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we laugh
we weep
strangers to ourselves
in the puddle
wearing a garland of hope
a crown of thorns
a moment of agony
unfathomable
the depth of destiny
refuge in one another's agony!
a saga of suffering
a smile thrown here and there
ah, in installments
drain traces of life!
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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I Smile
I smile to cover the pain
I smile to hide my misery
But I'm tired of life and I wanna die
I want to escape from this hell Im living in
Will someone please take all the pain away
Take me to a place where I can be set free
Never again to know this agony
Never again to know the shit he puts me through
Take me to a place where I can be myself
Take me to a place of love & peace
Take me to a place where I can fly
There is only one problem
He lives off my pain, agony, and misery
He smiles at the site of my pain
But I just smile so no one can see the shit he puts me through
When I smile I turn into a different person
When I smile I lose another piece of my being
Every time I smile I hope someone sees through me
Sees through this fake skin and saves me before I die
poem by Brandi Young
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War Is Our Worlds History
I Look into a history book.
And what do I see?
Pain and agony, death and suffering,
I see history that tells a lot about our world.
War!
Our world's history is war.
It is the pain and agony, the death and the suffering,
I see large fields of dead bodies,
I see our heritage being destroyed by other people
because it is not what they believe in,
I see people begging for mercy, but they do not get it
instead they get a bullet in the head.
In our history I see many mistakes in which we can learn from,
but we obviously we do not.
They say not to judge a book by its cover,
to me this quote means nothing to our history.
Our history is our cover,
and the book is filled with pain and agony, death and suffering.
Plain and Simple
War!
poem by Christian Cervantes
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I want to smile
All my tears gone dry
What I want now
Is to laugh, giggle and smile
I want to smile at misery
Maybe you’re there
and make me strong in times of difficulty
I want to smile at envy
Maybe you’re there
To understand that living with you makes life empty
I want to smile at misfortune
Maybe you’re there
to teach me to be thankful with what is the real fortune
I want to smile at agony
Because your teach me
to pray, have faith and not to worry
I want to smile at hurricane
For nature shows me
That rainbow only comes with the right mix of sunlight and rain
I want to smile at darkness
cause you lead me
to go to the light and embrace the light of gladness
Smile vanish the darkness of avarice
And replace it with generosity
Smile dispels egoism and
Replace it with feeling of unity
I want to smile with fortitude
I want to smile with love
I want to smile with hope
erase the frown
Laugh…
Giggle..
and smile…
it will lead you to another great mile
poem by Champs Ulysses Cabinatan
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Agony
Ever wonder how He felt?
Praying in the garden
His students asleep
Could not watch for an hour
He knew He had to die
Even if it's just for me
He would be scourged
He would sweat blood
Even if it's just for me
Agony!
There He was, fixed
Nails in hands and feet
For a moment
Abandoned by God
Agony!
They pierced Him
Blood and water gushed
Mom at His feet
Brothers vanquished
Head bowed
Breathed His last
How He felt?
Think you have it hard?
Think about Him
Agony!
He was wrapped
Buried and left
Thought it was the end?
Not so fast!
Three days later
He got up
Just like that
Now He reigns victorious
Today knees bow
Eyes close
Agony?
poem by Buxton Shippy
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You are more than a person to me
You are
More than
A person to me
I can speak out
My heart to you
Share my agony
Laugh with you
Learn to live
Enjoy the life
The way
One should do
I love you
As a good
Compassionate
Human being
I miss you
When you do not
Talk to me
You understand
My agony
Provide a solution
As no one ever did
You are
More than a
Person to me
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poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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SUICIDE is not a WANT but a NEED
Suicide is what I want
Suicide is what I need
To live without these feelings
growing within me.
You said I cut for attention
You were right on some level.
In the beginning that is what it was for
Attention.
But even though you found out
you left me alone without care or doubt
you thought that after seeing a counsler
I would be just fine
but I want what is supposed to be mine
the attention of others
and no lonliness for thee
its what I want
not these feelings within me.
Pain and suffering
is what I feel now
Pain and suffering
there is no hope now.
If you wished to help me
give up your hope
for now I am
eternally broke.
The puddle is bigger
The puddle is black
The puddle is swelling
and cannot come back.
My blood rushes forth
in a river of red
till it congrigates
and Im dead.
poem by Michelle Dickson
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Sadness
Why you that they call you sdaness
Why you have been my destiny forever
Why you are chasing me like my shadow all these years
What can I do to escape free even one moment
To taste the happiness that never had found my way
To smile
To laugh
To run under the summer rain
To be in love with the happiness
To laugh till my eyes tear
For once from the happiness
To chase away all those years
That made me cry and never knew the smile
Tell me why you are so unfair
How some people's destiny could be to have a perfect life?
They never know anything about the bad destiny
They never tasted the horror of poorness
They know nothing about the loneliness
They never ever had felt on their own skins how it hurts
Sure they never felt how it hurts when you fall
All those people around you at once disappear
And how hard is to be in need of even to a smile to survive your life...!
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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Song.
I am wearing away like the snow in the sun,
I am wearing away from the pain in my heart;
But ne'er shall he know, who my peace has undone,
How bitter, how lasting, how deep is my smart.
I know he would pity-so kind is his soul,
To him my affliction would agony be;
But never, while I can my feelings control,
The youth whom I love shall know sorrow through me.
Though longing to weep, in his presence I'll smile,
Call the flush of my cheek the pure crimson of health;
His fears for my peace by my song I'll beguile,
Nor venture to gaze on his eyes but by stealth.
For conscious I am, by my glance is exprest
The passion that faithful as hopeless will be,
And he, whom, alas! I can ne'er render blest,
Shall never, no never, know sorrow through me.
poem by Amelia Opie
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Song
I am wearing away like the snow in the sun,
I am wearing away from the pain in my heart;
But ne'er shall he know, who my peace has undone,
How bitter, how lasting, how deep is my smart.
I know he would pity--so kind is his soul,
To him my affliction would agony be;
But never, while I can my feelings control,
The youth whom I love shall know sorrow through me.
Though longing to weep, in his presence I'll smile,
Call the flush of my cheek the pure crimson of health;
His fears for my peace by my song I'll beguile,
Nor venture to gaze on his eyes but by stealth.
For conscious I am, by my glance is exprest
The passion that faithful as hopeless will be,
And he, whom, alas! I can ne'er render blest,
Shall never, no never, know sorrow through me.
poem by Amelia Opie
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From Faust - VII. MARGARET, Placing Fresh Flowers In The Flower-Pots.
O THOU well-tried in grief,
Grant to thy child relief,
And view with mercy this unhappy one!
The sword within thy heart,
Speechless with bitter smart,
Thou Lookest up towards thy dying son.
Thou look'st to God on high,
And breathest many a sigh
O'er his and thy distress, thou holy One!
Who e'er can know
The depth of woe
Piercing my very bone?
The sorrows that my bosom fill,
Its trembling, its aye-yearning will,
Are known to thee, to thee alone!
Wherever I may go,
With woe, with woe, with woe,
My bosom sad is aching!
I scarce alone can creep,
I weep, I weep, I weep,
My very heart is breaking.
The flowers at my window
My falling tears bedewed,
When I, at dawn of morning,
For thee these flow'rets strewed.
When early to my chamber
The cheerful sunbeams stole,
I sat upon my pallet,
In agony of soul.
Help! rescue me from death and misery!
Oh, thou well-tried in grief,
Grant to thy child relief,
And view with mercy my deep agony!
poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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The House Of Pain
welcome
to the house
of pain...
rehab pain
driving insane
intense agony
dark legacy
of an instant
of an accident
all muscles
instant torn
in right leg
limp weep on
limp on pain
to recovery?
patchwork leg
green blue black
blue hand prints
bruised muscles
littering agony leg
from right buttock
down to bruised
ankle screaming
swollen sorry foot
pain body
cannot carry
pain soul
cannot endure
pain raw by day
screaming seconds
pain blasting
pulsating
twisted muscles
knotted knarred
internal fire aflame
locked in pain
wearing down
resolve unrelenting
weeks enduring
rehab pain
driving insane
intense agony
welcome
to the house
of pain...
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Reborn...
Alone in a quiet dark space I sit
My arms wrapped around my nakedness
Surveying my hopes, my dreams and all I have become
My thoughts lay broken like the shards of a shattered mirror
Surrounding me in a sea of fractured hope
Afraid my mind might splinter from the agony
Yet the pain subsides, the agony lessens
Like a jigsaw I reassemble all the pieces
The agony and pain turn to hope and joy
All of my wounds healed I pick myself up from the floor
Like a phoenix rising from the ashes
Grazed and scarred, yet far stronger than before
Mind at ease, heart healed, tortured soul at rest
I am stronger, and ready to face the challenges of life...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
No matter how many times life knocks us down,
we are pre-programmed to get up and carry on...
It is quite simply what makes us so unique...
The challenges of life can only make us stronger...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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The first dragon (sestina)
They went to find a thing that belched fire
a killer, a dragon what could it be?
To defeat it, to win they did aspire,
to set the people from its terror free,
it was huge as it could never tire
and where it went, there was only agony.
Those brave humble men were of all fear free
were like a mighty force that did aspire
to make men godly, as t no man should be,
to snatch from that beast it’s devouring fire
and to bring to it just death and agony
and in this quest they would not tire.
Yet all of the great brave men do aspire
to in the unknown find knowledge free
to test skill against the beast and to tire
to measure if plans full of follies be,
later to chance, to fight using its fire,
even in using if there is only agony.
They wanted the truth of its power to be free,
free to use in destruction like the strange fire
that came from heaven that fell in agony
that has the capacity to even gods to tire,
they constructed weapons that should be
the main goal to which warriors do aspire.
It may that other men could easily tire
of this overwhelming quest whose worth could be
not lovely high things, to which to aspire,
nor a guiding light sparkling over the free
but quenching of life by its terrible fire,
with it only acts of death and agony.
Then like destiny, which doomed in agony,
like the first discoverers of divine secret fire,
the beast would rise and in raving anger be
really ruthless and from tricks it will not tire,
its intimate knowledge would not come free,
to seek power in which men as fools aspire.
In pride anything to be, finishing foes with fire
while endlessly to be free they do aspire
while men tire in wars only breeding agony.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Once And Once More
I silently bear the agony of waiting
Like the parched soil
That waits for the clouds to weep
The seed that craves in pain
For the first touch of rain!
I endure it flesh and soul
Watching in slow motion
The transformation of time
Stoically without a heartbreak
I survive the agony of a wait.
I know my dreams will arrive
The clouds will pour on the soil
Raindrops will pierce the seed
New life will burst forth
My wait will begin…once more!
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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Hurt...
It caresses the very fabric of my soul,
Suspended in a mere moment yet gone forever,
Into a vast sea of empty emotions raging,
Painful memories crashing upon life's shore,
Shattering into a thousand droplets of agony,
Seeping into the very core of my existance,
Haunting a heart blackened by angry words,
In the heat of such emotion only agony has suvived,
In the name of love, how did we cause so much hurt? ...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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A Rose Amidst the thorns
Roses in profusion
bloomed along our garden wall.
They were both red and yellow-
tea hybrids, I recall.
There were thorns too,
as I well knew,
standing guard among the blooms.
A careless creature soon would learn
to give the rose wide berth
An agony of thorns awaits
the careless of the earth.
Yet thorns permit the bees to come
and pollen to transpose.
and, if careful, they'll admit
my own scent seeking nose
I think thorns serve their purpose well
else roses would be trampled
The thorns are roses' guardians
and not inconsequential.
Without a thorn, the rose, forlorn,
is destined for the ashes.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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Agony
Am I gonna be alright?
No, I'm not gonna be alright
nothin' is alright now
am i gonna see the sun come up?
or am i goin' down?
'cause everyday i'm here
all i feel is sheer
agony
Friends tellin' me
that maybe i need
some pychiatric help
yeah, they're always so quick to tell you
just how to get on with it
I look into the mirror
and all i see is ancient fear
and agony
If i could just remember what it was like
when i was younger
oh, the joy and happiness
replaced with hunger
and all i've got to show
for the seeds that didn't grow
is agony
song performed by by Eels
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Landed Bombs
Smile and smile and your face will look so sweet,
Laugh and laugh and your face will look so bright,
Cry and cry and your face will look so sad!
For the nuclear war had began.
Nu-clear, nuclear war!
And a bomb landed on the Tigris river;
Where are the Iraqis?
Where are the Iranians?
Where are the Turkish?
Where are the Lebanese?
Of the messages from the Euphrates River as well,
And from the way it was created.
My people are destroyed for lack of knowledge and,
Like the untimely figs to be thrown to the Jordanians;
For the North Koreans are already firing missiles.
Fear, agony, pain;
With Iran, Syria, Hamas and Hezbollah in allance,
For a transparent history is at hand.
It is clearly written,
It is nicely packaged,
And it is well noted and accepted;
For the noise of the bombs could be heard everywhere!
Wars founded by Nations,
With tunnels everywhere to explore the advantage;
But, who is responsible for the landed bombs?
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Death ~ Love Kills
Resentment unfolds the shady lines
Some heart was made cold
Blade and blood
Thorns and spikes
Love kills
A passion
In heart
Try to console you
I am the broken
At the sole of disappointment
Million deaths
Will never enough
Ending was finding no finale.
My mirror
My soul was broken
Inconsolable agony, can’t seek the depth
Lost within words of lies
At glance of smile, kisses
Love embracing deceits.
At many tries of failures,
I made to die.
His name is suffering
Galore on his
Honesty becomes sand on the no name land.
Faceless faith is mocking the coffin.
Death upon me
Condemned to hell
Honor in love
Casualty upon honesty
Dried of the roses weren’t made in my harsh summer
Burned alive or staked till death, I am here no more
Holy grief and many sorrows are coming along.
Tears at the interment of the fallen
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poem by Malaya Roses
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Today... 'The Carpenters Son
'Isn't this the Carpenters Son? '
They said pointing to the Holy One.
'Isn't Mary and His brothers here? '
as they looked at Jesus with a sneer
Little did they realise to their shame
that the person they called by such name
was none other than the Only Son
of the Lord God, the Almighty One.
The world rushes by at a great pace
not noticing what was taking place.
Blinded by materialism and greed
mankind cannot see its greatest need.
Praise God that there is hope for us still.
The Carpenter's Son went on until
on a piece of wood at Calvary
completed His work to set us free.
Wood untouched by a carpenters' plane.
Rough, rugged and ugly tree of pain.
Then adding more to Your agony
You received a crown of thorns from me.
Praise God this was not to be the end.
This Carpenter's Son and sinners friend
is now enthroned in heavens' glory
and wears the great crown of victory.
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