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A Loving Friend

My Lonely Heart is troubled Lord
Though I know I have Your sword
Your word of truth is in my heart
Your Holy Spirit will never part
From my mouth your blessings flow
Always there to defeat the foe
The enemy that lurks around
Causing chaos… troubles abound
Rescue those from despair
Bring them light… a hope to bare
A kind word… a gentle smile
To help them go another mile
It’s not easy when on your own
No-one to talk to or to phone
But this I know from time gone by
That you my God will not see us cry
A loving soul… a caring friend
You will send to us to mend
A word of hope… good tidings bring
So that once more our hearts will sing
                                                    By  Carmelia WOL
This poem was written by me on 23rd Sept 2013 in a response to a poem I saw on the WOL poem section of the website and I wanted to add this poem to reflect how I feel just now as a Christian and to to put my views across from a Christian perspective.  I believe that loneliness can be a spiritual problem for some, which can be overcome by Gods intervention working through the hearts of others on the site to bring healing, love, hope and restoration into another persons life by the working of the Holy Spirit who inspires us all I believe, to be kind by our words and by our loving actions towards others who are suffering.

Poems by Pooja Lokhande

FORGOTTEN

Deeds done wrong, smiles unfaltered,
Lies buried deep inside her soul,
She walks an undecided path,
She drags herself out alone.

Memories; so fresh, so new,
She smells their richness in the air,
Oh yes her heart was always true,
Yet she finds herself in despair.

Dropped, shaken, hurt, abused,
She looks at her own reflection,
Thinks of things she was accused
Of, and surrenders herself to their misconceptions.

Liars they are, the people around,
Huge lies they spin each day,
She tries to find her way out,
But she’s stuck inside, to her dismay.

She cries for the part of her soul she lost,
She cries for all her goals, unbeaten,
She cries for their promises, false,
She cries as she lay forgotten.

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WIPED ME OUT.

Push me more, what’s the point,
I’m already gone you see,
Just a shadow, a form of clouds,
There’s nothing more I can be.
Hurt me more, what’s the point,
You can’t hurt the dead you see,
It’s just another scratch, another wound,
It’s nothing new to me.
Drop your voice, I won’t fight back,
I’m already too tired, too weak,
I’m laying still, just make your choice,
I’ve already ceased to exist.
You stole my will, my desire to live,
You destroyed my absolute being,
No more to think, no one to be,
You destroyed what I could be.
Push me more, what’s the point,
I’m already gone you see,
Just YOUR shadow, the form YOU want,
You have crushed the real me.

The Scorned One

night turns to gray,day turns to ash.
The beast prowls among this empty place.
No man shall come here less he be consumed by the monsters claws.
The darkness calls my name, and the well shall be my resting place.
Such a cold place it shall be, where hearts rot and eyes lose their shine.
Such a horrible fate for a man such as me,but yet  what worries lies therein after?
Society is a prison, empty men with empty hearts.
Woe is them,if only they but knew… such an empty place..
A sign with no sense of direction, ahead where the confused lie.
Eyes view the one who thinks differently as insane, oh how it hurts.
Minds filled with Venom, from the fangs of so called truth.
The glamour and glitz for how long will it please a man,for the sky will crack and show the infection it hid.
What do you consider normal?
For every man has a reality tunnel, but the wolves come out to play.
Quick to judge, but lack of similarity.
Does the judger see through the eyes of the condemned?
Oh, how unfair it is.
The scorned one walks all alone, with no place to call home.
The voices of the alike scorn him and tells him there is a place for him.
Woe is him Woe is him, in the pit of the abyss where others such as him will go.
But comfortable to see men to see men such as him.
The scorned one views love as evil, because the bucket is easy to spill.
Such a over used word, in a heartless world.
But yet, within him he cries for love.
The ghost of the “before” haunts him reminding him of the scars that appeared within him.
The dragon holds dominion upon the sheep, oh will when they wake up?
The whips of ignorance slice across the scorned one, and the bullets of the hateful writhe his inner reality.
He views himself as crazy upon the wolfs, but his hope holds a rope for him.
Watch Rome the second crumble upon its errors, will the truth touch them then?
Oh how awful it is to see the sun turn black and the beast reign among the dead.
Where naked woman dance, and bitter men cheat.
Let it be, that it will not change me.
Skulls reign among the machine,and the Octopus prospers.
For it gains the riches, and steals from the low.
The buildings of conformity, prey among the young to mold them into a mindless drone.
May they call me insane and lock me in the place of the well, but my eyes see the truth.
Who am I you ask?
Well im The Scorned One.

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The poem is filled with symbols and meanings within it. I’m not gonna give the “full” interpretation of what everything means, only because I leave the reader to interpret it. What the basic summary of this poem is about society in general. Since I have different ideas and beliefs about society, that makes me feel all alone. – Eddie

Poems by Math

Letter to LOVE

Dear LOVE,

Of all the emotions expressed by the living entities in this world,
you are by far the most influential. My very evolution is in thanks to
you. You are the blood in my veins, the signals in my brain, the
muscles in my limbs, and the nerves under my skin. YOU ARE THE
REASON FOR MY EXISTENCE. You are the cause and effect of my
every action. Encompassing all types of feelings, you are the
backbone of emotion itself. The vastness of your reach is
unsurpassable by any thought imaginable. I thank you for all you
have contributed to the creation and development of life. In yet, I no
longer deserve to be graced with your presence. The evils I have
committed against you, the very essence of life, are atrocious. All
throughout the history of my existence, you have been present and
persistent in pushing me towards progression. All the while, I was
kicking and screaming. Masking your beauty with my destructive
ways. If only I could fully understand your unconditional consistency.
After all the lessons you have taught me, the elegance of the
universe you have shown me, and your endless effort to redeem me
from myself, I am obligated to apologize for ending existence. If I
knew then what I know now, I would have opened my eyes sooner
and appreciated the grand gift of life.

Sincerely,

Humanity

Man and Machine

They claim I am of robotic origin, a real man of tin.
Just void my devotion because I’m allegedly devoid of emotion, despite the reasoning
behind me striving for verbal communication being to stay in mental relation specifically
to avoid such frustration. Sure, stick to your misinterpretation of my explanation on how
to approach our situation with healthy intention. The man of steel can’t possibly feel,
right? Or did you just initiate the fight out of fear that I might actually be your shiny-
armored knight? These things take a heavy toll on my heart, but instead of feeling torn
apart I just start to thicken the walls to prevent future emotional falls. As a result, I have
become jaded and my trust has faded to an extreme that doesn’t seem to deem any human
interaction as potential satisfaction. On the inside is the knight who died, but still the
armor carries out his will. Just as they had foreseen, I am now machine.

Lost at Sea

The skies wide open and the air fresh as ever
A man appears content, though his thoughts are severed
The will to choose who, what, when, where and however
But to the fear of the deep blue, his mind is tethered

Swiftly rolling in, comes the inevitable storm
In a panic, he searches for the land he was born
Following the path of light, only still to feel torn
He reaches the house, but decides to break the norm

Time reveals truth as he takes a deep breath
The man realizes his vessel is all he has left
The face of the infinite wave reeks of death
The choice to end his own life, he now heft

A ship lost at sea contains the man who thought he was free
Burned down the lighthouse and sailed on to see
The price of freedom, his heart forever lonely
Eternally shrouded by the fog of regret and misery.

Poems by MPK

The Enemy Within

The walls are crumbling…

distant cannons are rumbling,

the silence is screaming in my head,

the streets are deserted, but for the dead.

Why am I here all by myself?

Why have I been left here so bereft?

No one here to fight at my side,

the enemy approaches, nearly inside.

Why did everyone desert their posts?

Their armor here for none but ghosts.

My comrades lie here all alone,

on the streets made of crimson stone.

The stores are all burning, their fires fraught,

with reflections of battles we all fought.

For pride and spoils all was lost,

peace and honor were the cost.

The enemy is here, he’s at the gate,

I’m all alone now to meet my fate.

My captors are storming the great stone walls,

I hear their footsteps and their calls.

Where do I go now, where do I hide,

no mercy is left for me to abide.

The enemy is upon me, I feel the heat,

of their eyes upon me, pure hatred to meet.

My heart beats faster to a flutter,

panic arises, my throat to shutter.

Where once I was strong,

no hope can last long.

The enemy is here, no longer afield,

battlements no longer able to shield,

Where once was strength, no longer can be,

as the enemy is here, and it is in me.

-MPK

 

 

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My Heart Hurts

“My heart hurts” sounds like such a simple phrase,

but it’s meaning to me is great.

This phrase my last attempt to cry out

from the anger and hurt that won’t abate.

Not a very good descriptive

but the only one I have to explain,

the knots in my stomach moving up

to choke the air in my throat again.

“My heart hurts” is all I can tell the docs.

They look at me and try to see,

never realizing how true and

powerful this simple statement can be.

How long I have been fighting

these demons and anguish unseen?

How long can I live in this world

of charred remains of the old me?

‘Tis not the song of a lark in the morn,

but a cry from the dark within,

from my inner self so empty,

yet so full of anger to oblivion.

A locked Pandora’s box

riding heavily on my back,

tarnishing my heart and soul

in shades of green and black.

“My heart hurts”

Tis not a punishment for my beliefs,

Just pain unimaginable

piercing without mercy or relief.

My heart hurts is all I can say…

in hopes of keeping this horror at bay…

My heart hurts is all I may say…

to make it through another day…

My heart hurts is all I will say…

before I decide whether to go or stay.

–          mpk

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The Thief

This life I live seems bleak, and only but a lie,

these potent feeling overwhelm, and will not be denied..

I casually greet people living all around me, or so I make it seem,

but deep inside, my thoughts are raging, and swirling all around..

He came upon me when I was defenseless and so very fragile,

and stole my tender dreams, my control and all my power.

I tried and tried to fight and find some hidden weapon,

but in the end, he wore me down..retreat my only option.

I sit here on the edge, looking out and try to see,

The sunlight, mists and moonbeams; their beauty calls to me.

Sometimes I catch a feather, an angel dropped in passing.

I search deep inside my soul for truths not misbegotten,

Why can’t I be content with life just as it is?

Why does love elude me along with simple peace?

Sometimes it feels as if there just no more hope,

each day I have to struggle, for another way to cope.

Sometimes I wonder if my heart will be forever sealed.

I want to soar so very far away, free upon the wind,

but captive I still remain for he goes wherever I am,

he lives and breathes in the darkest realms of me.

Some days I feel a ray of hope or glimmer of love held out to me,

I grieve for the girl I used to be, who could laugh and do anything,

He does not let me feel the caress of hope on whispered breeze,

nor will he let me hear the words of comfort or of grace.

Why can’t I resist this roller coaster ride of shame?

Why can’t I just say no to this, my own other blackened side?

Sometimes I feel I cannot take the paralyzing pain,

I wonder if I’ll break apart, or even remain sane.

How can I abolish or relieve this dreadful terror?

How in the end, did I lose, all that I held so dear?

These question strike dread so deep within my heart,

I feel so alone, behind these frigid walls of stone.

The battle rages on, although I grow so weary…

When will this struggle end…that has so ravaged my soul?

Most days I scream inside and endure this horrid agony…

in silence, in the dark, alone and without leave.

In the end I think my death, may be the only way…

ghos to stop this potent thief…named Fear.