Best Bemoans Poems

He just appeared to me, like wispily curling 
Chimney smoke, 
One grim and early morning in the very midst of 
Decembers briefest days, on the highest slope,
Toiling through my daily round; where, slowly 
Driving up past the Whitethorn hedgerows to 
Ascend the snowy Heys, I...

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An ancient twilight tree now stands alone
with weakened cries of olden creak and groan;
winter’s rattling winds do rise and shake it - 

in stark silhouette shriveled and reaching
wizened limbs thirst for Mercy beseeching;
prides the deep roots he laid down that did knit -

Nature bemoans as...

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She speaks of trees in morning mist
A promise of leaves all color kissed.

Discourse in shades of russet tones
Her loss of emerald leaves bemoans

Her cadence heard in whispering leaves
With cooling winds she summer grieves

In mellow tones her course made known
She squalls till all her leaves have...

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When tons of doom filled nights fall on your head,
hot embers glow and fires burn unabated,
you recall her last breath and wish you were dead.
In a poem's sad lines you've been castrated.
From the heavens a voice thunders dire threats
about losses and breakfasts consumed without eggs.
Fumbling...

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Essence melancholic bemoans, echoing soul’s doleful cry
When clamors of unrequited love, earnestly amplify,
Bruised yearnings of deep desires, as lovelorn heart sighs,
For the longings of shattered passions, tearing her eyes.

Deep feelings of emptiness, no longer can she bear,
Burning with intensity, as wistful flames of rejection flare,
From...

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His home is beneath the theater stage 
Disfigured, he remains within his cage
Listening to melodies played onstage
Fills him with loneliness, not rage

Once a fine actor, the Phantom awaits midnight
To sing alone, so fear he won’t incite
For the “garish light of day” he finds too bright
When...

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Confined beneath the theater's stage 
Disgraced, he paces within his cage
Listening to music played onstage
Beset by abject loneliness, not rage

Disfigured Phantom shrouded by night
Once Broadway's toast, he sings alone so fear won’t incite
“Garish light of day” offends, too bright
As Christine sings, he bemoans his plight

Hours...

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Time
Nothingness in it belies
A continuum, uncanny
In all lives it defines
Love, hate, rage and litany

A motion on its own
Sweeping, inescapable
A yardstick mankind bemoans
Perpetual journey, irreversible

It’s life’s anathema
Yet it counts life
It’s a thing of enigma
That heaven had contrived

To it the mind ascribes
Its values and permanence
From these, it...

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Trouble, trouble stirs the wind
ghastly ghosts rise and ascend
	warty toads croak
	vile spells are spoke
witches’ covens evil intend

Burbling, gurgling cauldron hot
with purple vein, red blood clot
	virgins hopeful eyes
	fear and dread belies
throw them in and stir the pot

Screeching, screaming banshee songs
garish ghouls with pointy prongs
	mulish mummies
	reeking rummies
to...

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When silent tears of her aching heart fall
Cry of the lonely night is seldom heard
Muffling her sound against a callous wall	

Facing choice stark in dread of fate’s call
Alone she bemoans of dreams deferred
When silent tears of her aching heart fall

Enduring deep pain her emotions squall
Concealing...

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She was lovely, a beautiful kind soul, giving, loving, generous, but also apologetic for being alive.
Her light gray eyes danced and pranced, and her laugh was hearty when you got to know her.
Lots of people thought she should be invisible.
They wanted their garbage dumped, and...

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The Pied Piper from New York City – Part One

Dare his name be said?
I say, of course, Yes! 

The Pied Piper, himself, is the man, the myth, the legend.
And they, the so-called incurious lot of the hoi polloi in
American society, are the ones who accept...

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Winning the Lottery

Yes, I dream of winning the Lottery,
Hitting the jackpot on a Saturday night.
Oh, it’s so wonderful to imagine,
So, I cross my fingers and hold them tight.

Our George bemoans his bad luck,
All these years, not even a Tenner.
He told me that a couple from...

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Donald and Rosie
Took a public bath
She’d animate the bubbles
He’d sit and do the math.

They raced to the playground
Jumped on verbal seesaws
Up went their issues
But down came the law.

Hopscotch was so hopeless
A game of stark bemoans
Instead of tossing pebbles
They started hurling bones.

They drifted to a fountain
Dropped...

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Sorrow befalls me upon first glance

Heartbreak bemoans my shattered soul

Tears on my pillow bespeak pain in my heart

All for the love of a broken bowl

While memories may dwell in a fractured mist

And some will never be whole

No one if any will ever forget

My ode to...

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