Emotional Distress
Many individuals experience feelings of distress and sadness due to various challenges encountered in life. These challenges may include the loss of a loved one, health issues, and other significant obstacles. In this article, we will explore several poignant poetic verses that capture the essence of emotional turmoil.
Poetic Expressions of Distress
Here are some of the most beautiful poems that discuss the hardships of life and ways to cope with them.
My Heart is Heavy
My heart feels constricted, my eyes shed tears,
I endure and remind myself that patience may help.
I deny my heart’s wounds, yet tears reveal,
Every time I wipe my tears, my sorrows amplify.
O Distressed Heart
O troubled heart, please find peace within,
This world of beauty does not deserve such anguish.
God is capable of lifting your burdens,
He alone governs the affairs of His creations.
My heart is heavy, my eyelids are laden,
Holding secrets, sorrows, and tears within.
I sit among my brothers, feeling alone,
I fake smiles while my heart aches deeply.
When the World Feels Confined
When the world feels closed in on you,
Remember that what God created thrives in abundance.
Whether in comfort or distress,
Life’s burdens may seem unyielding.
Raise your hands to your Creator when you feel depleted,
And pray, for you are closer as you kneel in humility.
A Day Goes By
A day passes, and each one brings sorrow,
I end the evening in distress and wake up the same way.
They say relief follows patience; I say patience is hidden pain.
They claim loyalty is inherent; I assert that time is ever-changing.
O my heart, weighed down by grief, rise and fall,
Overcome your critics with resilience and wear a smile.
Bring me joy despite the harsh reality of time,
I promise to uphold my word and make an oath.
I will offer you a steady hand, unwavering and firm,
If creation were split, it would remain undivided.
Speak to Me of Distress
Speak to me about distress while I endure pain and sadness,
No matter where I look, all I see are my own troubles.
Speak to me of distress when I’m a bearer of deprivation,
For heaven’s sake, refrain from uncovering my suffering.
Please do not urge me to share; I am weary of silence,
Long accustomed to the quiet that resides within me.
By God’s knowledge, there is not a trace of happiness left in me,
And if I dare to smile, my laughter is intertwined with tears.
My life is a poem, and I am its poet, with my audience as remnants of humanity,
And my critics are a harsh time that fails to comprehend my writings.
I observe those around me; some are laughing, others are joyous,
But it is difficult for me to partake in their mirth with false laughter.
I can no longer deceive myself with joy devoid of colors,
My sorrow has not abandoned me; it begins to outline my endings.
My path is steep, full of wounds, and internally I am thirsty,
I wish for just one day to gather my scattered pieces.
I am a story fragmented and scattered in treacherous times,
I have learned to lose my smile and conceal the bite of my lips.
I write to you in bold letters, with an artist’s brush,
And I am both the loser of my signature and the prints I leave behind.
I will tell you of my distress and of my sorrows,
Rest assured, if I reveal my heart, you will beg for my silence.
Came Across the Street of Sorrow
I stumbled across the Street of Sorrow,
And found a lost dream, wandering aimlessly,
Searching through the remnants of time,
For a heartbeat stolen from my own sight.
It recalls memories of a world filled with anguish,
Turning pages long forgotten by the sands of time.
Moments springing from the well of deprivation,
That drown the heart in despair and humiliation.
A salute to the heartbeat of humanity amidst sorrows,
A tribute to the night of grief, with tears that overflow the eyes.
There is Hope After Distress
Indeed, after hardship comes relief,
So raise your hands in prayer and seek a thousand in hope.
Remember, you are being tested and tried,
By what you have of ease and hardship.
Everything fades, whether in sorrow or joy,
So when hardship looms, do not be troubled.
Do not allow the trials of time to weigh you down,
For the passage of time is inclined to dip and sway.
Embrace grace in every situation, even if
Hardship confines you; declare, “O predicament, be relieved.”
Express gratitude for every circumstance you find yourself in,
For there is wisdom in every matter laid before you.
Exercise patience with divine decrees, and refrain from despair,
Refrain from chaos in this world of turmoil.
Release your spirit from the prison of worries,
Your sinking heart might just find solace amid turmoil.
Perhaps elevation arises from the depths of decline,
And shadows of night may indeed have the light of stars in reserve.
Opposition exists for every opposition and may dissolve,
And the past must not intermingle with what lies ahead.
Oh, state of deficiency, I am not distant from perfection,
And the scent of musk stays within the thick blood.
Everything has a time when it blooms,
So do not be disheartened by matters that require joy.
Bear the tests of your Lord through existence,
For His argument surpasses all other proofs.
Cast away the pretensions that deplete your spirit,
And leave behind the habitude of chaos.
Remember your God in both secrecy and declaration,
You will be saved tomorrow from the flames and heat.
And in prayer find warmth, and peace be upon,
The Prophet, who is our enlightening guide,
As well as his family, companions, and all followers,
Wishing goodness upon them as fragrant breezes arise.
Miscellaneous Verses on Distress
- The world warns those who inhabit it:
Beware! Beware! of my wrathful retribution.
Do not be deceived by my charming smile,
For my words may amuse, yet my actions leave one weeping.
- Oh, how marvelously humans can be heedless!
Creating life with disgrace and humiliation.
I pondered the world, and it became a dwelling,
For me, akin to mere stopping places.
Every creation flows from the same source,
Where much and little are indeed alike.
I desire abundance and multiples,
Yet even little suffices when shared.
Woe to the inheritors; it seems to me,
Amongst them, I must be dissatisfied with my place.
Anxiously preparing to depart this world,
Ready to defend my honor from utter disgrace.
Yet when laid to rest, even the earth may turn its back,
And pay no heed to my absence.
- Take what you desire, for it is transient,
Unwaveringly, it gives and takes away.
Know that you remain exalted,
Among the heedless, seeking more.
Challenges are plentiful,
And pausing at uncertainty is indeed wiser.
Humility is crucial in all matters,
And when well-mannered, be just in your actions.
- O collector, heedless while time watches you,
Contemplating which door to shut against you.
You gather wealth; tell me, for what have you amassed?
O oblivious heart, which days will you drift apart?
- I have found myself in hardship,
Is there any guide to the way out?
How tiresome this world, which played with my fate,
Like the waves toy with a drowning soul.
- Upon observing the world through a troubled lens,
And a foolish notion with ignorant tactics,
I concluded; this is a world unlike any other,
And my competition within it is but hollow illusion.
I have wasted countless seasons ahead,
Amid fleeting days which are now rare treasures.
- I sought you, O World, and found only pain in my search,
Gaining naught but worry, grief, and toil.
I hastened into sin, never completing my remorse,
Fleeing from your grasp, yet flight was all in vain.
I have not discovered a fortune equal to contentment,
And carrying the burdens of desire is no light task.
- Whoever associates with this world is akin to a grasping hand,
On water, where fingers fail to secure.
- Perhaps a storm for one may pass,
Yet linger not, for it will soon calm.
Such is the nature of time in its transitions,
Some falter, while others stand firm.
Likewise, days, have an inherent pattern,
For they do corrupt what they cannot mend.
- Do not covet this world nor its dwellers,
Rather lament the good who gain not from it.
- Recall the great sins of the past,
For their multitude echoes in divine memory.
- Call the Lord of the house, the wealthy one,
Who gathered worldly goods with persistent zeal.
- Throughout their life, they bypassed the ultimate residence,
Comforted by hollow dreams until the inevitable came.
- They gathered riches but never consumed what they saved,
And built their abodes yet never resided within.
As if they were travelers in a fleeting moment,
Finding no rest, their journey continued.
- How many officials and kings lie within the earth?
And how many seem inconsequential, dismissed and obscure?
Reflecting on the graves of men in a fleeting moment,
Is there not a difference between the rich and the poor?
- What are time and days but fleeting thoughts?
A sorrow of loss or separation from loved ones.
Indeed, those familiar with life’s turns exhibit no fear,
For days shift with the unwise.
- Mortal existence offers no escape from death,
Which I dread, knowing what’s worse beyond it.
- When men increase their progeny,
They also witness their limbs grow heavy.
They are but crops, nearing the harvest’s end,
As the time for reaping draws near.
- No one remains safe from the passage of time.
Even if their protection seems robust.
For soon they shall vacate their doorways,
Finding themselves in a confined trench.
Surrounded by their rivals and their retinue,
Until the only constant remains death’s embrace.
And the faithful, all merchants, will scatter.
To your own self, strive for lasting happiness,
For each soul is bound to the fruits of its labor.
- Prepare for the world since you will not last,
Grasp its benefits while they are clear, bid farewell to fleeting pleasures.
Do not trust time, for in my trust,
I lost all friends and rights.
I fought battles with kings and left no foe,
Neglected their threats as notions of fate.
When I ascended to the pinnacle of glory,
And all looked up to me in submission,
Suddenly, fate dealt me a crushing blow,
And here I find myself alone in this pit.
In my ignorance, I’ve lost my world and faith,
So what remains of life now that I face demise?
- Where are the kings and their offspring? Who led the armies?
What a disgrace it is for their actions.
They passed their nights on high cliffs, guarded by mere hills,
They faced defeat as smaller men overcame them.
They descended after their valor, seeking comfort,
Inside a grave — how unfortunate is that descent!
Then a voice called, echoing through the ground:
Where are your comforts, crowns, and honors?
Where are the faces that were once blessed,
In front of which nice curtains danced?
For the grave revealed all when they were questioned,
Those faces now beneath the dirt, face transferred to becoming dust.
They once enjoyed vast tastiness, but now they are eaten.
How pitiful if you could witness their lives, friend.