Speechless Sorrow
I have read in the 'Legends of Monastic Orders, '
The great saints found ecstasy in the pain endured
For the love of their spiritual convictions.
I found no ecstasy in my pain.
I found only irredeemable gloom hanging
Over the entire air terminal.
I observed an emotional hurt so deep it spilled over,
Flooding the hearts of all who witnessed
Its dibilitatiing affect.
Our son, the father of our grandchildren, wept
With a faint, melancholy, rueful, passionate weeping
So painful to see, it was like the stabbing
Of an already lacerated heart.
Hugging his children he, with heart full
Of speechless sorrow, released his girls
To the stewardess, and with a sort of mental depletion,
Wiped his tears and sighed in liqued grief.
The children's sobs were so deep their souls seemed to break
Loose from their bodies and leak with overflowing
Through their eyes.
Quaking with repressed anguish, for our son and grandchildren,
Their grandmother and I stood in silence
As if in deep bereavement.
Upon the departure of the girls, we all stood
Together in a small group, looking out the window,
Like Christians, huddled on the Coliseum floor.
We watched as the plane disappeared from our view,
Feeling we had been eviscerated by the hungry-maddened lions
Of divorce.
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poem by Lynn W. Petty
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A Peom For K. (The Banker With All The Conflicting Interests)
i shall now write
a poem for my happiest day,
it is all about an old, scheming and fraudulent
woman
stacking all her money and the money of the other
people
inside her room
inside her house and inside
her bigger storehouses
she says
these are all for her children
and grandchildren and the children
of all her grandchildren and
all the coming children of more
grandchildren & great great grandchildren
what is mad about this is
that she is taking the money due
to other people who are hungry and innocent
and gullible
but she is a very
wise woman and she gets what she wants
she gets what she all wants
practically everything that her hands can
hold her eyes can see
perhaps
forgetting that soon she will be
made to pay for the price of her greed
and avarice and dirty schemes and
foul techniques and it will be for all
her children and grandchildren and the children
of all her grandchildren and
all the coming children of more
grandchildren all the coming children of more
great grandchildren &
great great grandchildren
...and then justice shall reign
but when it comes
i shall not see this event anymore
but i will be happy
>>>ii
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Afraid to love
When love was sweet and life was good,
I thought I could never love anyone as deep,
Optimism found me in another mood,
And made promise to live and die to keep.
But after I found out the painful truth,
My heart rearranges and preserves the pain,
Hold each moment within a single thought,
I became afraid to love again.
And all the promises kind winds blow,
Opportunity into lovely notes of pleasant tune,
Through the door and at my window,
I am still afraid to love again.
When I fall asleep capsize into twisted realism,
In tears I tell myself the only secret I fear,
If chance comes by I may never love again,
Although I long to share the joy with another.
Who may be standing somewhere in the shadow,
And stare at me, but I am bound to be there,
I've turn away, yet if love could make the fear go,
And become the vestige of care.
What love so great can set my spirit free?
By night and day freedom gain from fear,
Left deep compositions haunting me,
In moods and wounds which go deep and near.
poem by Gerry Legister
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She Gave Birth in a Fox-Hole
Victoria Elizabeth Borg
Born June 22,1920 in Agana, Guam
Died Pearl Harbor Day 2009
Victoria sang many lullabies
to her
5 children
5 step-children
26 grandchildren
36 great grandchildren
2 great-great grandchildren
and a host of heavenly nieces and nephews.
She was married to Tomas T. Calvaron and his 5 children
on the island of Guam in 1943.
After giving birth to her daughter Rosalita
in a fox-hole during World War II
she made it through
to have 4 more children.
In 1950
she was widowed and remarried to her
brother-in-law.
She passed on to be with the Lord
surrounded by her children and granchildren.
We
her many friends and family members
will keep her memory in our minds
and her love in our hearts
until we meet again.
poem by Bob Genevro
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A love I found in you
There’s love, I have found beyond the horizon
Just like a bright light that glimmer in the shadow
That made me dance at the glow
Sometimes like a rose that blooms my day
Sometimes like a thorn that broke my sympathy
There’s love, I have found beneath the silence
That echoed deep within my spirits
A bridal hymn that I was mesmerizing
Like voices of sweet angels echoed in the air
Like a love, song sounded so blue
There’s love, I have found in you,
But I know, I am shy to let you know
Perhaps, a magical feeling that I hide
As it may be, the love that I am afraid to fade
And I am falling in love with you like this
There’s love, I have found in you
Just like a rainbow in the sky
There’s color everywhere when I think of you
Just thoughts of you keep taunting me
A feeling that I never thought would grow
There’s love, I have found in you
Like a rain pour in my soul
It washes away all the pain and sorrow
Like a sun who brightens my day
That made me blush when I think of you
poem by Cheryl Aldea
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Love-Tokens
Afflictions do not come alone,
A voice attends the rod;
By both he to his saints is known,
A Father and a God!
Let not my children slight the stroke
I for chastisement send;
Nor faint beneath my kind rebuke,
For still I am their friend.
The wicked I perhaps may leave
Awhile, and not reprove;
But all the children I receive
I scourge, because I love.
If therefore you were left without
This needful discipline;
You might, with cause, admit a doubt,
If you, indeed, were mine.
Shall earthly parents then expect
Their children to submit?
And wilt not you, when I correct,
Be humbled at my feet?
To please themselves they oft chastise,
And put their sons to pain;
But you are precious in my eyes,
And shall not smart in vain.
I see your hearts, at present, filled
With grief, and deep distress;
But soon these bitter seeds shall yield
The fruits of righteousness.
Break through the clouds, dear Lord, and shine!
Let us perceive thee nigh!
And to each mourning child of thine
These gracious words apply.
poem by John Newton
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Shield
they call him god
they call him father
they call to him so high above
but god has gone
the pain was just to strong
to see his children forsake him
as they fought war after war
using his name as a shield
these children he did create
full of love and hope
a father wished to know
but laughter turned to screams
his image he made them in
his love he gave them
the children he created
those he called to he
he had a choice
end it all
or walk away
cause the pain was to much
to see his children hurt
as they killed and as they
tore through the lands
of brothers and sisters
with such savagery
so god has gone
his heart does break
at leaving behind these
children of his still at war
using his name as shield
poem by Graham Russell
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Our Grandchildren
my grandchildren are children of my children,
sounds quite Biblical,
grandchildren are my children once emoved,
neither born nor reared under our roof
the status clear but the state of mind,
unwilling to grow apart is painful and smarting,
each time we see them, a growing warmth,
shining reflections, thrills of yesteryear
crowding the senses, choked with emotion,
we are drowned with sympathies of surrender
symphonies of hugs and embracing,
to kiss and to hold these children of our children
this affinity is like no other, special and particular
reserved only for them, a set, set aside, as we
incessantly seek to find resemblances and like,
about these children of our loins and womb,
remind us of when you were growing up,
their laughter and cheer fills our universe
their pain and fear clouds our horizons,
juat ask and we would give them the skies and galaxies
poem by Shimon Weinroth
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There is More to Life than Love
Starved and famished,
I looked up to him
morsels of consolation
he offered me…
to the inconsolable me?
like breadcrumbs
to a beggar…
The pain goes away
comes back again,
like the everyday sun
shining and setting…
holding my tears
I try to smile
as much as I can…
to make ‘everyone’
happy…
words freezing out
can’t write as before
inexpressive to him,
inadequately so…
Sometimes, I do write
making him feel ‘good’
lest he feels he’s hurt me…
his silence did it all…
he never knew
I would be hurt that bad…
he couldn’t care less,
he didn’t love me; I did…
He was used to the girls
who never said a word
and accepted him,
for he ‘listened’ to them,
so he says…
yet never responded,
like he did to me…
asking me to accept him,
the way he was
It was difficult…
Plausible: I thought
and so I tried,
for the sake of love…
trying to be
like his ‘other girls’…
Failed miserably
ended up hurt,
my heart so bruised,
it never stops bleeding…
a gaping abyss
wrenching me out…
seeking ‘closed doors’
I vent my anguish…
ceaseless tears that just wouldn’t stop
the gash so deep…
will it ever fill up?
There is more to life than love
Get over it and Get over him
I helplessly wonder:
But How…?
The questioning continues…
So does the suffering…
I seek respite,
yet the pain clings back…
The days, the months, the years
of incessant longing
and deathly silence
have taken their toll…
a past with no future?
Forgiving is easy…
Forgetting? Never, ever…
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Where Do Broken Hearts Go?
Standing, here in silence
watching the fallen rains.
Like tears pour down a million times
That I gathered into my palms.
These are the particles of pain
That I felt deep inside.
And I tried to blow it away
towards the crying sky.
And let them join in the wind
Let the pain fly high as mountain
To ease all my pain.
I try to smile so the hurt won’t show
Laughing along with the ringing yellow bell
To dissipate the sorrow in my heart
My heart is drowning
Because of so much loving you
I stay so much close to you
To embrace your heart with my love
But somehow,
as the moment, I held you
I felt pain and its tearing me apart.
Where do broken hearts go?
Can it find a way back home?
Is somebody will loves too
To heal a broken heart.
poem by Cheryl Aldea
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Too Bad
This is america the land of dreams
Youre lifting me up again
I feel dangerous scared
My children dont like thunder
My children dont like rain
My children dont like fighting
My children play the game
My children dont like violence
My children dont like change
My children dont like silence
My children dont like pain
Hearts are lost and found
(take me to america)
Hearts are lost and found
Ill be you wont stay
Too bad
Theyve given you a heart, too bad
Theyve given you a start, too bad
Theyve given you a heart, too bad
I cannot function, too bad
My children dont like movies
My children dont have dreams
My children dont think money
My children never scheme
(the land of dreams
Ive given you everything
That you could ask for)
My children dont like thunder
Dont like rain
Change change change
My children dont like thunder
Rain rain rain
song performed by by Culture Club
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What Makes The World Go round
Once I was a fool dreamin my life away, and then yesterday I found you
Lookin for me, draggin your heart around at the lost and found
I love you, youre the only one who could make me feel love was smart
I feel you deep inside of me, beatin up against my heart
And I found out, I found out, what makes the world go round
Oh I found out, really found out, what makes the world go round
You came up to me, turnin my head around, I was hangin on
Until you looked up at me, thrashin your bedroom eyes, I was paralyzed
I love you, youre the only one who could make me feel love was smart
I feel you deep inside of me, beatin up against my heart
Chorus:
And I found out, oh I found out, what makes the world go round
I found out, really found out, what makes the world go round and round
And I found out, really found out, what makes the world go round
I found out, really found out, what makes the world go round
Whenever I touch you, you know that I want you
I love you forever, whenever youre ready
Chorus repeats out...
song performed by by Kiss
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Chained Heart
Unchain this wounded heart: let the healing conquer the patches
Unchain this wounded soul: let love flow through it's crystal clear veins
Unchain me: Unchain my heart
Through your love: I found myself
Through your sorrow: I got hurt
Through your pain: I found never drying tears
Unchain me: Unchain my heart
I held on too long
I held on something strong
I held on something sincere
I held on something special
Unchain me: Unchain my heart
Am in a prison: A prison of love
Finding the key for unknown locks is complicated
Setting me free is the last option in his mind
For the pain: I went through
For the love your found hard to return
For the times you took me for granted
Unchain me: Unchain my heart;
Unchain me: Unchain my heart
A heart that loves you:
A heart that waited for you
A heart that is bleeding
A heart that is almost loosing its beat
Unchain me: Unchain this wounded heart of mine
poem by Sylviah Salima
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Lost To Your Love
When we first met, I was lost
Lost in the deep moonlight ocean
That I found in his eyes
When we first met, I was lost
Lost in the pale pink rose
That I found resting upon his cheek
When we first met, I was lost
Lost in the light brown bark of a tree
That I found on his skin
When we first met, I was lost
Lost in the pearls
That I found just underneath those perfect lips
When he left, I was lost
Lost in a whole new way
No more deep blue eyes
No more pink roses
No more perfect pearls
And when he left, I was lost
Lost in the sorrow
That I found in my heart
poem by Chidiebere Franklin
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An ode to your smile
An ode to your smile
~
My heart was sworn to you
When I first saw you smile
You are the most beautiful girl
I wish my words could reach you
That I could say all I wish to speak
Having found silence to be a wall
I have hid behind my whispers
Those disguised words I’ve penned
Hoping you would hear my heart
I find your beauty inspiring
It flows more than skin deep
You are in my soul and my mind
I look at you as I would the world
You are the verse to every poem
The melody to every song
And in your smile, I found love
A heartbreaking beauty when missed
A wonder when witnessed
And every time I see you smile
I fall in love that little bit more
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Ocean Deep
Ocean deep
Love cant you see Im alone
Cant you give this fool a chance
A little love is all I ask - a little kindness
In the night
Please dont leave me behind
No - dont tell me love is blind
A little love is all I ask and that is all
Oh love Ive been searching so long
Ive been searching highnlow
A little love is all I ask - a little sadness
When youre gone
Maybe you need a friend
Only please dont lets pretend
A little love is all I ask and that is all
I wanna spread my wings - but I just cant fly
As a string of pearls and pretty girls go sailing by
Ocean deep - Im so afraid to show my feelings
I have sailed a million ceilings - in my -
Solitary room
Ocean deep - will I ever find a lover
Maybe she has found another
And as I cry myself to sleep
I know this love of mine Ill keep - ocean deep
Love cant you hear when I call
Cant you hear a word I say
A little love is all I ask
A little feeling when we touch
Why am I still alone?
Ive got a heart without a home
A little love is all I ask - and that is all
I wanna spread my wings - but I just cant fly
As a string of pearls and pretty girls go sailing by
Ocean deep - Im so afraid to show my feelings
I have sailed a million ceilings - in my -
Solitary room
Ocean deep - will I ever find a lover
Maybe she has found another
And as I cry myself to sleep
I know this love of mine Ill keep - ocean deep
Im so lonely lonely lonely...
Maybe..
song performed by by Cliff Richard
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Truth
I found our love shaped like a rose
on a lonely empty street,
It seems so strange, so sad, to find it
lying at my feet.
With quilty heart and teary eyes
I picked it from the dirt.
I wiped away the tears, the pain.
I wiped away the hurt.
I took it home and nurtured it,
spending hour after hour.
To make our red rose bloom again.
To save our love...the flower.
I cared for it and wept for it,
until one early morn.
the rose looked new, I grabbed in haste
and was needled by its thorn.
I found that lonely street again,
and like I knew I should,
I left the rose
I left the street
...and left our love for good.
-Perry Biggerstaff
poem by Perry Biggerstaff
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To Girls Whom Cut Thy Wrists
Penetrating deep, thy poem cuts my heart
Bidding adieu, my love is cut apart
Teeming down thy lines, my love is found anew
For every cut thou make, is a line inherently true.
With each swift cut, a pain of heart thou make
In each move, my loving heart thou take
Sweet girls who slice thine own wrist
All that blood my heart shall dearly miss
To each permanent scar, with this poem's potency
My love's lips sweetly kiss
To cleanse thou painful mar and
bring back thine soul amiss!
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Tears are Two Small
Tears are too small a sign of grief,
My love, oh my sweet love!
A child will cry himself to sleep
As though his golden heart would break,
And yet will laugh himself awake
To see the morning cony leap.
Grief is too great to break a heart,
My sweet, though pain is there;
Too great for anything but death,
Blank madness underneath great seas,
Christ screaming from a million trees,
You, stark beneath a burial-cloth.
poem by Henry Treece
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In the Eyes of a Broken Heart
August 9,2009
In the Eyes of a Broken Heart
Composed by Olive
I can feel the deep pain
Pain from loving someone
I can see the hurt of broken pieces
Bleeding and weak
In the eyes of a broken heart
You can see nothing but sorrow
Tears of loneliness
Cry for emptiness
Walking in the shadows of darkness
Feeling the cold breeze
In the eyes of broken heart
There is only one thing left
A broken world
poem by Olive Silverstone
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Heart Ache
The days grow older,
The nights get me weaker.
I still cannot forget the life we shared.....
Am tired of tears,
With more pain to gain.
I bleed consistency on the inside,
With a joy full smile on the outside...
With such emotional feeling
With a physical feeling I can't explain...
Have my heart torn
And am drowning in pain, with no sense being found...
Mind, body and soul can't handle this pain,
Cause it is not my destiny.
Tryin to clue my heart together
it not that easy,
But nothing in life comes freely.
Hey such is life.
poem by Donavan Avril
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