The sorrow for the dead is the only sorrow from which we refuse to be divorced. Every other wound we seek to heal - every other affliction to forget: but this wound we consider it a duty to keep open - this affliction we cherish and brood over in solitude.
quote by Washington Irving
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I could not forget..............
Sorrow laid by me all nights along
his tears were flowing all along
He cried all nights and never depart
Cause me pain in my heart
I asked him to leave me for a night
but he refused and hold me tight
Sorrow told me he feels so sad
for me cause i treat myself so bad
I told him not to do what he do
because i will never let my love go
Sorrow surprised for my speech
cause he thought he could be the leech
to the deep wound that inside
the heart of me and i denied
But sorry, I could not forget
the one i loved once and get
So leave me sorrow for loving him
Cause no one could ever be like him
About the wound believe me i can endure
because i will do my best to get back its cure
poem by Passionate flower
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“Faithful Trust”
There’s nothing to offer to those ignoble vows
But a long wail of dejection if this heart allows
Trust has come to open the wound
Averment carries no word for word
The misguided mind has become the guard
Trust has come to open the wound
A solemn promise’s been made to none
With faithlessness it is believed to have gone
Trust has come to open the wound
The wound that's trapped into bleeding emotion
To heal the pain it drinks the potion
Then trust has gone with its faithful notion
And everything fades with that true devotion.
(23rd of October,2010)
poem by Munia Khan
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Thrombocytopenia
But you promised, but you promise.
And you died without even saying goodbye.
Anger, confusion, sorrow.
Feeling it through my heart as it becomes hollow.
Thrombocytopenia
Why did it have to be this way?
Questioning the very existence of the day.
As if it could be changed.
As time could be stopped, or rewound.
Please somebody hit pause then play.
Then just maybe it would be okay.
Thrombocytopenia
Sometimes the simplest of words will do.
I loved you.
I loved you.
To the point of insanity then there was only more.
I speak in past tense to help me move past the thoughts of it.
The grieving process.
A process that one time is more then a enough.
A ghost that has become this numbness.
A skeleton that haunts you in the back of your mind.
Flash backs from time to time.
Thrombocytopenia
Trying to grab on to stars before they fade.
With so much at stake.
Why does their have to be so many aches and pains.
When does the bleeding stop?
Thrombocytopenia.
A wound that just won't heal.
And I can feel.
My insides pouring out through this wound that just won't heal.
This wound that just won't heal.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Faithful Trust
There’s nothing to offer to those ignoble vows
But a long wail of dejection if this heart allows
Trust has come to open the wound
Averment carries no word for word
The misguided mind has become the guard
Trust has come to open the wound
A solemn promise’s been made to none
With faithlessness it is believed to have gone
Trust has come to open the wound
The wound that's trapped into bleeding emotion
To heal the pain it drinks the potion
Then trust has gone with its faithful notion
And everything fades with that true devotion.
Written on the night of the 23rd of October,2010
©Munia Khan 2010
poem by Munia Khan
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Time Will Heal
I know you want to get into my mind
But Im not gonna let you in
Until Ive had the time to begin to know you better
I know you want to get into my heart
But Im not gonna let you in
Til youve given me the time to heal a wound still bleeding
If you want a love thatll last
Youre moving much to fast
You gotta take your time, take it day by day
Time will heal me
Time will heal me
And babe take your time
Time will heal
I know you want to get into my mind
To wash away the hurt and sorrow
To let me know thaht you are the answer to my question
The problem is that love is often blind
It fools you into thinking youre happy
Then suddenly the mask falls away and leaves you weeping
If you are the promised land
Ive yet to understand
And while theres room for doubt we take it
Day by day
Time will heal me
Time will heal me
Babe heal me
And babe take your time
With you near me
Time will heal me
Time will heal me
I cant say the words you want to hear
But maybe given time
Time will heal
The pain I feel inside
Time will heal
The hurting and the pride
Time will heal
Ill open up my heart to you
Time will heal
Ill find the words to say to you
Time will heal
The world will see the change in me
Time will heal
song performed by by Level 42
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Nucleus
How can you take away the nucleus
and expect everything outside of it
to stay mended together with strength?
A family is held together by a bandage.
You take away the bandage and you got a wound.
Sometimes a wound can heal on its own
and sometimes it can get infected or never heal.
I've seen it all before, the bandages go away
and then the wound that is left attacks itself.
The skin, the blood, the puss, and all the cells
that were once held together by one bandage
turn on itself and then it all melts as if touched by acid.
I don't think that will happen to our wound.
I think we'll all band together and form a new bandage.
It might not be one person holding it all together,
but it will be all of us coming together
like hospital staff to make sure we don't die of an infection.
poem by Cokbod Lodwogo
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The marks of sorrow
The marks of sorrow
Scar the faceless sky
Each cloud a wound
Each wound a sign
Of things no more
Quivering up in lines
Countenance shades
The Moon impaled
On blades
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Flesh Wound
We flew over miles of ocean--be prepared.
I don't have the faintest notion who'll be there.
You underestimated; nobody sympathized.
I think you'll soon feel better once we get inside.
I see the door is open -- Why don't we walk right in?
Let's put our party hats on and let the fun begin!
We should have called and said that we were on our way;
Who would have ever guessed that you'd be so unreachable?
Just another flesh wound--another thorn in my side
Just another flesh wound--another wonder-cure that you tried
Just another flesh wound--another scratch on your hide
Just another flesh wound--another irritation you abide
You know the rumour's going that he was synthesized.
And if we had to dress, I wouldn't be surprised.
I say -- you're so outrageous -- you'll go to number one!
They'll have us both arrested for having too much fun.
Just another flesh wound--another scratch on your hide.
Just another flesh wound--another thorn in your side.
Just another flesh wound--another bruise on your pride.
Just another flesh wound--another paranoia that you hide.
And when she held her nose, she took an underdose.
It was nice to see her completely comatose.
You go first, you're completely debonair;
Let's go dutch -- it's only fair.
Just another flesh wound--another thorn in your side.
Just another flesh wound--a minor injury you dignified.
Just another flesh wound--another unsuccessful suicide.
Just another flesh wound--another curse that you ride.
song performed by by Robert Palmer
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Wound
a wound will always
be a wound.
a scar may come
to say you are healed
but soon it will
remember the wound.
perhaps you have not
loved enough
to learn from those
whose hearts
are broken, they
say: forgive and forget.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Breaking
I am silently breaking,
Quitly shaken,
Desperately taken one breath at a time,
I know its over,
The happy I had for weeks is dead,
Its replaced with sorrow,
A sorrow the has swept the mind,
Slowly I change,
From happy,
To sad,
Im breaking,
I just try to open my eyes,
But no its to late,
Im sorrow filled,
Im full of pain,
My heart might not ever heal,
So close,
But now its too many steps back,
Im breaking,
poem by Samantha Guinen
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Sorrow Under Mist
Mist -
Giving wispy vapour to the breath,
Cool calm to autumn afternoons,
A hovering air of mysticism
Over brooding lakes -
Was different here,
Affording company, closeness -
A caring arm around her shoulders.
In the eyes, a once-clear oceanic blue
Wavered under water -
Tears telling torrid truths
She couldn't face -
Like the glowering image in the mirror
You don't see in your mind's eye
Of compensation; delusion.
We see her sitting on the concrete steps
That led down to the dew-laden garden.
She's peering up, sensing her diffuse companion,
Refreshing in its chill; giving crispness
To the stealth of dulling evening.
But the bite of air couldn't lift the sorrow
Of pale youth in love,
Shouldered by a not-in-love and scoffing eye.
Rejection hurt;
Hurts -
Wrenches deep -
Emotion that we can't deny!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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The Scars of Tomorrow
The scars of tomorrow
are now to be carved
for these stones on my road
are piled up high to the stars.
Thus a head wind named fate
can bare me to stay the course
can fling every single stone
into my torn and tortured soul.
He’s intended to lead me astray,
but on this path I won’t stray!
So may a thousand stones be thrown by fate
as such may hurt, wound and rage,
on my path I won't abide in sorrow
for every wound will cure and heal
to the scars of tomorrow
poem by Flandu Flandu
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Sampson
You are the son of my sorrow! !
So, tomorrow i will borrow to satisfy your muse;
For, the arrows of hatred are now aiming at me.
A drink offering,
A pillar of stone,
With the fruitfulness of the laws on my affliction;
But, my love is now buried under this great tree.
Oh Sampson! !
To live in love, peace and unity;
But, you are the son of my sorrow,
And now, i have to borrow to satisfy you tomorrow.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Quiet and sincere sympathy is often the most welcome and efficient consolation to the afflicted. Said a wise man to one in deep sorrow, "I did not come to comfort you; God only can do that; but I did come to say how deeply and tenderly I feel for you in your affliction".
quote by Tryon Edwards
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Quiet and sincere sympathy is often the most welcome and efficient consolation to the afflicted. Said a wise man to one in deep sorrow, I did not come to comfort you God only can do that but I did come to say how deeply and tenderly I feel for you in your affliction.
quote by Tryon Edwards
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Tongue
Thank you for the time.
Like a razor kiss my wound.
Cut me to open.
Im ready to use.
Bring the newer ending sense.
I need the comfort of a stranger.
Eighteen years all the wait.
Like a razor kiss my wound.
Thank you for the touch.
Like a razor kiss my wound.
Cut me to open.
song performed by by Underworld
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Wound
Cocooned in her spell.
Harpooned,
Can't you tell.
My heart bleeds the slowest death.
My soul needs just one last breath.
My emotions are marooned.
What magic potions
Can heal this wound.
All the steam
Passion creates
In lonely dream
Evaporates.
Dying in her embrace,
Better than
That long empty chase
- To nowhere.
Too late, our dead rose is pruned.
Beware that fatal wound.
poem by Kevin East
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Life isn't fair = eternal sorrow
my heart is dying
more and more each day
I really need
this sorrow to go away
This pain I feel
because what life has caused
I will always feel pain
just...because
tears flow from me
like blood from a wound
and there they sit before me
reminding me of gloom
My sorrow is eternal
it won't go away
I really need a friend
because my heart has been betrayed
my sorrow is eternal
and it will always be there
and now I know as a fact
life isn't fair
poem by Shelbie Bozeman
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Sonnet to Ingratitude
He that's ungrateful, has no guilt but one;
All other crimes may pass for virtues in him.
- YOUNG.
I COULD have borne affliction's sharpest thorn;
The sting of malicepoverty's deep wound;
The sneers of vulgar pride, the idiot's scorn;
Neglected Love, false Friendship's treach'rous sound;
I could, with patient smile, extract the dart
Base calumny had planted in my heart;
The fangs of envy; agonizing pain;
ALL, ALL, nor should my steady soul complain:
E'en had relentless FATE, with cruel pow'r,
Darken'd the sunshine of each youthful day;
While from my path she snatch'd each transient flow'r.
Not one soft sigh my sorrow should betray;
But where INGRATITUDE'S fell poisons pour,
HOPE shrinks subduedand LIFE'S BEST JOYS DECAY.
poem by Mary Darby Robinson
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Sonnet XIV: Those Amber Locks
Those amber locks are those same nets, my dear,
Wherewith my liberty thou didst surprise;
Love was the flame that fired me so near;
The dart transpiercing were those crystal eyes.
Stong is the net, and fervent is the flame;
Deep is the wound, my sighs do well report;
Yet do I love, adore, and praise the same,
That holds, that burns, that wounds me in this sort.
And list not seek to break, to quench, to heal,
The bond, the flame, the wound which fest'reth so;
By knife, by liquor, or by salve to deal;
So much I please to perish in my woe.
Yet lest long travails be above my strength,
Good Delia loose, quench, heal me now at length.
poem by Samuel Daniel
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