The Agony Of The Long Waiting
i understand fully well
what is this agony of waiting
i'd been there
six months, and some false alarms
there were rumors
and bad news
i waited for the good news
it did not come
what arrived was something unbearable
father hid the knife
and mother asked me to listen to her
i know the agony of waiting
i know the pain of arrivals (and departures too)
i was once there
and no amount of comfort was enough
neither balm nor herb
neither drug nor injection
no amount of psychiatric treatment did cure
yet i survive
i am still here with you
silent and strong
it is our agony
and we understand.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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What Is It That You Understand And How?
The only time you will come to know,
The agony of my pain...
Is when you find yourself alone,
And there is no one who will come...
To soothe with comfort.
Or struggle in the sharing with you to feel it.
I'll say that again!
The only time you will come to know,
The agony of my pain...
Is when you find yourself alone,
And there is no one who will come...
To soothe with comfort.
Or struggle in the sharing with you to feel it.
I'll repeat this if I have to...
But,
I doubt very seriously...
If you have a clue as to how I feel.
That's why I am quite surprise to hear you say,
You understand.
What is it that you understand?
And how?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Good News
Something to begin with
That's easy said than done
You'll see me rolling home
But I don't understand why
Still there's nothing at all
Time is on my side
But we mustn't let our disappointment show
But I will, and you will go on
All I need is some good news (some good news)
All I need is some good news (just some good news)
To put me on my feet (to put me on my feet)
To put me at my ease (at my ease)
All I need is some good news (all I need is some good news)
All I need is some good news (some good news)
To put me at my ease (to put me at my ease)
All I need is some good news
All I need is some good news (just gimme me some good news)
All I need is some good news (some good news)
To put me at my ease (to put me at my ease)
To put me on my feet (on my feet, on my feet)
All I need is some good news (all I need is some good news)
All I need is some good news (all I need is some good news)
All I need is some good news
All I need is some good news (all I need is good news)
To put me on my ease (to put me at my ease)
To put me on my feet (on my feet, on my feet)
All I need is some good news (good news)
All I need is some good news (some good news)
All I need is some good news (good news)
All I need is some good news
[Repeat to fade
song performed by by 10 Cc
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The Truth About The Good News
I AM thinking
i agree with what the wind is telling
that from afar
some good news are waiting
and i bloat myself with hope
feeling like cotton
soft and useful
the wind left
and i waited for days for the coming of good news
like a cure for instance
for loneliness
or a miracle for the healing of a friend
who is dying
beside me
hands clasped towards heaven
for the skies to listen
I am thinking that the wind may have simply pitied our situation
and lied
and will not come back and stop
for we will always
remind about him about the good news
I am thinking
there are times when out of pity the ones that come here
say words
that they do not mean
and then
i sit again holding the hands of the dying friend
giving him
the good news from the warmth of my hand
it does not speak of healing
i does not want to remember anything
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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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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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
05-02-2012
109-20-02-12
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Reflection of Pain...
The pain that has been bared
Was hoping for once to be shared
But it stood all alone in the dark
Waiting for a bright, new start
The pain that still stood there
Yet, no one was aware
The pain that calls for someone to see
The pain that will always be
Waiting for a miracle to happen soon in time
Waiting for success to start the climb
No one hears the cries shrieking from a distance away
When will it be the day
Where relief is absorbed by the heart
Never will pain break it apart
The pain that still calls for someone to reply
The pain that is waiting to die
This world of agony that’ll never end
The suffering and pain that seems to extend
Pain leaving no clue
Where the reflection of pain will be the only view…
poem by Marria Attar
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Things Do
The pain is just unbearable
Nothing anyone can do
Hurt is so unbearable
Life is torturing
Only love I wish for
Sadly, never ever I get it
This feeling never gets over
Unending is the agony
Nothing else I want, other than this feeling to end
Suffering to heal
Love to spread
Will that ever be?
My heart wonders
This distress I want to be over with
Little love, I want to spread in my life
No matter how much anyone makes me suffer
Still, I will do anything to survive
Unbearable, things do become.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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Hardship
Excruciating and harrowing throb alarmed me,
Exercising my mind with pain and agony;
The opening of gates should ensue,
To the world of pleasure, the life of fun.
I spoke of boredom as the past,
I spoke of happiness as a child,
But when I met my wife in this puzzle called life
The reality was bigger of pleasure,
Pleasant news arrived of a son, of a daughter,
Even more of them.
The son asked all the day why my puzzle was solved,
When the pain had returned from my life.
They could only help and pray,
I prayed on and on, and so I succeeded.
Prayer is the peace of this life-
My puzzle is solved.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Fear of death
How often good advices come to our rescue?
Whether it is from friends, elders and very much due
How long we got to see towards someone?
When it is purely said *“Karma” is to be carried only by one
We got to submit to super divine power
This might have come to some persons or fewer
It is preached in earnest and followed
All pain, agony, troubles by us simply swallowed
We are human beings and remain unsatisfied
Any amount of peace and wealth is not justified
Day by day lust for more is ignited
Sadness in pain but in happiness delighted
If some one really gets good and timely advice
He will have enough time to repent with choice
This may lead him to correct the way of life
Reconcile him to fall back and avoid the use of knife
It is rightly said “no one is happy in this selfish world’
Everybody wants to have easy access and safe fold
Millions of thought cross in mind to cause uproar
We simply go in flames and roll on the floor
Let us build strong consciousness within
It create awareness and helplessness is not seen
No one can change if what is bound to be
We are all passengers and must look around or see
The world is full of miseries and untold sufferings
Different school of thoughts with latest offerings
It is up to an individual how best he picks up for the right
Many may take it with rigid stand and jump over to fight
The life has to end with acceptance or rejection
It may all depend on our simplified action
If we are in command and totally aligned
The peace may reside in fully reigned
The final good bye may not be that much painful
As you have lived up to satisfaction and successful
Many more may be waiting to enter this earth
No one has express desire for not coming on the fear of death
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The workers of the nation were tired of waiting for corporate industry to right their economic wrongs, to alleviate their social agony and to grant them their political rights. Despairing of fair treatment, they resolved to do something for themselves.
quote by John L. Lewis
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An Old Soul
I’m not like other children my age.
The children my age are precarious fools,
Whose actions are unjustified.
I don’t understand why they do as they do,
But oh, children will be children, will they not?
I’ve now gained the nickname of ‘mother’
Because I see them hurt each other for no reason,
And I’ll always step in to tell them to stop.
I hear them spread rumours,
And I don’t believe a word they say.
I’m implicated about their futures,
As if they care about their futures.
All of the foolish teens are in agony,
So despite their absurdity I try to help.
They only stab me in the back in the end.
I don’t understand the children my age,
They are cruel, unsophisticated and hostile.
They hold such pain, yet they cause that pain in others. Why?
I hold pain and it only makes me want to erase any pain in others.
Why would having pain make you want to upset others?
I’m only fourteen yet somehow I’m older than those who are sixteen,
They’re little children who know so little about the world, compared to me.
I don’t understand them enough to befriend them, so I’m lonely
And the adults don’t enjoy being friends with a child like me.
Looks are deceiving; I feel like a cognizant ancient.
I try my best but I’ll never understand any of them,
It won’t happen; I’m not as old as I feel, I am stuck being an old soul.
poem by Lenore Lee
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Patience
A wind comes from the north
Blowing little flocks of birds
Like spray across the town,
And a train, roaring forth,
Rushes stampeding down
With cries and flying curds
Of steam, out of the darkening north.
Whither I turn and set
Like a needle steadfastly,
Waiting ever to get
The news that she is free;
But ever fixed, as yet,
To the lode of her agony.
poem by David Herbert Lawrence
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Can You Smell The Rain…This Is A True Story
A child was premature
Only after 24 weeks her mother gave birth
She was only 12 inches long
When she came into this world
Her mother and father
Were waiting for news
And as always
Doctors filled them with gloom
She will not live for very long
And if she does complications
Will unfold
She will be blind
She will be deaf
She will be retarded
She has not fully developed yet
Tears abashed as she cried in pain
Both parents distraught
At their tiny daughters plight
They said their prayers
They had their faith
The asked the lord
To watch over her
She survived 2 months
She was breathing still
They were fianaly able to hold her
Small tiny body in their arms
But still the Doctors said
She would not live long
And each time her parents
Would cry once more
This can't be true
She's breathing still
They said their prayers
They had their faith
The asked the lord
To watch over her
Two more months
Had passed on by
And still she breathed
And still she was alive
But alas the Doctors did say
She will not survive
Another day
Distraught once again
Her parents were sad
And once again they
Bowed their heads
They said their prayers
They had their faith
The asked the lord
To watch over her
Now five years on
She runs and plays
And does everything
A little girl does
And then one day
While out on a trip
With her loved ones
Her family and friends
She was chatting to mom
About things from the day
Of playing with friends
And her family
When suddenly she paused
And said out loud
Can you smell that?
Her mother concerned
Looked up to the sky
It was just about
To rain outside
She nodded to her
And said with a smile
Why yes little one
I can smell the rain
But shaking her head
She said no not that
Can't you smell that?
Puzzled she smiled
As she shook her head
Why yes my dear child
It's about to rain
Her daughter just smiled
And shook her head
Then patted her shoulders
And said out loud
It smells like him! ! !
Then her mother just wept
As her father smiled
And realized she was
Talking about God
The rain had stopped
The sun came out
She yelled with glee
I want to go play
She hugged her mom
Smiled at her dad
Its ok mom
It was just only God
Then ran off to play
poem by Kaila George
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The Agony of Being in Love
This has become my affliction
My unsteadying nerves twitch
My mind is left untoward
That not one thought I control
There is a girl, one girl
Who has a place in my heart
For some reason I fail to understand
I view her as I would view the world
In full beauty she is everything
Yet not one promise she has shown to me
And so I find my hearts affection
Laying as an unrequited token
I torture myself ceaselessly
Ah the agony of being in love
With someone who does not love me
I fail to deal with the emotion
And I am unhealthy in doing that
The mind goes to a waste
While the heart does as it will
The agony of being in love
There is no cure I know
Except for the answered dream
poem by Matthew Holloway
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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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The Man I Love
Someday he'll come along
The man I love
And he'll be big and strong
The man I love
And when he comes my way
I'll do my best to make him stay
He'll look at me and smile
I'll understand
And in a little while
He'll take my hand
And though it seems absurd
I know we both won't say a word
Maybe I shall meet him
Sunday, maybe Monday, maybe not
Still I'm sure to meet him one day
Maybe Tuesday will be my good news day
He'll build a little home
Just meant for two
From which I'd never roam
Who would, would you?
And so all else above
I'm waiting for the man I love
Maybe I shall meet him
Sunday, maybe Monday, maybe not
Still I'm sure to meet him one day
Maybe Tuesday will be my good news day
He'll build a little home
Just meant for two
From which I'd never roam
Who would, would you?
And so all else above
I'm waiting for the man I love
song performed by by Kate Bush
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Throughout the Years
Throughout the years I've bottled up this pain
Held onto it even though it almost killed me
I don't know why I bottled it all inside
I guess I thought nobody would understand
I was right nobody does understand
It's a different kind of pain
Pain of agony and desperation
Pain has followed me everywhere throughout the years
I swear I was born with it
Being in pain is nothing new with me
I was just made this way
Made to be broken and in pain
But throughout the years it feels like it has gotten worse than before
I feel so trapped and alone
Wish someone would and could save me
I need to be set free
May 23,2009
poem by Espn Chick
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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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You're Up Chuck
Chuck had gone to a medium
To communicate with the dead.
No particular one had come
To mind to talk to, but instead,
Chuck, an avid golfer, did want
To find out if he could still play
Golf, after he'd gone on to haunt.
The medium had this to say,
'Good news, bad news. The good news is
'A great course is waiting for you, '
'To hone your skills as a golf whiz.'
'Hit those shots eternally true.'
'The bad news is that you are due'
'To tee off this Monday at 2.'
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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