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...

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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...

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For the last few days
     her depression had weighed
          heavy, a thick...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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,...

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