A white depression
on the green grass in the corner of relaxation
heaps of peaceful patience
life is pointless, a hole to nowhere
all constructions must be reconstructed again and again, a
tiredness in a tiredness
just a breath-flower for a moment but it can fly, not contagious.
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The Tiredness Of Old Age Is A Terrible Tiredness
THE TIREDNESS OF OLD AGE IS A TERRIBLE TIREDNESS
The tiredness of old age is a terrible tiredness-
It is a tiredness which knows it will die if it cannot sleep.
It is just so so weary and weak
‘Willpower' says nothing to it.
The tiredness of old age is a terrible tiredness
Which does not have the strength
Not to give in to itself-
It is a tiredness of no resistance
And incredible impatience
To just lie down forever-
It will give anything to be out of feeling itself
It will give its life gladly just to stop feeling the way it does.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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I Am Surrounded By My Own Tiredness
I AM SURROUNDED BY MY OWN TIREDNESS
I am surrounded by my own tiredness
Sickness makes me too slow to escape-
I try to write
But my mind too cannot defy its own prison –
I have written many poems
And I have gotten away from pain before
But I am not young anymore
And the fear of death plays too upon the darkness of my soul –
I know I will get out this time-
The sun is almost here -
I am a master of evading my own sadder moods
But inside and far away
I do not know –
At the end of the day
There is a sleep which may give no rest,
And an end to tiredness
that need not mean
An easier breath.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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There Is A Poem Of The Evening
THERE IS A POEM OF THE EVENING
There is a poem of the evening
never written before.
The tiredness of time
And the tiredness of mind
take flight.
when in the cool corner
of the silent light
Lines are put down
Slowly
One by one,
As if in forgiveness
For all the sins of omission
Of a life
that never came to be
what it dreamed
In the evening here
After the long day
And who knows how much time he has left
as these lines are written.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Getting More Laughter And Happiness
Morning sun makes me
Happy and cheerful
My hopes are on the peak
For a day
Full of happiness and laughter
The afternoon sun
Gives too much heat
Unable to look at it
Reminds me of hard work
I am doing
The resultant sweat
Takes some of my laughter
The evening sun
Looks very tired
Giving less shine and heat
Looks as drained as I am
Without any laughter
Only tiredness
As night sets in
I sit in the open
Underneath
The cold moon light
Ask myself
What I achieved?
After a tiring day
I feel
Satisfied and contended
For trying to do my best
With patience and dedication
Tiredness goes
Smile comes to my face
I feel happy
Go inside the room
Sleep peacefully
In the hope of
Getting more
Laughter and happiness
The next day
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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No Where
Here now
we continue pointless conversation
Its 3 oclock in the morning
we are going no where so we are yawning
drinking for the sake of drinking
pointless conversation but we are talking
so we continue
we continue to pour whiskey into my glass?
And I can't help but look at the clock because I like watching time pass
because I don't care
I like where its going
even though I know its not going anywhere
because we have no where to go
we don't need to go quick we don't need to go slow
darling we have no where to go
taughnted by tiredness, still neither eyes do close
as we speak we refuse to listen to the truth in which we see.
poem by Daniel McCann
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2.03 Childhood - Youth - Old Age
The three around the fire sitting,
Gossiping of Life and its doings,
Reached a point thought provoking,
Of their journey and life prevailing. [1]
CHILDHOOD:
“Please do not leave me at this time,
Youth, do take me in your prime,
For I an entertainment will but be,
With playful antics in life’s journey.” [2]
YOUTH:
“No! You can not accompany me,
As struggles exist in my journey,
Your playfulantics will but not be,
In my stride of any necessity.” [3]
When on Youth tiredness grows,
Childhood memories do then glow,
But Old Age with its aged face,
Now stares at Youth in this race. [4]
OLDAGE
“Of no use it be to remember him,
You move ahead now in this game,
Childhood once gone never returns,
Forget Childhood - Love me in turn. [5]
Struggling ahead as you had moved,
Your tiredness now I shall remove,
Come on my lap relaxingly do lie,
And sleep with my pleasant lullabies.” [6]
Thinking of Childhood - its payful taps,
The Youth now lies in Oldage’s lap,
Who caressing with weak trembling hands,
Sings cradle songs of eternal sleep grand. [7]
poem by Munnan Misra
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I'm Tired Of It All
I am tired of it all
I am tired of today
I am tired of the summer heat-
I am tired of all the years of trying to be something
And still being nothing and no one
I am tired of myself and my ambition
I am tired of reading the great poems of others
I am tired of Poetry
I am tired of being old
I am tired of no longer having the means to help those I care for-
I am tired of having written for so many years
And having so little to show for it-
I am tired of being an old man getting older -
I am tired of being afraid of what is going to happen to me
And those close to me
I am tired of having so many sick friends-
I am tired of having more and more people I have known who are dead
I am tired of a world in which violence and stupidity play such a great part
I am tired of all the problems that should have been solved years ago
And yet persist-
I am tired of cruelty
I am tired of rudeness and petty selfishness
I am tired of seeing the evil get away with it
I am tired truly tired
Tired of being tired also
Tired of myself and my complaints-
And my failure all these years
To make things right-
And yet and yet with all the tiredness
I know there is so much else even in myself-
I still want to live and dream and hope and help those I love
I still want to write still a few lines of poetry
that will be read by others
And help them
Dream to begin again
I still want to give to those I love
The little I still have to give
I still want to live
For life itself is life itself is still good
Despite the tiredness.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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School Life
School life
Boring, homework
Working, testing, learning
Boredom, tiredness, work, English,
Busy
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The tiredness of the body is the health of the soul.
Unborn Love
Unborn love develops inside,
A mind that cannot see,
The redness of cocoon comfort,
Warmth that sets us free.
Love lies sleeping without me,
The fear that lies within,
Longing to concede but tension,
As tiredness tries to win.
So I sit and stare at my love,
Take comfort in isolation,
Waiting for release of sleep,
To remove all that I run from.
Although we are together,
Not meant to be apart,
Just seems strange that both of us,
Is waiting for life to start.
poem by Phillip Alan Green
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At Twilight The Sadness Comes
AT TWILIGHT THE SADNESS COMES
At Twilight the Sadness comes
Less Light
The fading of the world
Trees too less Green
And where to go?
Where to go?
Later it will change.
Perhaps.
The bright light of street lamps
Against the Blackness.
But now for these moments
Everything feels
As if it has lost all its meaning
And is about to Die.
I too in my Tiredness
am like the Twilight now
Soon I will be 66 years of Age.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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War And Peace.
What is peace if there is
No war, something to fight
Wordy or towards murder,
We cannot but exist
Without war, tired we find
The peace, sometines
A momemnt. sometimes
A long time, till our tiredness
Wears off, then again
It is fight all right,
Like life is made to fight
To finish till the last breath,
While we fight away
To gain some goods, fame,
Our life is never complete
Without great many
Number of wars, battles
Or at least a wordy duel daily.......
Ravikiran Arakkal
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Perpetual Thoughts
Perpetual public crowds swarm the sincere areas,
Slippery slopes are for them, a royal hound deplores;
A profuse gathering eliminates me and the rest,
Robust royal battalions begin to shrill and be silent.
Round and shaped like circles, the array joins the people,
In a moment of a revolution, in the moment of thoughtlessness.
The tight-fisted wander and make me a shut-mouthed man,
Threatening me is the tiredness of individuals.
A ruthless scheme is about, tiring us more,
Shocking and secretive are the results.
poem by Naveed Akram
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The Melancholy Blues
Depression controls every single one of us
For some people, depression barely exists
But for the rest of us, we are doomed to live depressed
Depression makes you unhappy
Makes you think trying suicide
Makes you think about the wonders about death
Depression causes us to hurt the ones we love day by day
We want to get help but never seem to be able to
A shred of hope left in us in those we love
Hoping they will save us from this black-hole
That we keep falling into
Depression controls us, our feelings and our mind…
And we battle it every day with tiredness.
poem by Casey Lyon
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It's Your Soul
I'm feeling the stress
I'm feeling the pressure
It's setting in
It's breaking me down
I don't know how much longer I can take it
I don't know how much more I can take
I'm seeing the end of myself
I'm seeing that this is all I got
Man I'm depressed
Man I cant do this
I'd never say it out loud, but this is too much
My friend are great they help me forget
I turn to my sins, to my addictions
It's turning me into an empty person
This pressure will break me
I won't say it out loud but I can't take it anymore
I won't say it out loud but this is true horror
I dress it up, I put on a smile, I deaden the pain for awhile
But it's all an act
The pain is quite real
I say I'm tired
And yeah I got no rest
I say I'm sleep deprived, and believe me I don't sleep
But even in my quiet hours...
There is no peace
I say I'm sleep deprived, but it doesn't matter how much I sleep
I'm still tired
It's a never ending tiredness
The feeling is wearing me out
Wearing me out
Until I'm just
Weary
There is no sleep in sleeping
There is no rest and resting
I can't find peace in inner peace
I can't find peace in outer peace
A vacation won't do
So I tell you
It's your soul
The tiredness
It's your soul
The weariness
It's your soul
The depression and longing for more
It's your soul
The brokenness and stress
It's your soul
Feeling like you can't do it
It's your soul
Feeling overwhelmed because it's all too much to handle
It's your soul
The reason you're restless even in times of rest is because
It's your soul
The tiredness and brokenness is in your soul
So let go for once
So let God for once
This problem is deep inside
And no matter how hard you try to hide
You need help
Because it's your soul
So let Jesus restore your soul, because that's rest
So let God give you peace, because He's the only one who can
So let the Holy Spirit comfort you, because He'll mend your soul
It's funny that we always look forward to this vacation or the next
It's funny that we think there's an end to the stress
It's funny that we think we're tired because we don't sleep
It's funny we don't realize we're lost sheep
Because the problem is our soul
Go to Jesus because He promises
'Come to me all who are weary and heavy laden with burden and I will give you rest...'
poem by David Knox
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Moodswings
With the Gorgon's head
Flush to my cheek,
Her ungodly breath
In my nose,
Whispering to me:
'Take the extreme I give you
And plunge it into your fellow man;
For they deserve no less.'
Like an arrow I shot out eyes with my eyes,
A spear, I controlled little lives.
Having changed now,
From a simpering fool
To the devil's tool,
My core is apple-rotten,
Misbegotten,
And all I require is forgiveness
For my tiredness,
Which is the Gorgon of moods.
poem by Stan Petrovich
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Take My Breath Away
Lively as a grass,
I am lonely as a pet;
Oh green berry love,
Come and take my breath away.
It is a delight to have you around me,
Take my breath away to the stars!
Come and take my breath away.
Your love has inspired the masters in this field,
Honoured among the best are your sweet berry;
Come and take my breath away.
You are the Princess of the apple tower,
You have the sweet lines of pinnacles;
It all comes from the brightness of your love.
Green as a grass,
The shopping love of your taste;
So, i will alwaays come to you.
My grteen berry,
Come and take my breath away;
I will fly to you where posssible,
I will come to you when necessary,
Come and take me to the Island of love.
Take my breath away oh Princess of the tower,
It is a delight to have you around me;
So, come and take my breath away.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Tired
With my
Tired eyes
I look at them
Bubbling with
Energy
I was like them
Once upon a time
Racing far ahead of time
Till tiredness
Overtook me
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Couple Testing Time
they can learn together
should bring them closer
she looked unsure
seemed to have eaten
a lot in comfort food
nervousness judging
from her posture
a lot of worry evident
underlying tiredness
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Why Do I Walk With Such Sadness?
Why do I walk with such sadness?
Why am I so tired and old?
Why does the non- beauty of many in the downtown crowd disturb me?
Am I so beautiful?
Why the sadness?
Why the tiredness?
Why so easily disturbed?
Old old old
Is not a picnic.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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