Sorrows
My sorrows consumes me,
There won’t be a tomorrow,
There won’t be a light that shines above me,
There won’t be me anymore,
The way I feel,
The hate I feel,
My heart is breaking,
Its aching,
I am crying for this pain to end,
Today is no ordinary day for me,
Today’s the day I feel more drifting apart from this world,
My sorrows won’t go away,
My deep thoughts in my head leaves me laying dead,
I didn’t mean to lead this pain on and on again,
Look at me now,
I am falling apart,
Apart into million pieces,
This sorrow keeps on going into my thoughts,
This heart break makes me wanna cry over and over again,
My sorrows won’t fade away,
Is this me,
The me I have been waiting for,
Too many times my sorrows has over come me,
This is not me anymore,
This is my sorrows that makes me feel all sad inside.
poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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Laying next to you
Laying next to you,
Hearing you breathe,
Watching you suffer,
Watching the blood tears run down your face,
I can’t wash away your pain,
You can’t wash away my endless sorrows,
Laying next you feel as if I was laying down alone,
Watching you walk away,
Watching you leave out of my life,
It hurts me inside,
My endless sorrows made me cry,
I try hard to not show it,
To show what you mean to me,
Laying next to you makes me feel all warm inside,
Just talking to you makes me have butterflies in my stomach,
Just watching you smile makes me smile,
Just watching you fade away makes me wanna hurt myself,
One thing I ever wanted in life was you.
poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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Sorrow Makes One A Hero Tomorrow
Without sorrow life is zero
We must accept fate's arrow
If our efforts are thorough
Our sorrow, God will borrow
Sorrows nicely shape our mind
Sorrows stop our being blind
Via sorrows, remedies we find
Sorrows are indirectly kind
In the absence of sorrow
Our mind does not grow
We think not like a hero
Our attitude is made narrow
Sorrows must be overcome
For which efforts we welcome
At last strong we become
This is sorrows' outcome
Our will-power, sorrows increase
To our heart, sorrows supply grease
Our talents, only sorrows release
In a gist, sorrows supply peace
Every sorrow at last dies
Not because of our cries
But because our soul tries
Life and success, sorrow ties
Sorrow less person is none
Sorrow is sure, if life has begun
'Sorrow trains brains' is a slogan
Sorrow is a tamable dragon
In sorrow, all must dip
By coming under its grip
All are lashed by sorrow's whip
To every life, sorrow makes a trip
Now sorrow will somehow vanish
But you cannot fully relinquish
Further sorrows, time will furnish
From life, sorrow, none can banish
Life and sorrow are closely associated
By life, sorrow is very much fascinated
By sorrow, peace is initially confiscated
Sorrow grows when life is sophisticated.
poem by Mailrangam Visvanathan Venkataraman
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The Sorrows Of the Seas
Look out at the sea,
You feel it,
But it is not the sea you feel is it,
It is but your soul,
Traped in the sarrows of the seas,
It never is but a sea,
Walk along the beach,
Cry and pray to the waves,
All you can see is but the sarrows of the sea,
Alone I sit,
Alone I cry,
Alone is but the sea,
Alone my soul alone my shadow,
It is the sorrows of the sea,
Cry to your self,
Cry to the sorrows of the sea,
I am alone,
I am alone and only I and Me know,
And the sorrows of the sea,
I am but the sorrows of the sea,
poem by Samantha Guinen
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Thats The Day
There are burdens that I carry every day,
Sometimes they want to make me cry.
Hopeless feelings harbored deep inside my heart,
And I find it hard to hold my head up high.
In the middle of the darkness in my life,
I find the strength to carry on.
I am holding to a promise jesus made,
And I know it wont be long till well be gone.
In a while, well be gone,
And we wont have to cry anymore, no,
All our sorrows left behind,
And thats the day that I am waiting for.
And thats the day that I am longing for.
Oh....
If you feel there is no meaning in your life.
And it seems youve lost your way.
Listen closely to the voice thats deep inside,
And remember what the savior has to say.
In a while, well be gone,
And we wont have to cry anymore, no,
All our sorrows left behind,
And thats the day that I am waiting for.
And thats the day that I am longing for.
And thats the day that I am looking for.
Oh....
Da, da da, da da, da da, da da, da da....
Da, da da, da da, da da....
song performed by by Amy Grant
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Drown my sorrows
Drown me,
Drown my depression,
Drown my sorrows,
All the things I have done hurts me inside,
I told myself that everything will be alright,
We shared so much,
All I ever asked myself to drown my sorrows,
When I look back the picture of how happy were,
I wish things will be fine between us,
Drown my sorrows,
Wash away the pain,
Wipe away my tears,
The chapter of my life is incomplete,
I was complete once but ever since I let you go,
I lost apart of me,
Drown me,
Drown my sorrows.
poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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Silver
In this land of strangers
There are dangers
There are sorrows
I cant see this lady
It is shady
I am leaving tomorrow
Tomorrow
Tomorrow
Even theres a reason
Its silver
Its gone
In this land of strangers
There are dangers
There are sorrows
Sorrows
Sorrows
Sorrows
song performed by by Pixies
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Sonnet: Sorrows Purify Our Soul
When sorrows visit in quick succession,
And there’s no time to reason out or cry:
When mind and soul are in eclipsed session,
From the very beginning, then tears dry.
How much of sorrows can a heart withstand?
How much of stress and strain can humans take?
The anguish seems to even flood the land,
When earthly living seems almost a fake.
But, God made man to bear any despair,
And sorrows crown our life but not for long;
Most often life appears very unfair;
But listen Man, for joyful is His song.
Yet, sorrows purify my soul, O God!
It makes me fit for Heaven’s Abode, Lord.
6-25-2001
poem by John Celes
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Pain
Life is rough,
People might hate,
I rather die then hear others talk about me like I wasn't there to hear them say it,
Why is that every where I go I feel pain, agony, sorrow,
I can't help but think about cutting myself let out all the pain I feel inside of me,
I just wanna scream my head off,
I just can't stand life anymore,
Why bother living if there is nothing all that great to live for,
I just don't wanna feel pain anymore,
I just want it to be washed away in the rain,
Let it drain out all my anger and my hate,
I just wanna be left alone,
I just want my old life back,
Let me be me not what you nor what anyone else wants me to be,
I don't want to feel pain anymore please,
Make it all go away,
Make the pain stop,
Make it all stop.
poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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Sink Your Sorrows
Look into a mirror
For there are your sorrows.
Align another one
And yes your Sorrows are compounded-
But it is artificial
As the pulse of your heart on your breath.
Sink your Sorrows through that mirror of the sea's surface,
Aligning in wave after wave
Of the moon's captivity,
And let the tides become your heart,
And the seabreeze your breath.
Sink your sorrows into the sea.
poem by Stan Petrovich
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(Getting) Sorrows
And even now you're who I will miss
Guess you are why I don't face any bliss
Guess it's brilliant
How fell for you before I'd hit that sack
But it was just a cumbersome fact
Tears are streaming
Tears always now steaming
For there's only waits when I sit in these old bars
For blind again just due to the smoke of cigars
Form fades from good when I cry from afar
As for now I'm getting sorrows
Fight against chances that are gone
Here I am again as getting sorrows
Fight that are gone
Has got no new good fun yet no new good fun
As you're the reason why I still heave
For maybe you're the reason why I feel deep
Who to even be…
At the moment I dunno me
For there's only waits when I sit in these old bars
For blind again just due to the smoke of cigars
It fades from any good when I cry from afar
When I cry from afar as I'll cry from afar
As for now I'm getting sorrows
Fight against chances that are gone
Here I am again as getting sorrows
Fight that are gone
Has got no new good fun yet no new good fun
Coat my eyes with that of wool
As there's always lies
Won't expose my heartfelt pines even though it's a while
May not show it a while
As for now I'm getting sorrows
Fight against chances that are gone
Here I am again as getting sorrows
Fight that are gone
Has got no new good fun yet no new good fun
But I cannot break myself yet so free
Yet you're how I did misconceive
Just stuck to be
As there's nobody else I can be
poem by Rich Downes
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I Hate
I hate my life,
There were many times I wish I could die.
I at times really feel like dying,
But I only end up crying.
I hate my life,
And every thing (almost everything) in it.
Sometimes I just want to end it.
To forget all my miseries and sorrows,
Don't even bother about seeing another tomorrow.
At times I want to cut myself,
It's hard to do but it's like that's only thing that would help.
I know I am talking out of vexation.
I don't care.
I want to hurt the people who hurt me so bad,
Make them cry and feel real sad.
I feel so fed up,
People from outside would say 'Shut Up! ! '
You don't know what you talking about.
But I am not them,
And they are not me.
So please let me be.
At times I wonder what's my purpose,
Is for me to stay on this earth,
And basically just hurt,
Wait till it gets more worse.
So many things I hate.
Living up to so many expectations,
Wondering if I'll ever meet them.
Things people say to me it come off as me being dumb.
Not like that is what I think of myself.
There are times when I genuinely smile,
A blow from reality tells me things ain't right.
Maybe just maybe things might go my way,
And I'll actually see a brighter day.
Most times I feel so alone,
Constantly reminded I've got problems in my own home.
I feel so tired I just want to rest my head,
Days like these make me feel I'm better off dead! !
poem by Anita Khelawan
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Always Tomorrow
There's always tomorrow
when you feel like giving up,
and from another day, you can borrow.
When sorrows come your way,
so confused that,
it makes you sway.
Always someone worse than you,
today may be depressing,
but tomorrow will be brand new.
Time heals all wounds,
each day will get better,
and you'll see many moons.
There's always tomorrow,
so don't give up,
and you'll another day borrow.
Not MySelf
Today is just another day full of pain and hate,
What is wrong with me why I am like this why am I so comfused,
I am not me,
This girl I see in mirror who is staring back at me and all I see is sorrow in the eyes,
Do you see what I see,
Can you feel the pain I feel,
Why do I feel like this,
Why do I feel so alone,
Why do I feel hated,
I ask all these questions to myself yet no answers,
I am not myself today,
I feel like I want to die,
I just want to crawl into a hole and die,
I feel like I want to cry myself a river and drown this world,
I just don't feel like myself,
This is not me,
I don't like this girl I become,
Not myself at all,
Please put a bullet in my head and end this misery.
poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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Hold On To Your Dream
In life we have our pains and sorrows
Face mountains we think we can't climb
Nothing can there's always tomorrow
You feel like giving up, you say you're out of luck
But then you hear a voice in your mind
Telling you to
Hold on to your dream
Cause they're always worth having
Hold on to your dream
Like a father to his son
Don't let anyone ever steal your joy from you
Hold on to your dream
till the day that life is said and done
This world is filled peaks and valleys
With rivers we think we can't cross
To busy keeping sorrows telling
You say you're at you're in
You say you never win
But then a light comes on in your mind
Till you
Hold on to your dream
Cause they're always worth having
Hold on to your dream
Like a father to his son
Don't let anyone ever steal your joy from you
Hold on to your dream
Until the day that life is said and done
If you wanna hold on to something
You better hold on to your dreams
If you want to hold on to something
You've gotta hold to your love
To your love
So if they try to burst your bubble
It's cons they haven't done em all
And when you feel you are in trouble
Hold your head up high and feel your heart inside
And know that you are never alone
Just as long as you
Hold on to your dream
Cause they're always worth having
Hold on to your dream
Like a father to his son
Don't let anyone ever steal your joy from you
Hold on to your dream
till the day that life is said and done
Hold on to your dream
Cause they're always worth having
Hold on to your dream
Like a mother to her child
Don't let anyone ever steal your dreams from you
Hold on to your dream
And do your best to always wear a smile
Hold on to your dream
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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The Pan Of Sorrows
I will give you the grain of tears,
Roast my sorrows in your pan,
O, tender of the fire.
Tender of the fire, branch of magnolia,
Roast my sorrows in your pan.
I am late already,
The shadows are fading,
The cattle have returned,
From the forest.
The birds have raised their clamor.
Roast my sorrows in your pan,
Tender of the fire.
Hurry, be quick,
I have far to go,
To the place
Where my companions have gone.
I have heard the road to that town is difficult
Roast my sorrows in your pan.
Tender of the fire.
When my turn comes,
Your bale of kindling is damp.
Why has your earthen pan
Become flaccid?
What has gone wrong with your fire?
Roast my sorrows in your pan.
Tender of the fire.
Mine is just a handful of grains,
Roast them, and let me go on my way,
Don't leave them raw,
Roast them well.
I beg you, bring an end to this wrangling,
Roast my sorrows in your pan.
Tender of the fire.
The wind has dropped,
Its mournful weeping ended.
A sweet heat
Is rising in the stars.
My breaths are like a marriage procession
Whose bridegroom is displeased.
Roast my sorrows in your pan.
O tender of the fire.
Tender of the fire, branch of magnolia,
Roast my sorrows in your pan.
poem by Shiv Kumar Batalvi
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My Tea Cup
O, thou look me as a cup of wine,
As the reflection of my soul shines,
Or a good poem with delicious lines,
What is thy like? But thou surely mine.
Thy every draught gives me pleasure,
As a drunkard finds in drinking hemlock,
And find from the world sometimes I leisure,
And feel so power to clash the rock.
O, thy tender fragrance runs inside of me,
And really gets my sorrows out,
Then I experience so much freshness and gee,
And compose what getting out sorrows shout.
As a parserby seeks relief under a shady tree,
Or a dolphin delights in only sea,
Or a lover enjoys to his beloved to see,
And I gain all happiness in only thee.
I feel proud when to thee in cup I hold,
On taking thee, beyond horizon I behold,
And thou dear to like precious gold,
After having thee, I feel more witty and bold.
poem by Mohammad Muzzammil
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The Way To God's Heart
God's heart is the seed of gloom
There he's springs and his love loom
Sorrow is the path one weary boy trods
To heaven's heart, the heart of God's
The weary boy wallows in sorrows past
Till God's heart he reaches at very last
In sorrow the weary boy does vent
To God's heart where his sins repent.
With sorrow God sews him to his breast
In his heart's palm his sorrows lay rest
To know sorrow is to understand
And live in truth of God's heartland
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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The storms of Life
Sometimes sad things happen in our life
they flare up suddenly and cause us strife.
The barriers that we put up against the flow
break down in floods of tears and sorrow.
Troubles fall like raindrops pelting down
welling into a flood in which we might drown.
We do our utmost to cope with the strain
but so many hurts cause our soul much pain.
Like in storms the raindrops seem really huge
and they gather into an irresistible deluge.
They test the fortitude of our minds defence
and when they burst through the pain's intense.
As we lay in bed in the early hours of the day
we cannot withstand them to our dismay.
They come crashing in like a forceful torrent
causing tears to flow out of us as we lament.
We cry out in anguish great sobs of sorrow
at the pain that comes as we work them through.
Our hearts despair at the turmoil that they bring
overwhelmed, we feel unable to do anything.
We become less resistant as the years go by
unable to withstand them and we wonder why
our human frailty is being tested to this extent
straining under the weight of our predicament.
We feel the deep hurt and the pain they bring
and would rather live in a world of no suffering.
They add to the burden of each passing day
and we would that they were banished away.
Sorrows well up from deep within our soul
as the anguish and suffering takes it toll.
It reminds us of the great 'Man of Sorrows'
who feels all our heartache, pains and woes.
'Come to me Oh weary one' Jesus said
'lay down your burdens at my feet instead.
For my yoke is easy and my burden is light
you'll find rest for you soul, it will be alright.'
We rise up from our bed of pain and gloom
and find our way to that blessed upper room.
There we sit at the feet of the Lord and cry out
wondering what these sufferings are all about.
We lay our burdens down at His feet there
knowing He understands, we rest in His care.
Then we pour out our soul and to Him reveal
the deep sorrow and the sadness that we feel.
The storm subsides and the sorrows cease
as He brings to our soul that heavenly peace
and the healing balm that only He can bring
permeates into the depths of our inner being.
We feel Him lifting us out of our despair
as we rest in the sanctity of His presence there.
We look up and gaze into His wonderful face
and feel deep healing of our soul taking place.
His arms enfold us in His love and we can sense
the preciousness of His wonderful presence.
We rest awhile held in His loving embrace
as peace returns and deep healing takes place.
The sorrows of the world will always be here
they dog our steps and will not just disappear.
But with the Lord these troubles do not defeat
because we can lay them there at His blessed feet.
But this earthly life we live will not always be
and a time will come when our soul is set free.
And in that heavenly kingdom where Christ reigns
God Himself will remove our tears and pains.
No death, no sorrow and no pain shall endure
and these earthly sorrows will plaque us no more.
They will be replaced by heavenly joy and love
as we stand in the presence of our Lord above.
Music For Your Soul
Music; Her caress.
Makes me feel comforted.
Music; Her love.
Makes me feel wanted.
Music; Her kiss.
Makes me feel stronger.
Music; Her drug.
Makes me feel further from life.
Music; Her own brand of alcohol.
Makes me feel drowned in comfort.
Music; Her gun.
Makes me feel my thoughts blasted out of my head.
Music; Her pain.
Makes me feel what others feel.
Music; Her ice cold.
Makes me feel as lonely as space.
Music; Her heat.
Makes me feel impassioned.
Music; Our connection.
Makes us feel as one.
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poem by Osayamen Evbuomwan
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Our Common Fate
i shall pretend that no one is deceived
myself included,
for what is my reason for being here?
you know it
it is not you, but the rest of those who cannot speak
about their sorrows
you deceive us, we shall not measure time for how long
we shall not whisper about the harshness of your winters
we have our own droughts to paint
and we are painting it so well so the world can see and perhaps
soon
shall reflect upon it that...
we who are innocent about our comings and goings
we who are blinded by the moments
do not deserve all these
i do not listen to your laughter
my ears are never made for you
i shall not feel you
my hands are made for more than what
your kind of materialistic stuff
can hold or contain
you shall continue deceiving us until you shall learn from us
and when you stop
we shall shall move on with our journey
until you join us
sailing in the rivers of our own sorrows
for we are made of grief, for we are all but sorrows ourselves
soon,
perhaps, we shall be one in all these
always deceived always persistent always patient
always longing
for that moment
always a common fate.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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