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Sorrow Alliteration Poems | Alliteration Poems About Sorrow

These Sorrow Alliteration poems are examples of Alliteration poems about Sorrow. These are the best examples of Sorrow Alliteration poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

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THE LAST DAYS

The days seem to go by so fast. there is a void in the air, the birds have lost their vibrant beat, the ocean has lost its luster, the soil feels solid and dry.
 
My soul feels as if it has left my body before my death, my dreams haunt my day, the tears stain my steps, my doctor says that it is depression, I say that it is reality, I am intoxicated by society,I am numb by perscriptions.
 
Why do I feel so isolated within myself? is there no one in my painfully tight shoes? can anyone understand my pain? can anyone melt in my sorrows? why am I this way? why is the world so cruel? why can't I be normal?
 
Wait! I am normal, what am I saying, I know now, the veil has been lifted, humanity is my enemy, the sins that drip from their sweat, the dread that follows their shadows, their souls of black, their intentions of greed pull a shade across their eyes.
 
They are destined for doom, they will not be saved, they will not find salvation, they belittle me, they curse me, they shame me, but they are right about one thing, I am different, unlike them, I will be saved in the last days.


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Rain

A cloudy, gloomy, cool, rainy morning
Fresh, transparent, and sparkling,
Muddy dreams pouring and droplets springing
And all my things left in an open to get dry
Love, trust, life, joy and here is none to supply
I place not a blame
They art wet all the same
Found it interesting as a computer game
To see these teardrops of shame
Sorrow shared is half the sorrow
But I have the audacity to see tomorrow
Rain has seasons
And also reasons
To bind boundless
For with time it will be cloudless
To strengthen strongly
When the atmosphere is misty
And words exchanged wrongly


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Waiting---Alliteration


Wistfully waiting and watching at the window, wishing and wondering. Will all this wanting be wasted? The evening embraces my empty arms, and eventually the essence of exquisite pain exudes from my eyes.. Our fabric of our future is faded , the feature of my fantasy was fabricated from a fevered fight for a fresh start.. Oh, be gone you beast, bewitch another...I, a bystander now, bequeath this boulevard of bones, to a better belle than I..
For the Alliteration contest


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My Love

My love I can not find you anywhere, 
I feel like I lost my soul somewhere, 
because you are my soulmate, 
and us being apart can not be fate. 

You did not leave because you wanted to, 
It just was just something you had to do. 

I was not right, All I wanted to do was fight, 
and knowing you was the love of my life, 
yet I would not make you my wife. 

I know that's what you really wanted 
and now I am feeling haunted, 
by the things I should have done, 
and you being the only one 
I ever loved and will love forever, if it was'nt for me we will still be together. 
 
But you are gone 
and I can not go on, 
so I must say good-bye, I'm leaving myself to die.


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Garden of Agony in Alliteration

Gorgeous green garden
Filled with fantastic flowers
Three tremendous trees
Tall enough to hide tormented towers

There dwells a dark demolisher
In this garden, green with grief
Suffocating me in senseless sorrow
Being brutalized, my breath becomes brief

You might see many marvelous plants
But these plants grow a poisonous pain
Vomiting very venomous fumes
As agony fills me up again


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Innerself

He swifts on by like a moon lighted night. 
He shines bright for a moment in time. 
His arm's always open with warmth. 
His smile always bigger then everyone elses. 
His heart of rage and fire. 
He swifts on by, he swifts on by. 
Who will know the true man within. 
The man thats full of sin. 
No one can, no one can, for we are all just man...


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The messiah

they are confused i feel their it pouring out of their words as they spit cruel taunts at me hoping to get another reason to strike me father they do not know which the madness they bring forth they pull me high i feel a sharp pain in my hands they grow cold and limp their smothered in red ink pouring from itself they place jagged pieces of something on my head and i feel a warm liquid dripping down my face i feel my life draining i look down at my death dealers and forgive them as i pass on to see my father


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One Foot in the Grave

Old overworked aged heart
beating bravely without stopping
controlling carefully the rhythm of life;
the terminally ill man holding on dearly
amid an attack which can end in tears.

Weeping wife beside his bed
holding his hands tightly
wearily waiting the bad news.