Alas Poems - Poems about Alas

Tho' not with a dagger in the library nor candlestick in the conservatory someone done the dirty deed and yet of bodies none were found perhaps the evidence had been concealed interred deep down underground so no one's doing time it was eventually revealed for the heinous crime of thuggery and skullduggery terrible as it may be where the skeletons are buried only the gravedigger knows and after...

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Alas to write of love and loss and death Should cause us all to savor every breath And yet we squander time and precious ink Commenting on the thoughts that others think For thoughts are woven from recycled thread Rekindling the life of things for too long dead Cause us to search for long forgotten tears For thoughts of death awaken all...

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Alas, old blog, thou dost baffle me Art thou a banjo short a cord An off-key piano, tortured A homeless cat meowing in the dark A shaken not stirred literary libation Advertising the talents of its writers Redundantly raucous rhetoric Echoing down a dusty corridor Gathering the featherless dreams Of forlorn and wingless words ...

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When them hate Don't work They start Creating scene Seeking others attention Either for applause Or to ruin another person reputation. Acting selfishly Creating scenarios We the villains Them the victor Telling what's not true Disunity them agendas. Their messages Disunited many Setting the city ablaze Many were scapegoat Leaving them traumatized Hurting another unknowingly Without empathy or sympathy Alas, None a born...

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It was a teacup of pleasure, our brief encounter, just a flight to Brazil. We talked, we laughed, ate, and had a nap. Then, we experienced a series of air pockets. Afraid she turned on me, hugging me tight. I felt her lips hot on my cheeks., till all was calm Her head slid onto my shoulders as she slept, I smelled a...

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bestilled heart's voice of the veil ~ wept instill a heart's voice of solemn grave...

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I wrote my obit today. And why not? Everything's the same. In the past ten years. Nothing has changed. Alas, no one gives a damn. Anyway....

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In the heart of inner wanderings hides, alas, a tormented soul, Wilted by anguishes woven at the edge of the mind, where the thread breaks. In verses, the silhouette of an overwhelming sadness takes shape, a landscape made of lead, Carrying with it the bitter taste of disappointment, a sheathless sword in the chest of time. Why do you...

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Alas, sweet Muse! How I desire, and burn, to sing a joyous hymn no less, no worse, than the most happy hymns in all of verse! How I as well so oft' long for, and yearn, to be inspired, have breath once more return, ...

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Precious treasures achieved throughout my life-long journey are preserved in my heart. Alas ! My heart ! I will have to leave...

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"We've a choice, it's up on the board." ... "Be quick and write it down." "Do you have it?" "Yes!" ... "Well, let's be away from here, time's a-running." "There are too many eyes and too many else ... let's move on." "Here, by the clearing ... now give it here, let me have a look." "Just as I...

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I sit and watch at the end of the day Hummingbird moths in their silent ballet On fiery blossoms, they flit to and fro Among lantana in the evening glow Reminding me of how I long to be A kindred spirit, fearless and free But alas, I lack the grace and the wings The courage and wisdom and all the other things....

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In service my heart as it cries for love; What shall I do I am in remorse mode; Beating ever sweetly covered in blood; Tangent dreams of ever falling implode; Eyes catalyst broken in heartache blind; Heart can't sight where my malignant head is; Those screams of brazen swollen eyes inclined; Heartbroken beating no wise appears gives; Solace passionate joys flooding over; Challenge...

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Alas, I thought you loved me But you did not in reality I know for facts that you love money Success, my dreams, and property. Yes, you did not love me Because of the fashion you reacted When you and I were in need of the almighty money Oh! You became wicked, kooky and swollen-headed. For some alien reasons, you thought that I...

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Alas poor April you have shared your showers Providing for May her gentle bowers Awakened the dreaded Dandelion Set their generation’s flyin’ Yet still you chill the evening’s mist Warmth and cool in midnight tryst Scent the air with daybreak’s dew As travelers friendships renew So sit, be still, know all is well As April bids its cool farewell Of diamond dew on Spider’s web As...

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