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Below are the all-time best Morose Man poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Number 2

Fair was she, whose nature’s proudest beauty 
Of irises brown, and hair darkest hue 
Winter soon wilt, reckless what bare eyes see
Dare look at her, with love slowly brewed 
A need be called forgoes a need too dwells
My voice, my visions and my leisure fold
Below thy chin, summer’s gentlest did well
Breathe me grape wine sweetest of ages gold
That fairness fallen dawn casts on her breasts
On unmoved ground, o’er aether brightly shines
She lies still, while pedals dance on her dress
Body autumn entangled in pale vines
As if beauty would flee in false manner
Then it should be given a fate sweeter

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Number 3

Upon the leaves laid road, make sure we’ve passed,
And we’ve, with no trail imprinted behind
I wonder how long since ‘twas beheld last?
That barren road’s deserted by its kind.
A leaf so torn reaches beyond its way
When we’re only destined a half worn day, 
And destined might we, withered our dismay.
Somehow I know where would emerge a gate
In front thus lays -cold and vile- wise man’s grave
In grey stones, deformed visage, voice anger.
Whereon inscribed:” All hope’s eternal laid”
“Eternal” etch’d; should it last forever?
Because time flies, my friend, surely does fast
Upon that endless path, again we’ve passed

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Number 4

“Moron”, O I speak thoughts of days have passed
How reckless was I, foolish words ran wild
O flee fast time, let the memories stay last
O Fate through looking mirrors pendent vile
That sneering viper, distorted visage
Dare lay its eggs in the presence of grace
Made barren these chambers, bleak and lifeless 
“Idiot”, sounds resonant, brought and fazed 
“These loving eyes,” she then speaks, “Dare they glance
At some-faulty-where, cast them on my lips
Follow their movements spare no passing chance
Hear these words and then forever instill:
I’ve granted you my life, my heart, my Love
Let not your Heart be vexed by those thoughts ‘bove”

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O Dear Me,

O dear me, dear me
O death has come, he 
waits patiently by the door
I try to pretend as if
nothing has happened
as I lie upon the floor
O dear me, dear me
I thought all that matter
should matter no more
for Death has arrived
and he's awaiting 
right beside the door
I did my best to outrun 
him, by lying on the 
floor. Had I done that 
before
Surely Death wouldn't
stand there and laugh
his soul out right on 
the gloomy floor
O dear me, "dear you!"
He says, "Dare thou not 
deceive the presence of
Great Death, for I shall
drag thou away in
My shade!" 
"This is a good night,
would you not agree?
I have come not to 
judge nor to execute,
Although I did come to 
bargain a little favor,
since thou did try to
deceive this Great Death" 
"O dear me, dear me,"
I says, "What would it be
that little favor thou said?"
He then replies: "Sit beside
me, frail creature of Earth,
sit beside me and dine with me
on this moonlit sky, as I 
have wandered this plane 
for aeons before Time
And Time itself can't even be 
certain, so dine with me
upon this great Moonshine
and never shall thou see me
again!" 
O dear me, dear me, 
Passage of moments streamed 
so fast, while I sit beside
his Great Death, I fall slowly
into deep sleep, and never shall I
see him again.

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Number 1

Passing I alone through this Stygian wood
Quite alone, with ghastly breaths travels ‘long
In my heart, bleak darkness resides for good
Comes much bleaker by the hours bygone
That; and lo, desolation trail in sight
And the birds stopped singing and flew away,
At eventide, cold frost bleeds side to side
The fog embraces the mute folks who stay
Whose smoky whispers, their presence erased 
I don’t care if the ground kisses my feet 
And blesses me the sight of forward way
Yet this darling dolor could make me plead
It’s good to know a step guides another
Then comes mournful twilight, the roads diverge

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At Peace

It is quiet night, that I can hear – a quiet night,
Darkened, that I can see, it is a cloudless sky.
My feet are dirtied from the sand they land,
My eyes are wide open, and so are my hands.
Now I have reached to a common man’s cave
Whence suddenly hear the crashing of waves
Clashes of the sounds, they fight for the lead
Even the soothing wind soars like a beast
Peaceful rest comes by the strangest of ways
It never does occur to me on one of my days
I close my eyes while the others are dancing
My heart is clear; the quietude is enchanting
Then I see an old man by a burning bough
He’s desperate, to cope with the forlorn cold
A moment of peace the heat could render
At dark, he last gains some sense of comfort
He’s left his soul while the fire’s burning still
This instance passes an echo of the unfulfilled
The dancers cease their dancing and rejoice
When their eyes succumb to the empty void
Tonight’s, I feel, somewhat a kinder night
So, I saunter along the rising tides
I’m at peace, just one night, also quite dazed
While the moonlight shines on a cliff ablaze

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A Bird

I am a big bird
I travel the sky
Be the bird that flies
I’ve winged o’er the Earth

I’m now just a bird,
But I’m caged a cage
My heart ‘tis skewered 
Wherein Life once graced 

I still am a bird,
Whose chest still pulsates 
In dark the fool prates
To the bird once was

Be gone, oh my love!
O dream flight has gone
Man have I become,
Who fathom the Earth

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Under the Glass Moon Eyes

Upon the porch overlooks the stellar way, 
Nothing but darkness, on the great stellar way
Over the dead sky, pendent hang cold bright Moon
To warn whoever to walk and lay down soon

A lone stranger comes to us, when gloomy day
Then stops by the old porch, in tattered array
Enquires softly what hour should befall the shade
I answer him, though was quite dazed and confused

“Good traveller, to tell you, I wish I knew
To say with certainty, reach the House of Fate
On this stellar way, we live only by day
By night we’re lost in the winter Gods forsake
Under the Glass Moon, we seem to loose what’s right
To the joy we haven’t and the tears never cried
All there is to us, but a moment delight
The blood horrid became the pleasure we’ve desired
Dear stranger, to be honest, if I could tell
 Under its pale eyes, we seem at lost ourselves”

“Under the Glass Moon Eyes we sure lose something
It’s not of ours to lose by the moonlit ground
I have noticed sooner darkness’ a becoming
From chill night, a warm shelters hard to be found
Ere this forlorn cold constrains me to callous weight
I must ask whether your kindness ‘d let me stay
For weariness’s had my visions worn and blurred 
This journey of mine shall see no end, I fear
The storms should come, perhaps at distance closer  
If I could burden you till morrow comes near?”

He stands there long, in silence, gestures bemused
“Good traveller, to tell you, I wish I knew
To say with certainty, reach the House of Fate
On this stellar way, we live only by day
By night we’re lost in the winter Gods forsake…”
“Under the Glass Moon,” he mutters, “comes the shade”

The drifter then looks into his dread, vacant eyes;
Their emptiness accursed shares the endless way
“Never again!” linger on those breathless sighs
And into the dark night, his twilight steps fade