Quotes about sorrowful, page 12
I Had A Window Full Of Rain
closed down rumbling beating hard
Glass arrayed cold warmth untouched
Sorrowful frigid sterile surface glide in
Unopened crumbling crackling water sobs
And then a child a child came in
Looked at the window rumbling beating loud
It said ‘It looks like magic
Those racing drops and this rhythm blast
Restless trembling leaking down
Wow it’s a window full of steam
I think I will draw it a smile
I think I will draw it a heart
I think I’ll make it
A happy window pane
A laughing window pane.’
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Inside Domes
Desires are happy lyrics
Written on walls of sorrowful crying.
Paths are dreams
Of good days to come
But stay detached from destinations.
Lines are imprisoned
In circles.
So, keep walking on
Water is the end-all
Of journey in the desert.
Go, if you must
Following mirages
But carry oceans in your eyes.
Pass, if you must
In the forest of glass-encrusted silence
But keep stones of sound with you.
Live, if you must
Inside domes
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poem by Naseer Ahmed Nasir
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Bullets and Poppies
Bullets were flying
and soldiers were dying
as crimson poppies
swayed in the breeze,
beyond the trenches
beyond the green leas
in the fourteen-eighteen war
'the war to end all wars'
but these words sadly
failed to please.
The poppy's the emblem
and sorrowful hearts in sympathy
wander back to Flanders Fields
where thousands of comrades
were shamefully killed.
Golden the archives,
with names of the heroes...
and the poppy still sways
in the breeze, because
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poem by Joyce Hemsley
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Kiss me.
kiss me and make the sorrowful pain go away
kiss me and tell me everything will soon be okay
kiss me and hold me tightly close to you
kiss me and whisper sweet words that are true
kiss me and and lay me on the bed
kiss me from my toes to my head
kiss me here and kiss me there
kiss me all over and anywhere
kiss me softly
and kiss me hardly
kiss me from ear to ear
kiss me after wipe my tear
kiss me kiss me kiss me more
and if you can't do that at least for once let me through the door
poem by Jason Yarkie
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The World. A Pseudological Fancy
Well has the world been named the World,--
From its whirlpool heart of worrying things
On circling tides incessantly curl'd
And hurried around in fate-whorl'd rings;
Well has the world been named the World,--
From its whirlwind soul on hurricane wings
Flapping Disquiet, for ever unfurl'd
Over its outgushing lava-springs;
Well has the world been named the World,--
From its whirl of sorrowful change, that clings
Like some poisonous tendril twirl'd
Round a man's spirit, jarring its strings.
poem by Martin Farquhar Tupper
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A migratory widow bird from Afghanistan
Her long black tail feathers and the somber color of its plumage
Gave me an impression of widowhood,
I try to listen her plea and it's sorrowful
The bird speak the language of human
But nobody understands.
'My innocent husband died in the poppy fields while searching food
A bomb dropped from the sky and I escaped and flew here,
Oh! It's a winter I forgot and I left my winter clothing at my husband's roost,
Don't know whether I could be friendly with the birds here? '
*Birds can be unite wherever they fly.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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His Judgement
my eyes filled up
and tears slowly grace my cheek
the gods has played they cards
and someone near
may fall and let the blood flow
here i know the unpredictable
is only a knock on heavens door
death my friend is here
his clouds he set up high
and rain embrace us with care
but water doesn't wash these blood
stained hands
as the gods play
and he with the highest hand win
yet sorrowful we are left down here
his law is law
and his judgment let it be past
no questions as to why
so take this time to say goodbye
poem by Robert Roberts
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Ireland.
Written for the Art Autograph during the Irish Famine, 1880.
Heartsome Ireland, winsome Ireland,
Charmer of the sun and sea,
Bright beguiler of old anguish,
How could Famine frown on thee?
As our Gulf-Stream, drawn to thee-ward,
Turns him from his northward flow,
And our wintry western headlands
Send thee summer from their snow,
Thus the main and cordial current
Of our love sets over sea, --
Tender, comely, valiant Ireland,
Songful, soulful, sorrowful Ireland, --
Streaming warm to comfort thee.
poem by Sidney Lanier
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Shallow Eyes
Shallow Eyes
By: Adam M. Snow
Look beneath my shallow eyes,
upon my soul for which you despise,
your tainted hands upon my chest,
broken dreams, it failed the test.
Hearts pounding, skipping a beat,
tormented lies, sorrowful heat,
worlds passing one by one,
alone, wishing to be undone.
I be a vision of a ghost,
look right through me as you boast.
Wasting days in solitude,
alone, never meant to intrude.
As I cry my tears in vain,
you ignore my one true pain,
I suppose I am to blame,
yet you say, I've brought shame.
poem by Adam M. Snow
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On My Dying Day
The trees will waver in the wind
People will stand within the shadows
In the darkness behind
And in them will raise sorrowful solos
The seeds will cease to sprout
The sun will rise south
Men and children will lie on open streets
Women will wail for my return
My corpse shall no man deem fit to carry
And so loud shall be their long silence
People shall offer to die in my sake
But no one can hold back from exit
How will you leave us?
How do we face it without you?
I know that all this shall happen
On my dying day
poem by Ivan Chizurum Ezeigbo
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