Pessimism and Optimism
Life is love, lovely and loving
Grief influences life better than everything.
Having ever so beauty as like as heaven
Life is a strong attraction of spiritual illusion.
I love the wonderful world and want to love
I see the repentance of a dove.
I find felicity whenever and wherever
I encircle grief to form a wreath of cheer.
It is simple math, life is unique and felicity is enormous
Having sense of sorrow is inadmissible and obvious.
Making the obviation of sorrow is needed must
To be enjoyable and carefree in the universe
Grief is the founder of felicity forever
Helps to know ownself with the existence.
poem by Onon Sarker
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Sagacity of Sorrow
Some cursed moments busy to narrow
The pathway of mind, soul and feelings
Enhance enigma of life; ultimately sorrow
Are result of ambition for felicity.
Joyous and pompous thought arise in mind
Induces to crash with delicacy of feelings
Making one crass to own. Turn individual's
Claim to calm through darkish insight.
Though sorrow seems to be scattered externally
Acts as alignment to express notion earnestly
Which helps mind to make determined concentration
To attain sensational and sustainable destination.
Sorrow can feel love of heart, love of life
Can react with mind blowing intentation
Helps to recognize sorrow to make it felicity
Towards a dreamy and noteworthy horizon.
poem by Onon Sarker
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Grief is the soul of life- SONNET
Grief in the world is soul of life,
When it comes, comes like a kite.
Flying over on ones, hanging like a knife,
Everyone have to suffer from it to fight.
Life is a journey for facing griefs,
One's only thinks over happiness, but it is his dreams.
Grief is tsunami of life, robs joy from us like thief,
Grief is after all life's cream.
The whole universe is built,
Through love they say.
No one care about silt,
About grief, sorrow and dismay.
Grief is the indivisible part of our life,
It can not be seperated by axe, needle or knife.
poem by Shubham Tomar
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Under The Sea...
I wait for the spring
as I lay down under the sea
hands tied,
feet bound,
down under the sea
no worries and no grief
when you no more able to breathe
it’s such a relief
world without life is so rife
without sorrow,
I would prefer a tomorrow
down below the pit-less
sea,
don’t have to fit
into the world as a misfit
don’t have to save myself,
the earth and you
don’t need no more love,
don’t need you,
your pity,
as I lay down at the
bottom of the sea
watch life pass by
as bubbles and fizzles,
see happiness all around
it is not for me,
or was not for me,
as I am not around,
it is so calm,
under the sea
I thought, I fell in love
once, with you?
I used to just hang around
you,
but I was still invisible to you,
when I needed you
I could not find
the route,
to your heart
to be with you,
close to you,
now I am fine.
no worries and no grief
to be with you,
as I lay down deep
under the sea.
poem by Khalid Hameed
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Hope in Heaven's Day
Grief be mine, I ask you so,
If not for you, I wouldn't know,
How life once was and then be still,
How so precious, that death do steal.
Because that grief, won't go away,
Learn to let it have its way.
The link to love, a precious one,
Is met with grief and still not done.
The days do come, and nights do go,
Grief will stay as time is so.
And so a loved one passes on,
And grief comes in and carries on.
Does grief get better, I will ask,
It's hard to say, while at its task.
There is grief to help us cope,
There is God to give us hope.
Grief will surely go away,
On that glorious heaven's day.
But while its here, there's just one thing,
Pray our Lord, for peace he'll bring.
poem by Arlene Dery
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A grief ago
'There is no grief
which time does not lessen
or soften' -
so said Cicero, a man so often right;
a Stoic, those for whom
all life presents a lesson
to be learned from,
and then, to move on from..
But I wonder about all this:
is grief ever lessened or softened?
Is it not, perhaps, overlaid
in our so various ways?
For some, grief framed and falsified
to ease that grief;
For some, like hyacinths and crocus bulbs,
left in a dark cupboard in the autumn of our grief
to respond to time, and
become at last
themselves?
gently, gently, the covers pulled
over the loving bed,
the true, the pure, the lovely painful grief,
the memory deep cherished,
gently, gently, folded
into the cupboards of the heart
there to be known, without the door disturbed
until the time - 'a grief ago' as Dylan wrote -
the cupboard opened only for love's sake
without grief...:
those carefully folded memories
brought out and loved
and lived a while...
not grief, not grief...but
the pure memory of grief
and behold,
life.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Sorrow, Grief and Sadness
Sorrow, grief and sadness
The ingredients of life in the world of today
Somehow and somewhere, someone is sad and unhappy
Due to the cruelty of this world, due to the proudness of the people
Value of the individual's is measured with the scale of someone's success
Not with the inner beauty of the person, but with the external beauty
Words are important but they shines more when someone knows how to play with them
And forced others to orbit around those words
Until our life stops or we finished it by our self
Sorrow, grief and sadness
The ingredients of life in the world of today..
poem by Talat Jehan
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This Glory, Now Returned
Obligation owed the fates: once again and, I pray-forever more,
I consort with this sublime beauty I do so very much adore!
I know not proper quittance for this glory, now returned;
My life now so affirmatively altered, more than I could have discerned!
Naught is there, in the form of sacrifice, too much
Which should see me nearer to her loving touch;
I am a humbled appreciant of her amazing grace,
I now live a blessed life as such, which naught could replace!
Though, one day, even this beatitude shall find supplant-
To this resplendency and all it engenders, I remain allegiant!
The life-long, all-consuming search hath reached its destination;
I invite the world, entire, to join with me in my heart's celebration-
See as I do, the beauty to whose felicity, I shall devote my life;
Once assured that we are prime for such, I shall ask she be my wife!
Maurice Harris,21 May 2010
poem by Maurice Harris
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The Real And The Ideal
I feel I have - and who has not?
An inner and outer life:
The one may be a dreary lot,
With sorrow and with suff'ring rife;
While in the other may be found
A magic world of fancies fair,
Where brightest dreams of joy abound,
And never enters dark despair.
The life I live may seem to those
Who gaze upon it outwardly
A drear existence, full of woes
And never-ceasing misery;
But in the mystic life of mind,
Abstracted from earth's things of sense,
Oblivious to my grief, I find
A joy exalted and intense.
My outward life is prison-gloomed,
My life of dreams is fancy free;
The one is ever care-consumed,
The other tranquil as can be.
Existence that is sternly real
As mine would crush the heart with grief,
Were it not that the bright ideal
With visioned joy imparts relief.
There's not a joy the world can give,
There's not a bliss the heart has known,
But in the spirit life I live
I have the power to make my own.
I care not what my actual lot
While thus sustained my soul can be;
My sorrows shall be all forgot
In fairest dreams of poesy.
poem by Owen Suffolk
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A Beautiful World Life!
Creation of beauty is for attracting each and everyone;
Appreciation of beauty develops love between hearts!
Outer and inner beauty reflects real personality of one;
Mutual attraction of beauty leads to procreation ever.
Beauty, love and life are unique aspects of man’s world;
Those are not detected in other planets of the Universe.
Colourful beauty of life thriving on love is a wonder here
Depends on the preservation of Nature and culture ever!
Beauty lies in thinking, speaking and working in the world;
Doing things to perfection makes beauty and brings joy!
Intellectual thinking, gentle doing and spiritual meditation
Are all adding beauty to man’s nature to divine nature!
Nature is the mother of Earth fostering beauty and love
To enrich life with joy and pleasure leading to divine bliss!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Fruit Of The Spirit
Though broken 'neath the weight of grief,
The heart beats on in sorrow.
It seeks to meet some soon relief
But finds none in the morrow.
The heart is crushed; it's bruised to tears
And cannot sense the reason
For life that would but disappear
Before it's own due season.
The child who grew next to my heart,
Transfused such love and laughter;
But soon his young life would depart
Ascending the Hereafter.
Oh, Heart, produce your fruit of grief-
Much sweeter than the vine.
For though you're trampled 'neath the Thief,
You're left to pen these lines.
You must beat on against the foe
For Death must be defeated.
Allow your tears of grief to flow
Until with Christ we're seated.
poem by Jean Mallette
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After The Deathbed
Dead asleep, your journey begins,
Making fate so wretched and cruel
For taking you away so soon.
Searching for your love and fragrance
In this world filled with grief and hatred,
Never appeared to be so simple,
Making missing you ever so painful.
Making my heart croon an elegy,
Wishing to remove the grief I carry.
Oh if only you were right here beside me
Regret moans inside of me,
For all the things I hurt you by
I still progress with thoughts of you,
That just never seems to leave.
Hard to forget all the thoughts we share
Since my life has not reached its closing stages.
I’ll have to carry through this wicked life
Which is devoid of the love we shared.
Moreover, I accept what lifetime offers,
As your wooden box passes
Through the stairway of heaven
Making goodbye seem like the hardest words.
-Dennis Kurien
poem by Dennis Kuiren
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In spring and summer you were mine
In spring and summer you were mine
and we dwelt in great felicity
drinking champagne and wine
the world was beautiful and free
but when your beauty was sure and sweet
when my life was at its prime
you did with destruction meet
and I was lost in time
as if forever wishing
to live a part of life over again
to have that summer and spring
just like then
as if chance did me remove
from the one I was destined to love.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Ode to Grief
Pain, sorrow, unsatisfaction
the sweet life of misery
many people endure this life
while others watch in harmony
grief can sometimes be healthy
for those who seek perfection
but is can also be a dangerous matter
when fallen into the wrong hands
so live your life at your fullest extent
and don't be afraid of grief
poem by Zia Jaycee May Trent
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Forever Living in Paradise
Our troubles will all be over-When we reach heaven's shore-Grief and pain and sorrow-Will be endured no more-Someday I hope to enter the pearly gates-In heaven above the starry skies-Oh what a wonderful life-Forever living in Paradise-If I don't change my ways-And turn away from sin-When I reach the land of Paradise-I can never ever enter in-Forever living in Paradise-Is the ultimate goal to achieve-The beauty of that wonderful place-Is awesome beyond belief.
poem by Joy Thacker
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I Know This Poor Bloke
I know this poor bloke in the mood for suicide
And he has felt heavy hearted since the day his wife died
Some five years ago his ache of loss from him not gone
And till the day of his death his grief with him will live on.
I do meet him often though not every day
And for words to him I always feel stuck to say
He always talks of his dead wife and the grief that he feel
And for him I feel sorry since his sorrow is real.
On his sense of loss with him I sympathize
And each time I see him he has tears in his eyes
My condolences to him I already did pay
But the grief that he feels it is with him to stay.
The price of true love it can come at a great cost
And he is left to mourn for what he has lost
One in his late sixties his hair silvery gray
And the clock on his life it is ticking away.
A man due to grief in the mood for suicide
Though he is one now I would rather avoid
Since each time I meet him he talks of his dead wife
And I am one who needs laughter in my life.
poem by Francis Duggan
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When The Tranquility Rules
One has to play innings of life,
Ample joy be there or be full of grief.
As a river flows the life in any way
Deep n calm or be in a spate it may.
Youth enables to enjoy all the tides
Captivating life with joy and grief.
Advent of the evening though may chide,
Shaking the soul for a moment brief.
Ups and downs faced in the life
Ought to unravel meaning of life,
Enabling to take life in its' stride
Like a Sthitpradnya and a being refined.
Joy n sorrow then lose their meaning
When tranquility rules over the evening.
poem by Ratnakar Mandlik
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Stand Alone Complex
I stand alone,
I fall apart.
In my deepest sorrow i grief.
I grief for a touch, for a smile...
I grief for love;
I grief for live...
I grief and i beg,
For the heat of an angel to save me...
For the simplest touch of a lover...
For the complex soul of a writer...
And i fall apart
I stand alone...
I stand alone complex.
28th January 1010
poem by DarkShaya Naiyamoto
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Felicity Quick Of Flight
Every time seems short to be
That's measured by felicity;
But one half-hour that's made up here
With grief, seems longer than a year.
poem by Robert Herrick
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One Way Or Another
sorrow comes with love
one way or another
sorrow will always be there
bind with love that i have
it's a package
bliss & grief are tied up together
united
it will not go anywhere
giving so much pain
but i'm fine
i'm trying to be just fine
this way i choose
leaving trace of pain
in its every step
sorrow comes with love
one way or another
but not to you
you don't deserve that
you'll find your heaven
you'll find your angel
you'll be fine
i promise you'll be just fine
poem by Magenta Cyans
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If–Revisited Again
My sorrow is unstopped
Not even God can heal me,
For 'tis His grief as well.
Hope flickers and dies
As his time grows short on earth
And the day of departure comes near
And he slips away into
Eternal darkness.
My sorrow hardens, shapes resolve:
A will that comes from God and grows
My life and purpose here are found:
To show the world its only Hope
The Love who died to bring us Life.
poem by Daniel Nairn
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