Two Poems for Today

I decided to post two contrasting poems. These both deal with hope and utter sorrow.

God bless you all today. Whether you’re having a bad day or a good day this is for you 🙂 Love you all my darling avidReaders! 🙂

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud

BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

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An MSers Prayer

Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray to God I do not weep
Some days I feel so strong
Others it seems everything is wrong

After another long hard day
Of having the wrong words to say
I have to think of tomorrow
And pray there is no sorrow

While tomorrow does always come
It doesn’t mean I won’t be glum
Happiness is my hearts desire
We shall see what will transpire

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A Quiet Day in Hell

Silhouette of a woman;
All credits go to the original artist: Engin Akyurt

Stanza 1

If I could tell you the amount of times, I’ve had to bite my lip
down for you,

All the times I’ve changed my frown to a smile for you,

If you ask, I’ll say I’m alright.

You don’t really want to know,

You ask, but when I try to talk you don’t really want to know.

So here I sit, in silence–a quiet day in hell.

 

Stanza 2

The people who care, I feel sad for,

They have their own wars to fight, but always take on mine,

I have learnt to bottle my sores, to keep the wounds under my sleeves,

You won’t see the outsides, nor the insides that are torn.

 

Every day I’ll sit here, every day I’ll keep quiet,

It’s just another quiet day in hell.

 

If you’d just listen, maybe I would, too.

For now we sit in silence

Just another quiet day in hell