"woefulness" poems
Stronger then truth is the heaviest weight
With italicized pocket books
Pushing meaning and sincerity
A message to the scattered window panes of memory
Reflecting myself back through the glass shards of woefulness
And a man flips through some ***** books
As his wife walks away cause' of her looks
May 3, 2011
May 3, 2011 at 11:37 AM UTC
I lay in bed
My heart as heavy as lead
Breathe , in and out
Tomorrow will come, there is no doubt
Brokenness, soulfulness, woefulness
Today, the sun has risen
Such a contradiction
Darkness surrounding
Leaving the story unwritten
Ferociousness, outspokeness, emotionless
Yesterday, looking for a do over
Constantly looking over ones shoulder
Trying to remember
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 11:25 PM UTC
Crying
In The
Shadows
My Heart
Withers
Wilted
In
Shame
Of
My
Loneliness,
Trapped
Beneath
The Shackles
My
Heart
Rattled,
Hoping
To Find
Someone
Who
Finds
My
Pawprint
In
The
Black
Snow,
Who
Follows
Through
My
Mist
Of
Loneliness
Who
Sniffs
Who
Finds
Hope
For
Me
Emotionally
The
Honest
Ones
Who
Get
This
Message
The One
Who
Is
Honest
To
My
Face
~Paris Styron~
To
My Face
During
The
Black
Dark
Days,
Which
Leads
To
My
Tearful
Black
Tears,
Running
Somberly
Down
An Empty
Hole
Saying
"Where
Will I Go"
~Paris Styron~
My Dark
Sorrows
Grasp
My Hopes
And Dreams
Render
Them
Helpless
Tantalizing
My Emotions
With
Sorrows
And Disbelief
Perfuming
Me
With
Despair
That I
Cannot
Describe
But
With
Black
Bleeding
Tears
Running
Down
My
Face
~Paris Styron~
Sniping
One By One
The
Tones
Darkened
The Gray
Clouds,
Drooping
The Bodies
To The
Grave
The Bullets
Flying
To
Their
Victims
Precious
Light,
Farewell
My Friend
Your
Black
Rose
Diminished
In My
Heart
~Paris Styron~
~Farewell~
The Dove's
Heart
Woos
The Somberness
Of
One Soul
Leaving It
In
Ashes
Shriveled
From
Existence
Wooing
The
Woefulness,
Weeping
For
Its Victim
Dripping
Drooping
Filling
The Room
With
Puddles
Of Blood
~Paris Styron~
Her Heart
Rendered
Helpless
Between
Her
Tears
Weeping
For
Forgiveness,,
As Time
Passes
By Her
Eyes
And Her
Tears
Grow
Dimmer
Of
A Color
Known
As
Black
Then
Her Soul
Shattered
Into
A Grave
~Paris Styron~
Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 9:41 PM UTC
My heart feels so heavy immersed in such woefulness,
If I sigh, if I hurt, if I deny,
Would it fix these trials of tribulation?
If I try, if I curse, if I cry,
Would it fix these trials of tribulation?
My heart has betrayed me, for it bleeds in throbbing pain,
As much as I try, As much as I weep, As much as I cry,
I must find strength deep in this heart to keep life.
As much as I scream, As much as I exhaust, As much as I dream,
I must find strength deep in this heart to keep life.
My heart knows the truth, with full assurance that You are the answer,
The Healer to this pain, The Healer to his hurt, The Answer to this rough terrain.
I seek your Light, for I cannot deny that You are my only true path.
The Good song to my distress, The Good song to sweep away sorrow, The Melody I cannot suppress.
I seek your Light, for I cannot deny that You are my only true path.
I know not of what lies ahead, but I sing praise to You my King.
I give up doubt, I give up the worries, I praise and shout,
You have rescued me from this abandon well time and time again,
I see that You are the answer, I know You are my God, I taste that You are my flavor,
You have rescued me from this abandon well time and time again,
My heart is a magnet towards You, it is filled with joy when You are near.
If I sigh, hurt, or deny; I must pray and worship the most High,
These trials of tribulation are nothing, for I am a child of the King.
If I try, curse, or cry; I must keep You close for your love will not run dry,
These trials of tribulation are nothing, for I am a child of the King.
Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 12:41 AM UTC
Some are just like vultures
hovering over a moment,
eager to feed on the morsels
of your woefulness.
Jun 10, 2018
Jun 10, 2018 at 3:55 PM UTC
We counted the days.
We monitored the events.
Days piling over days.
Events spiraling over events.
Consuming the woefulness of
decades.
Erasing the trial of years.
Twelve days returning from
the field of corns.
Twelve days sojourning in the
orchid gold.
We counted the days
We monitored the events
Bitter water turning salty
Drought yielding bumper harvest.
We shall count more blissfull days
We shall monitor more eventfull event
Sep 12, 2019
Sep 12, 2019 at 5:43 AM UTC