What I advise you to do is, not to be unhappy before the crisis comes…some things torment us more than they ought; some torment us before they ought; and some torment us when they ought not to torment us at all. We are in the habit of exaggerating, or imagining, or anticipating, sorrow.
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Of all tyrannies a tyranny exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive. It may be better to live under robber barons than under omnipotent moral busybodies. The robber baron's cruelty may sometimes sleep, his cupidity may at some point be satiated but those who torment us for our own good will torment us without end for they do so with the approval of their own conscience.
quote by C.S. Lewis
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Politics is such a torment that I advise everyone I love not to mix with it.
quote by Thomas Jefferson
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Sinking
Sinking.
Sinking in pathos.
Such sentiments...
Leave me lamenting,
In waiting.
Torment.
Torment in moments.
Undoing heartbreak...
With streams of daylight,
That teases.
I wish I could be free,
Of memories that linger.
On a tapestry
I once loved and surrendered...
To you,
As we both grew from first meeting!
Drinking.
To numb what we had then.
Thinking.
I must unweave from what was 'when'.
Just to 'sink' myself deeper in!
And praying to find 'me'...
Once again!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If There Was Forever
What would life be like
If the promises of forever
Like time or existence
Outlived our spoken words.
With the parrots we marry
We will live for eternity
The quarrels and arguments
Which are often silly
Will become part of us.
Those married to hyenas
Must get used to their appetites
Or take that to be the norm.
Food will always be ready
It’s good if she’s greedy!
Those tied to cats
Will have to pamper them
They’ll be shopping daily
And who can ask for more?
Men like shopping after all!
Its good there’s no forever
Because if there was
It will be torment after
Torment, fight after fight.
God is certainly a man!
poem by Kelvin Karani
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Opening to Inhale
Gases are not solids when inhaled,
Opening is closing, joking is laughing.
To close I think it awkward,
To open I might revolve and learn all politeness.
The inhalation of the air is breathing,
When do atoms mix, and compounds form
From the synod of elements chiming like beauty?
Little with fate as I, much more to do with the matter.
Gas is to be inspiring a volume of completeness,
The solids and liquids divide the space around,
The void is a vacuum of height and brevity.
It will soon know how to reside in torment,
In torment is the vacuum of the void.
poem by Naveed Akram
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The Sweetest Torment
Tease me with a sight
A sight so sweet, so blissful
It doesn't matter if I yearn, because I know right,
That the torment it will cause, it could be nothing but painful
I have come to accept this fate,
The fate so painfully apparent
To this end, I could not debate
For this torment was so clearly inherent
Tantalizing as you are,
You made me dream, dream, and dream
A dream so distant and far
Now I wish that we could be joined by a seam
Now I seek all this was reality
I could no longer bear it
Now I fall into insanity
Where nothing is ever lit
Now I'll yearn at your feet
Whatever it takes to deliver me
Away from pain and to what I seek
Then finally, it will only be you who I see
poem by Leonardo David Tay
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I Love daniel bianchie
I love to see you smile
And I love knowing that I caused that smile
I love to see you happy
And I love knowing that I caused that happiness
I love to look into your beautiful blue eyes
And I love the way I fall into them
I love it when you hold my hand
And I love having the courage to grab and hold yours
I love to tease and torment you
And I love it when you tease and torment me
I love it when you touch me
And I love to touch you
I love rediscovering how beautiful you are each time I see you
And I love realizing how attractive you make me feel
I love wanting so badly to kiss you
And I love the way you want to take things slow
I love the fact that you still want to be my love
And I love that I want to be yours
I love so many things about you
But the most important thing is:
I Love you!
poem by Daniel Bianchie
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A Night Passes In A Silenceless Torment
A night passes in a Silenceless Torment
Even the most beautiful songs
Cannot quell the restlessness-
There are times when one is not born for this
Or any other world-
Dissatisfaction restlessness frustration
Cannot yield the best poetry-
Tormented songs repeat themselves
What was once beautiful
Now irritates as relentless noise-
There is the need for a different kind of beauty
A song from within that no external song can give-
I want silence
No other song
Only silence
Silence and more silence
A poetry of silence
Or even a silence without poetry
Silence
The kind of silence in which the torment has ended
Sleep perhaps
Silence silence
Please.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Vineyard Of Dionysus
Dionysus walks his vineyard, his beloved;
Two women in dark clothing - two vintagers - follow him.
Dionysus tells the two mournful guards - The vintagers:
"Take your sharp knife, my vintners, Grief and Torment;
Harvest, Grief and Torment, my beloved grapes!
Gather the blood of scarlet bunches, the tears of my golden clusters -
Take the victim of bliss to the whetstone of grief,
The purple of suffering to the whetstone of bliss;
Pour the fervent liquid of scarlet delights into my ardent Grail!"
poem by Vyacheslav Ivanovich Ivanov
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Light With A Sharpened Edge
Free from the torment of sin
All this I'm giving up
Much as the sun would decide to give in
Explode into orange
And hear all the voices sing praises with hymns
Mark the birth of a change
Free from the torment of sin
All this I'm giving up
It's not me
Buried wreckage my soul
It's not me so who am I now
Over and over again
Light with a sharpened edge
Cut through the black empty space we call sky
Beginning the cycle that stays
And I know in my heart we all die
Like the day and the night
Like the sun in the sky
All this I'm giving up
It's not me
Buried wreckage my soul
It's not me so who am I now?
Is there another side?
Beyond the black and the white
Place I could meet you by
A place on the other side
I'll let you know when I go
When I'm gone
It's not me
Buried wreckage my soul
It's not me so who am I now?
song performed by by Used
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Saga Rue
I no longer condemn this man with the perilous knife
who struck down my life with torment and strife
he whose influence controls the vile rife
drawing his power essence form satanic ogre life
No longer I pray for the gates of hell to open wide
swallow this shrewd to its torment inside
but for his soul I cry for salvation to unite inside
to castaway the harrowing savage he desperately abides
No longer shall I fear his revolting rogue
prolonging his demonic legions to hover my saga rue
as I become a sole maverick in solitude rim spine
welcoming isolation inviting comfort of solitaire twine
poem by Tammie S. Wright
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To those who do not love God, all things must work together immediately for pain and torment, until, by means of the tribulation, they are led to salvation at last.
quote by Johann Gottlieb Fichte
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The Fire
The old men of the world have made a fire
To warm their trembling hands.
They poke the young men in.
The young men burn like withes.
If one run a little way,
The old men are wrath.
They catch him and bind him and throw him again to the flames.
Green withes burn slow…
And the smoke of the young men's torment
Rises round and sheer as the trunk of a pillared oak,
And the darkness thereof spreads over the sky….
Green withes burn slow…
And the old men of the world sit round the fire
And rub their hands….
But the smoke of the young men's torment
Ascends up for ever and ever.
poem by Lola Ridge
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Though she may herself burn, she delights in her lover's torment.
Torment, for some men, is a need, an appetite, and an accomplishment.
quote by Emile M. Cioran
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The jealous are troublesome to others, but a torment to themselves.
quote by William Penn
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How delicious is pleasure after torment!
quote by Pierre Corneille
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True
She said the most hurtful things
words painful piercing
torment torture ringing
And I wish I that were
obliviously unaware
Only because
I know such
in part for share
to be true
poem by Randy Resh
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Tormented
The real torment
Is not when it's already forbidden
But when we have the ability to do it
But we can't
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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