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A New Path – Words for Widower

admin — Mon, 09 Jan 2012 07:46:51 +0000

All I wanted
Was to spend more time
With you
But what I got
Was only a precious few

At least I tried
To make the most
Of what was left
Plans diverted
Too many hurdles
Never made it
To desired stage

Sorry, not much choice
Although it hurts
Life must go on now

Even without you
I must continue
The life that never was
And forged ahead
A new path
Guided by your
Eternal light
And undoubting love
Forever you are always in our hearts.
(By by Nick Alcantara)

The Window that Blinks – Sympathy Poems

admin — Thu, 17 Nov 2011 07:05:18 +0000

Every night,
I try to discover,
And yearn to uncover
The truth behind,
The Window that blinks.

Every night,
I find myself watching,
And eyes latching,
On those children crippled,
In the Window that blinks.

This Window,
disturbed and deceased.
These Children,
wretched but creased,
with innocence that bleeds.

But, Oh almighty!
Why did they pour,
a question as gore, through me?
“Why stare unwillingly,
Why bare unpainfully,
Into this window that shrinks?”

(Written/Submitted by Krishna Suresh)

Wrecked – Sympathy Poem

admin — Mon, 14 Nov 2011 08:06:23 +0000

On this island,
I sit here on my own,
the slightly cool sand that imprints me,
also trickles out of the fist that is my hand,
and buries my toes.
I can see the rushing water,
as it’s kind of a windy day,
have been here for quite some time,
since I was washed ashore,
shipwrecked, I guess,
or something of the sort,
I have no cuts or scrapes,
but my mind and heart is a mess.
Standing now, I see a few birds,
better off than me,
as they soar their wings to elsewhere,
and the ocean before me offers no escape,
except for no way home,
no ship to sail,
no boat to row,
just me with my thoughts,
and the thoughts of everyone else.
Behind me was the jungle,
where I lived for a while,
ensnaring, at most,
but intriguing, at best,
it was where I took shelter,
it was where I often played,
but the jungle isn’t safe anymore,
the jungle is on fire,
no way of knowing from where the sparks came,
but the trees are now riddled with flames,
it was a wonder how I made it out,
or even if I really did,
somewhere, part of me is still in there,
embedded in the blaze,
the largest smoke signal I’ve ever seen,
and still no one comes to save me,
I’ll never know if it really was my fault.
This sand is a fine line,
between inner and outer conflict,
neither of which, has an easy solution,
so I’ll trace my life upon the grains,
until the water stills,
and the jungle whittles to ash.

Written by Alex K Submitted by Dizi

Visionless – Sympathy Poem

admin — Fri, 11 Nov 2011 14:21:41 +0000

Born with a curse, beginning with a cry,
Left the Heaven for this World to try
And to inundate their lives with joys and love,
Do any magic verses could cure them and how?

Starving in the dark, they wonder;
Perverting – being born here was their blunder.
Daunted they make a step, but never knew where,
Frail they are since blind they were.

Twice as lonely as like the Moon,
Living with the love to see this World soon.
Care, aid and senses they need,
Reach things slowly as they are weed.

None could explain them what a color is,
Its also the ugly sins they miss.
Wish, may all the blinds see the World – rather
The World should not see any blind further.

This poem was written/submitted by Abdul Rahman SK.

Never Far Away – Sympathy Poem

admin — Thu, 10 Nov 2011 07:03:11 +0000

If you never forget, but never regret
Though life doesn’t seem quite right, just yet
You think he is gone, when you close your eyes
But if you can still remember, then that love never dies

When your warmth is gone, and you’re left in the cold
Where do you go, when good feelings are now old?
What can fill that hole, that’s left in your heart
Your fire is now salty, your sweet is now tart

You feel that he is in the past, and the past is now gone
Waiting for the future, that seems to drag on
But did you know, that he is watching you in the present?
No more pain, no more hurt, simply loving and pleasant

He wishes he could hold you now, though he is NEVER far away
He wishes you would feel his warmth, to make the tears go away
He is waiting at the gates, when it’s time to let you in
To share the pain-free beauty, no more sadness, no more sin

So make each day a blessing, make him smile once again
Cause’ it won’t be long till you will be reunited, my friend
Life is only one step god provides us with, you have no clue
For he is waiting for you in heaven, excited to spend eternity with you

Written by: Gabrial Lynn
IN LOVING MEMORY OF MARION MORRIS JR.

One’s view at life – Sympathy Poems

admin — Sat, 22 Oct 2011 05:33:12 +0000

Its scary, when you see life as seen through these eyes,
You feel sympathy for yourself, as pity is what you live on,
Just as a human should, you think there will be that time when it all just works out,
But reality gives you no time to dream, it hits again as if you caused offense to it,
The pity i live on, is the lowest level, one dare not respect one self, one dare not think ‘happy’,
I am wrong to say happiness, love, or life is over rated,
I am wrong to say anything i think,
I am what i am, i can’t try and be what they want me to be,
They want this, they want that, they live not their own life, they run many.
You can’t decide, you can’t help yourself, ones word confuses you,
You feel there will be a time when, you look at this and make it a lesson for others.

So Far Away – Sympathy Poem

admin — Fri, 14 Oct 2011 07:47:22 +0000

It seems you have a life, somewhat stolen
Each and every blink of your eyes remind us
That our hearts have become swollen
We don’t blame you for your distrust

People stare, uncomprehending
It’s not fair, your just another gift
Going through life, defending
You can’t understand, your mind adrift

Don’t be scared little one, take my hand
I will be your friend, in this neverland
For I know how you feel, alone and afraid
We are different, in our own lives we’ve made

Takes one to know one, they all said
Can’t imagine the thoughts, running through your head
Too much is left undone, this wasn’t your choice
So don’t feel as if you don’t have a voice

Only you know, how it feels
To be laughed at, ridiculed, day and night
Your beautiful smile, the pain it heals
Hoping for once, it will bring you light

Go ahead, and enjoy your life
It’s the one you were given, no matter the strife
Just remember, you are a truly special one
And I want to prove that, before this poem is done

Some say you’re crazy, some feel your pain
But they can’t read your mind, standing in the rain
Their guilt doesn’t phase you, you are too strong
Live a happy life, and may it be long

Even if your time is cut short, keep in mind
Love is shared, from your heart to mine
No matter what everyone thinks, forget them
For you are unique, no need to condemn

I must be going now, I wish you well
For you are lost, in this never ending spell
As time goes on, you will understand
Why you were made this way, socially banned

I am Sympathy – Sympathy Poems

admin — Tue, 11 Oct 2011 07:10:36 +0000

If tears could bring you back,
You would already be here with me.

I will kiss the rain and pray,
Somewhere in Heaven my kiss will find you.

If my eyes can’t see you,
My heart will never forget you.

Wanting to find comfort and hope,
In the memories I have left.

May my heart be freed,
From this sadness and agony.
I am Sympathy
(by Alayna)

Last Night I Had A Dream – Words of Sympathy

admin — Tue, 01 Dec 2009 08:41:05 +0000

Last night I had a dream that you really left me
In this dream I begged to please not ever forget me
I’ll tell you how it began, so this is how it starts
You sat on my bed with tears in your eyes and your hand over my heart
You asked me what I was thinking about at the same time I asked why you were crying
You looked at me and said The doctor says I’m dying
I asked you what you meant and how this could really be
That my father up above would take you away from me
I said NO, this isn’t real, just when I’ve found the one
Baby, Please, I’m sorry for everything I’ve done
Tears rolled from my eyes and landed on your hands
You said Sweetheart, Please, just try to understand
That no matter where I am, on earth or up above you
I’m here for you forever and I’ll always love you
I asked you how long you had left to live but you said you didn’t know
Exactly one week later I cried and watched you go

(by Lisa G. Rodriguez)

Noctambule – Sympathy Poems

admin — Wed, 25 Nov 2009 04:24:33 +0000

Zut! it’s two o’clock.
See! the lights are jumping.
Finish up your bock,
Time we all were humping.
Waiters stack the chairs,
Pile them on the tables;
Let us to our lairs
Underneath the gables.

Up the old Boul’ Mich’
Climb with steps erratic.
Steady . . . how I wish
I was in my attic!
Full am I with cheer;
In my heart the joy stirs;
Couldn’t be the beer,
Must have been the oysters.

In obscene array
Garbage cans spill over;
How I wish that they
Smelled as sweet as clover!
Charing women wait;
Cafes drop their shutters;
Rats perambulate
Up and down the gutters.

Down the darkened street
Market carts are creeping;
Horse with wary feet,
Red-faced driver sleeping.
Loads of vivid greens,
Carrots, leeks, potatoes,
Cabbages and beans,
Turnips and tomatoes.

Pair of dapper chaps,
Cigarettes and sashes,
Stare at me, perhaps
Desperate Apachès.

“Needn’t bother me,
Jolly well you know it;
Parceque je suis
Quartier Latin poet.

“Give you villanelles,
Madrigals and lyrics;
Ballades and rondels,
Odes and panegyrics.
Poet pinched and poor,
Pricked by cold and hunger;
Trouble’s troubadour,
Misery’s balladmonger.”

Think how queer it is!
Every move I’m making,
Cosmic gravity’s
Center I am shaking;
Oh, how droll to feel
(As I now am feeling),
Even as I reel,
All the world is reeling.

Reeling too the stars,
Neptune and Uranus,
Jupiter and Mars,
Mercury and Venus;
Suns and moons with me,
As I’m homeward straying,
All in sympathy
Swaying, swaying, swaying.

Lord! I’ve got a head.
Well, it’s not surprising.
I must gain my bed
Ere the sun be rising;
When the merry lark
In the sky is soaring,
I’ll refuse to hark,
I’ll be snoring, snoring.

Strike a sulphur match . . .
Ha! at last my garret.
Fumble at the latch,
Close the door and bar it.
Bed, you graciously
Wait, despite my scorning . . .
So, bibaciously
Mad old world, good morning.
(By Robert William Service)