my worshiping you
Can you feel my longings
Yeshua said you know all of this and more before I ask
Honor His Words
Can you just step it up a bit

I sit here in silence
Daring to wonder what is next
I am dust destined to be worm food
My Spirit will return to You
There is no good reason for me to suffer
Yes I do honestly believe You do not want Me to suffer
Come Holy Spirit
Come Holy Spirit
Come right now
Come right now
You are the only power

You are the only power to trust
Bless me right
Work your miracles right now
Send Your ministering Angels to surround Me
Send Your ministering Angels to lift Me
To protect Me
To direct Me how to solve the survival issues
To show Your love for Me
To show My love for You
Though You loved Me first
Help Me
Help Me
Help Me
Irina BBota Dec 2018
An angel fell with his wings broken, amidst the heroes,
from his mouth, words sounded like true diamonds.
Wherever I look, through open doors or windows,
I'm looking for you, but you... are no longer among us.

You flew with us for a while, but you've reached another world,
the angels can now ease our pain and keep you safe.
They told you to leave this earth, with your destiny curled,
people full of tears now are digging your grave.

Now we have bitter rain in our hearts, and so much grief,
candles will light up our evenings in our sight.
With eyes in tears, we ask for the divine relief,
it's the day when the stars fall, there is no longer light.

We will wake up from the shadows of the night
to see your innocent image printed in the sky and calm.
It's not fair. But maybe angels think that this is right,
your face, your smile will always be our balm.

Your very own being was a wonderful music and poetry,
the angels say that your soul by them has been kissed.
I can't read words about you and not being hurt, I agree,
may God rest you in peace! You will be sorely missed!
Shlomo Jan 26
Mouth-to-mouth resuscitation,

But they were very much conscious.

Loving every minute of vacation,

Thoroughly adventurous.

An act that seemed to revive not just their souls,

But every atom, cell and ***** in their bodies.

Lived for those nights huddled up in arms (Goals!)

Even though time just couldn’t care less.

Carelessly dashing by without regard (its new foes!)

Even as this act would lead to many more worries.

Fast forward now; and they craved it more than ever.

Would it happen again, or am I forever trapped in nevers?

Can’t handle the pressure, brain’s got a fever.

At this rate, gonna be swiping left and right forever.

Bones dry, deep down I crave love and connection.

Sorely waiting for those sparks to keep an *******.

More like an ***** sin.

Caught between a rock and a hard place.

A truth I once held close, feels like a lie I’m locked in

(I’m everything and nothing)

For where do I belong? Everywhere and nowhere

Except with my first love.

I long to meet someone like you.

Soft lips, beautiful eyes, luscious hair,

and a strong, gentle soul that softens the hearts of the hardest of men.
More about this poem on my site. There is also a link to an audio performance of it there!
Rhonda Walls Apr 3
Dear Empty Nest Sydrome,

You have given me an unexplainable emptiness that words cannot explain,
only to be defined by feeling
Experiencing this void is not what a mother wants, to be quite honest!
Sometimes, in the middle of the night, I wake to check on the children, slowly opening the door to peek in, walking in to listen to them breathe as they dream the sweetest of dreams,
kneeling down at the bedside kissing them on the forehead,  holding their hand ever so gently for a moment careful not to wake them, only to savor the few seconds that feel like a lifetime,
yet to realize years have past, and their beds lay empty, only leaving their sweet scent behind.
My children have grown, becoming beautiful people to begin their own nest.
The laughter from days gone by of  playful times are sorely missed.
The giggles and snickers made my ears rejoice, my face glow, wishing it never to end, but at the same time, my heart aches for more days such as those.

I miss my children!

So, Empty Nest Syndrome, although the pain is immeasurable, I want to
thank you for memory!


Mother of 3 daughters
Natasha, Kari and Robyn I love you all so very much!
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