Sonnet: Great things are born of sufferings
The Bee that stings, alights on each flower,
more gently than the kiss of a lover!
And though it sucks the nectar hungrily,
The flower gives it away, lovingly!
Twisting and turning through the birth-canal,
The baby comes out head first, crying loud;
When mother's sufferings become banal,
It turns into a sigh of relief, proud!
Great things are born out of much sufferings;
And this is true of Poetry that lasts;
In sufferings, the spirit becomes king,
With armour of grace/divineness, God casts.
Effortless man remains in laziness;
After pain comes relief, thats happiness.
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: Sufferings- the Key to Life
Through sufferings, we are born to lead this life;
Through sufferings, we are even baptized;
Through sufferings, we all must meet our strife;
Through sufferings, we’re even magnetized.
Through sufferings, sometimes we have our joy!
Through sufferings, we earn our livelihood;
Through sufferings, we grew to man from boy;
And sufferings’ our teacher from childhood!
Through sufferings, we learn in life good things;
Through sufferings, we learn to live well, pray!
Through sufferings, big truths, this world us brings;
By sufferings, we fight ‘gainst Tempter’s ways.
Yet, sufferings- a blessing God us gave,
To keep the road to Heaven, well behave!
poem by John Celes
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We mortals with immortal minds are only born for sufferings and joys, and one could almost say that the most excellent receive joy through sufferings.
quote by Ludwig van Beethoven
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Relief and Burden
A loss leaves some relief,
Which relievs some sufferings.
A gain brings some burden,
Which disturbs some happiness.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Face rather than avoid
The more you try to avoid sufferings
The more you will suffer from trivial things,
Which will occupy that place to torture you,
With the quota of suffering yet to come.
Instead, face the sufferings and finish it.
17.11.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I fancied I had some constancy of mind because I could bear my own sufferings, but found through the sufferings of others I could be weakened like a child.
quote by Sarah Fielding
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I have seen and endured the sufferings of the troops, and I can no longer be a party to prolong these sufferings for ends which I believe to be evil and unjust.
quote by Siegfried Sassoon
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Poetry...Poetry...
Poetry...Poetry...
Poetry is in the beginning of new life,
Poetry is in the tears of a child,
Poetry is in the warmth of mother's kiss,
Poetry is in the child's bliss,
Poetry is in the hug of a father,
Poetry is in the love of a dear,
Poetry is in the happiness of affection,
Poetry is in the pain of separation,
Poetry is in someone's loss,
Poetry is in missing someone very close.
Poetry...Poetry...
Poetry is in the first rain,
Poetry is in the cultivation of first grain,
Poetry is in the first light of dawn,
Poetry is in the drops of dew o the grass of lawn,
Poetry is in the blowing of cool wind,
Poetry is in the beauty of green,
Poetry is in the twinkling star,
Poetry is in the aroma of a flower,
Poetry is in thunder and lightning,
Poetry is in the heat scorching.
Poetry...Poetry...
Poetry is something more sweeter than sweet,
Poetry is something more closer to heart beat,
Poetry is something more than the most beautiful creation,
Poetry is something more than the depth of an ocean,
Poetry is something more higher than the blue,
Poetry is something more true,
Poetry is something more enjoyable than wine,
Poetry is something more shiner than sunshine,
Poetry is something more pure than air,
Poetry is something which is present everywhere.
Poetry...Poetry...
Poet ry is not just rhyme,
Poetry is but the voice Divine,
Poetry is not just Poetry,
Poetry frames History,
After so many lines,
Poetry still remains undefined.
Poetry...Poetry...
poem by Akash Agrawal
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A Discourse On The Sufferer....
i am extremely worried
about you
for you think that we are the cause
of your
sufferings
we shall give you that cure
we shall leave you
and we give you that choice
you may leave us
for good
it all depends on what light
you have
what dew is there
on the carpet's
leaf
for we do not want us to be your suffering
we know how to manage sorrow
we have outlived grief
we know the labyrinths of lamentations
we have gone beyond
sadness and joys
in fact, they do not have meaning anymore
except perhaps
a flower on our ears
a garland on our necks
a pair of slippers on our feet
when we do not have you
we know how to shut ourselves like doors
but we always leave you the key
and when the right time comes when you have learned
to go beyond the fences of those dark horizons
or of the walls of the threshold of tolerances
you may open the door again
do not knock
but we cannot assure you
that we shall be here forever
waiting for you
that will be too much for us to
give to you
we are the winds
and we always take chances somewhere
where we are loved
where we are not the cause of sufferings
and we have this trait of always
going somewhere
for us to stay
if you only know
is another suicide
of natural born
reason....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Epitaph on the Monument of the Marquis of Winchester
He who, in impious times, undaunted stood,
And 'midst rebellion durst be just and good;
Whose arms asserted, and whose sufferings more
Confirmed the cause for which he fought before,
Rests here, rewarded by an heavenly prince,
For what his earthly could not recompence.
Pray, reader, that such times no more appear;
Or, if they happen, learn true honour here.
Ark of this age's faith and loyalty,
Which, to preserve them, heaven confined in thee.
Few subjects could a king like thine deserve;
And fewer, such a king so well could serve.
Blest king, blest subject, whose exalted state
By sufferings rose, and gave the law to fate!
Such souls are rare, but mighty patterns given
To earth, were meant for ornaments to heaven.
poem by John Dryden
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Remember the sufferings of Christ, the storms that were weathered... the crown that came from those sufferings which gave new radiance to the faith... All saints give testimony to the truth that without real effort, no one ever wins the crown.
quote by Thomas Becket
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Sonnet: Let Sufferings Come, So What!
My suff’rings isn’t big compared to others;
Each one’s sufferings appear too much to him!
How suffered my freedom-fighter brothers!
We tend to think that each one’s life is grim.
How pioneers suffer in walks of life!
How prisoners suffer in lone cellars!
How leaders strive to ward off unique strife!
How people suffer when come down pillars!
Suffered have many, much more than any;
How suffered Christ for man’s sins on the cross!
Sufferings in life will visit so many;
A man who suffers is now his own boss!
Sufferings are nothing when God is beside;
In suff’ring souls on earth, God will reside.
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet-Let Me Walk In Heaven's Road
Let sorrows and temptations come galore;
I'll be a victor in the end, I know;
Give me the grace to bear them God, some more;
Thou art the ev’r-green tree; And I, a bough!
When despair hits me hard like fierce a wind;
Let me swing up and down but never break;
0 bring my ha1ycyon days sooner and end,
My sufferings, O God; me stronger make.
When no more sufferings I can more take,
Give me more tolerance, rejuvenate;
O let me God do all this for Thy sake;
I don't believe in something all call Fate.
And when I must be gone from earth one day,
0 let me walk and run in Heaven's way!
poem by John Celes
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The empathy
To give alms is compassion.
To feel for one’s sufferings is sympathy.
To share one’s sufferings is empathy.
What you do to parents is compassion,
What you do to siblings is sympathy.
Your doings to offspring is empathy.
Shows empathy to others to be great.
11.09.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Let it go
Let it go
Let it go…gently
For gentle was love
Let go of that love
That does not return to you
It’s a leaf broken off a tree
There is no ointment that can heal that wound
Weep to peace.
Gently let it go with a sigh
Wishing for relief that comes with it
To come soon.
Let it go
It may needs to be some where else
To some one else it may belong
Let it go…
Love is nothing but the happiness of the beloved
It’s not a bird to be caged,
Not a thing to be possessed.
Gently whisper it luck and let it go like a sigh
Wishing for relief to come soon.
Shakil Haider
poem by Shakil Haider
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5: 28 In The Morning
ideas keep rushing like some leaves blown by the wind,
this is different, i must agree, there is no choice,
there is this bee that keeps on hovering on top of me and
then suddenly stops to settle on my hair
and stings my head
and here, here, it must have mistaken me as a flower
it stops asking for some nectar to sip
i said, i don't have any for i am a man, not this flower in your mind
and hey, look at this bee, it stings me, and i am swollen, and then it says,
o my, indeed, you're human
i am sorry.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A poet is an unhappy being whose heart it torn by secret sufferings, but whose lips are so strangely formed that when the sighs and the cries escape them, they sound like beautiful music... and then people crowd about the poet and say to him: "Sing for us soon again;" that is as much as to say. "May new sufferings torment your soul."
quote by Kierkegaard
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Not Afraid
I'm not afraid to die
All these sufferings;
plagues, diseases
are killing me inside
But I'm not afraid
.
And so, death, being
The harvest of man
For sins of a thousand years
And all these sufferings,
Not enough to atone
For my sins?
poem by Efe Benjamin
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Sonnet- 'Tis A Lull For Now
The mental torture seems to have ended,
At least for now, if not for my lifetime;
With help from God, I had well defended;
My winter's gone and Spring is now the clime.
My foes had failed in miserable a way;
They lie in ambush and in low profile;
May be, they wait for yet, another day;
They could not make the black mark in my life.
I heave a sigh of relief, just for now;
My honesty has triumphed yet again;
To God who saved me from trouble, I bow;
He brings the Sun in time and also Rain.
My sufferings ain't big compared to those
Unlucky ones, to suffer more, God chose.
poem by John Celes
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Your Choice
Plan the next sunrise,
But smell today's flower.
Think of the future
While enjoying each hour.
Can't control birth's offerings,
But effects are your choice.
They're sufferings or joy
As you lament or rejoice.
What happens will happen,
But reactions you own.
Smile with the world
Or whimper alone.
Each moment is real;
All others are not.
Treasure what you are.
Use what you've got.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Common To Find
Rotten food
Rotten ideas
Bad actions
Worst sufferings
Polluted environment
Serious diseases
Countless deaths
Worst crimes
Great sufferings
Floods and food shortages
Earth quakes and volcano eruptions
In search of another planets
Wars and skirmishes
Terrorists and killings
Nature and mankind
Is there anything common to find?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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