Bemoaning Poems - Poems about Bemoaning

... trickling streams   enlist fingers stroke translating silent stares script air bubbles soul skirmishes dying   and breath twitches her amort jabs shatter blind eyes soft breaths   lin......Read the rest...

...O to be a poet! What must I do? Need special rhymes I pursue… perhaps elegant forms transcending more common, like Midas touch words golden~ a poet’s Mammon! O when will an artist get h......Read the rest...

...Learning when/how to close seat then... flush... the toilet with good frisson! Bull leave me you, though how bison teen and juvenile from a sixty four year old married male no less! (alter......Read the rest...

...Hay the frog was pondering with strife How would he justify living his life? Would he be remembered even by his wife? His heart felt as heavy as a butter knife. Hay would not hop, croak or sing......Read the rest...

...In the darkness, all birds and bees and all angels here lie asleep. The twinkling stars look down bemoaning my plight, they frown Over the Panther that crawls above As black as night, upon the......Read the rest...

...Everywhere we look, we see a divide, as head destroys heart, trampling it to dust and paths of kindness, most of us deride, living a life unholy and unjust, oblivious to soul weeping inside, bem......Read the rest...

...Chicanery grabbed lustfully repeatedly - yup! While merrily bobbing along the boulevard of broken dreams, which in truth measured no more than a furlong think envisioning myself top banana an......Read the rest...

...Exonerating eyes that yield Upon the eyes of cyclopes, Bemoaning and rancorous enigmatic As we think. Ponderously, I swim to nausea, Galloping to forever dream. I see life in ......Read the rest...

...In that moonlit night, A nude picture hangout bares My bemoaning eyes, Showing raindrops. Soul searching eyes, Picking flowers and drinking wines Haunt me in the valleys of dreams, Images......Read the rest...

...I see the closet door and I hear the theme song to Shark. Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo The one they used to play on Saturday Night Live in the eighties. You know the one. I opened it once to......Read the rest...

...He didn’t really meet Sally as such, more she met him. He was walking down the High street when she tapped him on the shoulder. I’m in a real hurry, but your brother Tom says he hid your medal under ......Read the rest...

...lovely maiden will never be any prettier twenty-six, the age of the most beautiful she has no idea how lovely she is when she is seventy she will look back thinking how crazy it was to focus on......Read the rest...

...hello meet, welcome, waving, applauding, beckoning howdy-do, pleasantries, sendoff, sayonara forsaking, bemoaning, grieving h......Read the rest...

...Three in the morning and again I dream of waves and windblown sails, driving us on. A petulant ocean, its mood would seem somehow to echo mine, awaiting dawn. Tossing and turning, creaking and g......Read the rest...

...Pitifully, it seems my volcano has erupted—Somerset Mougham Awaiting ink and feather to perform, my volcano has erupted Gloomy den, I listen to crackling fire, nothing of worth to pen S......Read the rest...