Best Heavy(A) Poems

POTW 28 January 2018

Prologue:
A beautiful extra-terrestrial female researcher is sent down to a remote island to observe earth and beam her findings back to her planet. She’s strictly forbidden to make any human contact. She detests everything about earth.

A research scientist, in a small boat...

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Vs 1
When life becomes clouded
with worries and fears
We find ourselves grieving
in sorrow and tears

Vs 2
The burdens we carry,
too heavy a load
and shadows surround us
down dark winding roads

       Chorus ~
       There's a gift God...

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For the last few days
     her depression had weighed
          heavy, a thick woolen shroud,
              her thoughts thickened by darkening...

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In the heart of twilight, shadows murmur ancient incantations,
a silent symphony echoes through the corridors of my soul,
how can I begin anew, with the weight of past days
clinging to my heart, roots entangled
in memories, ever-present, yet invisible.
Through the corridors of wind-swept times, I wander,
a pilgrim...

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This is my best story in 
my mother tongue urdu 
which I translated and 
tried my best to turn it 
into a poem in english 

Luqman who was a 
merchant wiseman and 
his son
bought themselves a 
fine donkey once.
The two then set off 
together
walking besides...

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DOWN THE WRONG ROAD


Spent all my youth
Walking down the wrong road
Until I finally found
It was too heavy a load
Then I found Jesus
Or else He found me
Was shown a new road
Walked down it set free

Walking down the wrong road
Was such a bad choice
Instead of listening to...

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I remember now. Something was heavy, a winged
dragon that refused to fly from my chest
My eyes were secret mirrors, or a doomsday judge.
I remember morning as a flighty horse,
or like a new school year,
that first careful sentence written on a page.
 
Time became a sequel. Roads...

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Confidence fades away
Clothes to the wind
My cracking glass, the nightscape
Contorted into vixen reds and apparition dark
Seventeen

Kitsch eyes, as kitsch as a child
Crying in a kitchen scene over spilt milk
Shrinking under giant flaming wings of a morbid sun god
A flower in the rocks craving eleemosynary of...

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My mind is quiet as I walk upon this path
And I am at ease within the mist that flows around me embracing me in its cool grasp.
Gladly I smile as my soul roams freely beyond the thoughts of yesteryears.
For at fifty two I have released...

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May your reign be successful, your popularity soar,
May your country thrive, with peace and more.
Through history's lens, we see a king
Who's faced with troubles, heart and wing.
Revolution, war, and politics too,
The crown's weight heavy, a burden anew.
With every reign, there comes a test,
A challenge faced,...

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I retired gracefully, happily, knowing I could never be fully completely replaced even to this day.
I was slick, photographic, revered by so many, loved by a few, heavy, a bit conceited but in a good way.
Diligent children hid me in boots, closets, drawers, or moldy...

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For the longest time, I could not speak your name.
I could not write it; I could not bear to think it. 

I was angry.

I was too young, too vulnerable, too powerless.
There was no justice for me, a mere girl.

I hated you.

Every fiber of my being...

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My thoughts came up again
Like the rush of a heavy a rain
My finger tips swollen with symbols
Drained in paints of inspired constructs.

I have seen a poison bought cheaply
And kills in a twinkle done twinkly
I have seen of a massacre done
A man under this sun.

I know...

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The oldest citizen of Soup Creek, Nopaul E. Ticks, posed to show his support for the town council's ban on politicians.

I hear that nasty Trump feller, wants to stump in Soup Creek.
He wrote to Mayor Tom saying it was an audience he'd seek
and a soap...

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Water flows from the dam of life,
Not easy, but not all strife.
There is a point at which we die,
Lest we forget, not all goes awry.

Often, we denounce and scold,
As we pass from young to old.
Friends and family are to adore,
Before you or they are no...

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