"sorrowfulness" poems
Some tender desires plunge
into my dreams
For I am submissive
and made of morning dew
If Sun shines in the sky,
Moon will too cry in dark
When drops of light glow during
hours of sorrowfulness,
rain clouds will shower
little of blessings
Time and tide will come and go
drink my sweat and blood
you shall breathe forever.
Williamsji Maveli
www.williamsji.com
Jul 9, 2012
Jul 9, 2012 at 12:47 PM UTC
*When you fall down into madness you just need to hold on.
Hold on to my hand.
If you keep holding I won't let you fall.
I need you and you need me.
Holding tight.
Your hand in my hand.
Cold meets warm.
Like a summer night.
I’m above, you’re below.
Looking down, looking up.
Eyes meet and a smile on our lips.
You close your eyes and see only darkness.
You slowly open your eyes and see me.
I will always stay by your side.
Looking down and protect you.
But if I should lose my hand hold and you should fall.
I would jump to save you even if it means goodbye.
But that’s just IF and IF never happens.
Only our hands could touch.
Feeling each others body temperature.
We couldn’t be together.
The ticking time meant nothing for you and me.
As long you’re with me.
Happiness, sadness.
Is two diffrent things.
They're not meant together.
I’m scared to close my eyes.
If I do you might disappear.
You’re my sorrowfulness, I’m your happiness.
Hate, love.
I hate you for bringing me sadness.
You love me for bringing you happiness.
But I won’t give up, so just hold on.
Tight.*
Aug 3, 2016
Aug 3, 2016 at 3:46 PM UTC
My love,
My lovely heart,
It's okay to feel broken,
It's okay.
Kensui my dear heart.
Kensui.
My love,
My lovely heart,
I know you're strong,
You are stronger than you think,
I know you are.
Kia Kaha my dear heart,
Kia Kaha
Be strong my lovely heart,
you are beautiful,
you have a lot of love,
you never know the real meaning of tired,
you never give up,
you are full of hope,
you will love them to eternity,
you, my heart, keep on beating,
keep on keeping me alive,
keep on the beautiful rhythm,
although sorrowfulness ambience interferes,
my heart, keep on playing the beautiful rhythms,
Akiramenaide my heart,
Akiramenai.
Oh my dear heart,
there are millions of mile of life to go through yet,
obstacles and hardship, those are the promises of God,
likewise pure bliss and eternal happiness, afterlife
we can't change that my dear heart, we can't,
but we can be strong,
Ganbatte my heart, Ganbatte.
Jun 18, 2016
Jun 18, 2016 at 10:52 AM UTC
Persecution your honour
I breathe guilt
I bred lies
My suicidal innocent where are you?
Why have you left me hanging?
Truth why have I neglected your malicious teachings?
Have I none left?
Every staggering lie truer than the next
Inert emotions turned me into a female canine i confess
I am your Delilah Samson
Cutting off your strength strand by strand
Deceitful intent with every touch
Every kiss an Anaphylactic shock it may seem
Pray you say
Pray I said for I am the grim reaper herself
Dressed as an angel of life: A daemon I am
Wear that Armour Goliath
Because as tiny as David maybe he is still capable of turning you into a corpse
Dead!!
Hail oh hail, my sorrowful woes
Drift away from this shipwreck
I, a hypocrite the knight of terror...
Forgive me Lord for I have sin
The sin of lies rocks me on its back, sleepless horror, rescue him Lord
Truth, truth, truth ,truth repetition decays meaning
Floods of sorry cannot erode the stone shape hurt I have imposed upon your child
Toss and turn, toss and turn in Noah’s flood...ark left you broken down
Repent I shall....
Trembling earthquake, forgive myself?
My discerning limbic...
Be mindful, my feelings are a catalyst in this reaction...unchanged
Proven by my cryogenic heart
THE CRYOGENIC HEART WHICH TREMBLES IN THIS ARID CLIMATE
WHERE THE HEAT OF CARING DEFIES CRYOTHERAPY
A CLIMATE OF SORROWFULNESS, DECEIT WHY???
UNFORTUNATELY THERE IS NO THERAPY
BECAUSE THE IDES ARE COME
SOON TO BE GONE MAYBE
HOWEVER YET TO BE UNDERSTOOD
Aug 17, 2016
Aug 17, 2016 at 3:30 AM UTC
Living though this life
like a hermit in the wild
my angers, fears, and sorrowfulness rife,
yet my expression still smiles.
I scream out in agony
my emotional face defiled
my councilor in gallantry
is none yet myself's child.
As a dark dank chamber
beneath the great floor tiled.
While visitors unaware the danger,
think that I am so mild.
I style this my entire life
beneath the skin so wild
the hidden things remain so rife,
yet I force to show a smile.
Feb 12, 2013
Feb 12, 2013 at 5:25 PM UTC
let be the breath that none see.
but only though feel it that makes life, even in most wee.
cause so scarcely is that thick stuff; but always believe it.
the bright of the shy hope will roof the summit.
is now your cause of senselessness.
so sorrow life can show you the realness.
rise your glaring face and decide the truth.
so rare is so the real proof.
in my hole life ,
so proudly shows so much rife.
this is my hall mark ,
i believe the blind can have a dear silk.
its so cool and sorrow heart the way you treated me so hard.
but now difficult do any soul as its so sad
now believe there are lawless ****** things.
but only though move forwards never look backwards.
im the bluff of the gumption of the blue sky.
no the blame of the taste of unsatiated motion of love.
so dainty the way the blue sky conveys sensation.
so grand when the wind grow so sensitiveness .
call the haysee of your vision the season.
but so gloomy many times the air blow the sermon.
i have heard the tide saying most time bye bye .
but i can feel the well pouring down the heaven .
so heaven feeling that turned out to sorrowfulness.
the most suffering from my heart but willing dearness.
launch today your glance to my face to see the right .
and you will notice there is more space space its no t a lie.
i have seen the sea gotten into fire .
that stirred up my life desire .
you are the taste of the daring romance .
and no living no way under heaven can equal your performance .
let you move in the trinity of the fire of the beginning.
now becoming the right of the false singing .
shave the steam of flawless union .
if i can have the dream of far region.
in my hole life ,
so proudly shows so much rife.
this is my hall mark ,
i believe the blind can have a dear silk.
its so cool and sorrow heart the way you treated me so hard.
but now difficult do any soul as its so sad
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 10:13 AM UTC
After evening
let it rain or not
But the rainy season
will com,e to
convince your
mind.
In butterfly days
who asked the
colourless heron days.
In those colorlessness
let do not be there
a fraction of sign
of your sorrowfulness
to identify not
to required unlimited
symptoms.
Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 8:38 AM UTC