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Personification Sorrow Poems | Personification Poems About Sorrow

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Bloody poppies for a milky dove

I'm but a frail bird, tasked to bring hope and spread peace. How shall I fly high in the sky with such a brittle burden! My heart pounds in dilemma like a ping pong ball as I release my wings in the air to take a flight in the height of a dark sky. As dark as it can be, above me, the cauldron-black sky with scary scars of blazing explosions emitting blinding light. Beneath me the brazier ground groaning with an outcry, shedding tears of sparks that vaporize into nebulous smokes. In between is the whizzing of weapons, excreting smokes and urinating radiation that smothers the air with brutality. Warhead rockets, firing aircraft, missiles, bombs...stoke the fire of war for the sake of supremacy by killing morality. Shrills of ruination buried under the roars of madness spree while the two-legged demons having a bloodbath with big guns. Colors of bliss faded away and helpless time trying to flee as achromic misery taints moments with grim stains in gallons. Ember red blood is the only bold color that flows in streams dyeing the soil and water with a stench of rotting death. Once cultivated verdant fields are now burned into coal seams. Marred by violence, houses crumble like ashes in hearth. Such horrific images I see all around me as the hearth of fierce war burns with glaring flames and crackling noises. I fly, hover and fly with my singed wings as there is a dearth of safe shelter; my exhausted body trembles with fear. Would I be able to stop the war? I questioned myself with fear. Quite a hard-hitting answer I received in the form of a bullet that pierced my heart and I fell on the ground with tears. From my smeared blood, poppies bloom around me as I die.
Date : 11/12/2017

Copyright © AFZAL NUSKER | Year Posted 2017

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The Leaf

The leaf has fallen from everything it has known
The wind of despair drags the leaf aimlessly
The leaf can not find refuge from its tormentor
The Leaf begs for mercy

Withered and dry, as others float aimlessly by
Wishing for their company, wanting a friend
But, only receiving an evanescent try
Oh, how fate does not bend

Envy the evergreen
They dance with the wind of melancholy
Never falling from grace, never losing to nature's game
Why are they immortal when the rest wonder the earth alone until death

Crumbling, the wind does not stop, nor does it care too
Falling apart, the earth's soil reclaiming me
Fading away, is this peace, or is this just death
I am lonely, afraid

Copyright © Trevor Barnett | Year Posted 2013

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Cry Of A River

There in the trigger
Of Africa's gun,
Lies a giant river
Rich in culture and wealth.

There's a loud cry
From that river
For an answer
Why she ceased to flow

There's a loud cry
From that river
Why she is
Now filled with tears.

There's a cry
From the fishes,
That has nothing
Nothing else to eat.

There's a cry
From the river
Drenched in her own
Fishes blood.

There's a loud cry
From the river
That has no where to flow
And her pride lost long ago.

There's a cry
From mother fish
That just lost
Another fry.

There's a cry
From the river
That has been abused
And caged.

There's a cry
From Nigeria
For a reason
How she became this.

There's a cry
From the people
Whose pride
Are battered and shatterd.

There's a cry
From the river
Asking how
The rain never falls again.

There's a cry
From an old mother
Who has just
Lost her last child.

There's a cry
From this poet
For a reason
Only heaven knows.

Copyright © Toheeb Tiamiyu | Year Posted 2013

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Reflections of a Mirror

Reflections of a Mirror

You examine me as if 
I am an answer-
As if I am the answer.
You search the reflection
Of your own eyes as if
They can tell you more
Than I already have-
But the answer 
Is always the same
As the question;
I'm only repeating back
What you've already
Told me-
I am only the echo
Of your own
Mirror image...
You look at me and see
If you can't defeat
The compulsion to call me
A liar, then at least
Fight against the impulse
To break me under 
Your fist-
I can not fix you
Or myself,
So try to resist the 
Urge to scream at me
When I can't tell you
What you want to know-
Are you trying to
Test some misguided
Hypothesis that if you 
Show me 
Enough of your soul,
I will crack into 
A reflection of
Your heart?-
Is that why you
Let me see you
When you are too
Ashamed to lift
Your face to meet
The gaze of 
Anyone else?
I have seen you
On every sleepy morning
That came to soon,
And every Friday night
That couldn't have
Come soon enough...
I have seen you
On nights when
You are lonely enough
To look at me and 
Pretend that the face
You see behind the glass
Belongs to another 
Human being-
I have seen
Your tears falling thick
Until the surface of 
My glass and your cheek
Are like synchronized
Window panes pondering
Every hesitant smile that you
You have tried on for size,
Before asking me
What I think...
But I am not an answer...
Only a mirror.

Copyright © Cameron Hartley | Year Posted 2014

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The frozen senses

The frozen senses

The frozen senses, lives again
With a sunshine of hope
Over it, making each pain
Active again, and the fears door ope.

The twinkling dreams which are
Ready for show, the blushing delights
Reluctant, all the years near and far
And all the lows and heights.

Zeniths of glories, ready
To motivate, the disasters of past
Ready to teach, the victories steady,
Failures fast, all are ready to teach at last.
                                                                            Akash Sangwan

Copyright © Akash ripper | Year Posted 2014

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                                A word chosen from prejudice,
                                Something meant to seperate.
                                A word so complexed it serves no justice,
                                For its root is love's hate.

                                It has the meaning to divide the mind,
                                Just as its divided us through time.
                                Generation by generation it shows its face,
                                So to destory the lovers of faith and grace.

                                Its the profiler of colorless hate,
                                Denying those their proper fate.
                                Eliminating the will of others,
                                Causing one to disallow further.

                                Racism has no partner or friend,
                                It always plots to the bitter end.
                                From land to land it spreads
                                Like a weed it moves till things are dead.

                                Its a blackness that seals,
                                Making promises and bad deals.
                                Overspreading a man's will to fight,
                                Taking an taking with its genocodial might.     
                                Racism provides no morals or support
                                For its gender is white/black consotrs.
                                And when rebillion marches against its will,
                                It finers new ways to legally kill.

                                Killing those who defy its plan,
                                Confining them for taking the stand.
                                Yet the power of racism are but heard,
                                For its useage is but a simple word.

Copyright © Michael S. Johnson | Year Posted 2014

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Uneasiness or pain, due to loss best describes my existence,
My name is Sorrow and though many try to avoid me,
No one can keep their distance.

I live strongly in the families of Malcolm X, Dr. King and JFK,
Some use me as an inevitable excuse to escape the every day.
I will never die, though people kill themselves for me to continue my mission,
Whether you be rich, happy, beautiful
I strike you in any condition.

Like a common cold, I don’t disappear, Im just dormant
But happiness is a medicine, not a cure
To strike you, I need no consent

Copyright © Doreen Wright | Year Posted 2012

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A Tree That Crumples

I am deceased;
  I perished that day.
    Nothing is left of me,
      I left myself behind.

      There is a new somebody
    alive in the husk
  that once belonged to me
and uses cartilage and skull.

      In death a torment would have ended
      that carries on now
      No flowers on my shrine.

The berth where I was found
no place of pilgrimage.
A tree that crumples
in sorrow.

      Its green petals encompass
    the last of my claret,
  spilt in love
for those who loved me.

I bend down, grasp
  this dry red earth.
    I dig with feeble fingers
      a small hole.

More I do not need.
Sprinkle some water,
and hope one flower
will one day bloom.


February 23, 2017
© Darren White

Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017

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Wrappings long have been trashed 
A few nics encompass some character 
Sunlight drenched a deteriorated discoloration 
But still bravely I'm standing tall

Dark eyes forlorn for affection
As time's quickly winding down
A misfit struggling for acceptance
Watching others merrily marching on

Basement bottom feelings placate
Another piece of lead has broken off
Retired metal wheels of destruction 
Soon to be lying in a cloud of dust

Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2016

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Scratchy darkness wraps our souls
Leaving us with empty goals
Sorrow sadness without controls
Road of our lives filled with potholes

Boils in our hearts about to erupt 
Leave our minds filthy and corrupt 
A life so sharp, blunt and abrupt 
We might as well press self-destruct 

Smooth sorrows like roses wilting
Love’s altar jilted tears dripping 
Lies, deceit and fear a woven quilting 
A parquet dance floor awkwardly tilting 

A hungry, cold homeless cry
A frozen tear as a final bye
Soaking wet blankets high
This promise at birth just a lie

Faded moulded dreams decay 
Stone the bastard he is gay
That’s that Old biblical cliché 
Let’s not wait for doomsday 

Copyright © GERT WEWEGE | Year Posted 2016

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To My Soul

Broken, beaten, humbled is my name.
No words to speak, I have little strength to stand.
I am without passion and my hope is faded.
Outwardly I am walking, but without purpose.
My heart can speak, only one word.
Sorrowfully, I scream out “why”?
Why, has my passion died?
Why, has my hope gone cold?
Why, has my vision gone blind?
My soul is sick, it is diseased.
It is plagued by a lack of desire.
My zealous ambition has disintegrated.
My eyes examine my soul; disgusted by such mutilation.
My nose identifies its odor; a repulsive stench of melancholy.
My ears hear its weeping; a wailing of unfathomable sorrow.
My tongue tastes its vomit; a repulsive flavor of discontent.
I am broken, I am beaten, and I am humbled.
To my soul, I ask why?

Copyright © Jonah Guinn | Year Posted 2016

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The Candle

On a cold and dark night

A lonely candle shining bright

Dispelling the darkness around her with light

Hoping someone just might

Talk to her and ask her how she feels

To help reveal the sorrow that she conceals

The sadness of having no one around

The feeling that happiness can never be found

Wishing that she had just one friend

One with whom she can spend time and relax

Before the flame melts up all  her wax

But alas, no one was there to be found

And a strong wind toppled her to the ground

Breaking her to pieces and ridding her of her light

And there she lay lifeless in the cold dark night

Copyright © Charles Abraham | Year Posted 2017

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How you scurry,
On legs eight
Your eyes, many.

How you pick a corner,
Weave a web thick,
And wait.
For your victims, bounteous.

Copyright © Jamie Kehoe | Year Posted 2010

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What did i do so wrong
my life was never a flower or a song
why did you hit me so much
shoving my face in your crotch

i was just a little boy
and i became every-ones toy
at night i cry because i cant tell
just trying to be loved, but oh well.....

all i ever wanted was to belong
always tried to be so strong
this house, that house
bullied for listening to Strauss

i went to hospital for a long time
no-one called or cared a dime
my soul was empty my heart was breakin
i hoped someone loved me but i was mistakin

i found love in a man
and my life just began
then he was taken by a woman in a car
that emptiness left a great big scar

then i found love again and what she gave
a boy and girl, with my eyes, and i felt safe
my life was great i still love them all 
but you ended it, it was your call

so here i am left all alone and scared 
can this damage ever be repaired 
there's this hole in me, i call emptiness 
which i have tried to express

every-time i want to tell you i break down
i want to be strong but now i'm more face-down
i'm becoming a great pretender
with my life line so tender

i'm told every pot has a lid
do you think that is for me forbid

Copyright © GERT WEWEGE | Year Posted 2016

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The lady in black is my worst nightmare
She comes to me in daylight when I am not aware
She has an affair with everyman
But yet she comes to my life and leaves with great despair

She loves me
And I am afraid I will never love her back
She visits me often when I least expect it
I have great hate for her
But I don’t know how to express it

When I’m enjoying my sleep
She wakes me up to reality just to see me weep
She pushes me in a pool of tears just to see me sink
And rapes my mind so that I don’t think

Her name is sorrow
And she promised that she will see me tomorrow 
She never breaks her promises
She lives by her words 
I have tried hiding in many places
She keeps finding me and defying me 
A chance of trying to escape her miseries
Someone please help me, I can’t take it no more 

Copyright © Edwin T Molosiwa | Year Posted 2017

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A Friendly-Snake

A Friendly-Snake

As I loved to sit in the mountain
a strange snake appeared
with a long tail
red eyes
big head
but a smile on its face
but hopefully
I began to smile too
it approached me slowly
I moved backwards slowly
beginning to doubt
as its long tongue was out
it kept its smile
I smiled
yes, I began to feel comfortable
but uncomfortable at the same time
it smiled
I smiled
I took it home
to my own personal house
it felt at home
enjoying comfort
the snake began to look at me weirdly
I realised it was not a friendly-snake as I thought
I was deceived
I was made to believe
but devil himself
it chased me away from my very own house
it took over
to rule
I now stay outside my own house 
because of fear
fear of this dangerous snake
unfaithful snake.

Drencho POET Loads

Copyright © Drencho POET | Year Posted 2017

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i know nothing about limits but i've had as much as i can take
a wont resolve to stay afloat does not a sailor make
the mist off lake perception invokes an ever daily rain
that flows into misconceptions of my ever growing pain

a wanton need to stress the ice and a due desire to sink 
sends me out into the firing line to find a quiet place to think
i so badly need a better way to find a better way
because it's changed the way i think and it's changed the things i say

i haven't always seen the trains that have caught me on the tracks
and i haven't always seen the difference between illusion and the facts
that's why i don't like much of what i see and i'm afraid of what i feel 
the horsemen hunt me every night and they couldn't be more real

it's clear the shadows in the smoke aren't quite done with me just yet
and my dreams will remain as memories that they see i don't forget
i've found penance in perdition a way to pound my weary head
every run amongst the wolves could find me howling or find me dead

Copyright © Twitch Sway | Year Posted 2017