Best Bereft Poems

If I could no longer write poetry, I'd have no need of hands, 
nor eyes weary from weeping, a heart that lies broken, 
and a soul dead from mourning.       ~ by poet


I heard the faint echoes of scurrilous snarls,...

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Written: January 20, 2024
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Weary of heartfelt kindness,
on rugged slopes,
Charming and brilliant,
will fall back into darkness.
Yet they suit rose and oak,
I survive,
Mates and minds meet on Earth,
Mingle...

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I heard echoes of scurrilous snarls, 
from my conscience as it spoke
contemptible remarks aimed at me.
What shame those words delivered.

"Fatuous one, why does your hand quiver,
mimicking trembling lips of a child in fear?
You dare call yourself a poet, 
but you're nothing more than a joke."

Guilt,...

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Priceless pearls scattered as the necklace
Was snapped, ripped away by greedy
Hands, envious of your sublime beauty
And even gentler encouragement. Bounc’d
Every one of them cross cobblestones, cracks,
And down the storm drain irretrievable.
Holding that golden empty promise string
Your fountain of tears so scalded my soul.
Could I but...

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Like squeezing and gripping
a handful of sand
Your love dropped through
the crevices unrhymed

Defining our feelings
with each orphaned word
Lost in the random
—abandon of time

(Dreamsleep: December, 2024) 
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And ever above,
clouds of sorrow
assemble in thunderous ranks:
a surfeit of threat
and gloom.

And ever below,
unhappy footsteps
surrender rhythm
to unyielding pavement—
against a gray and endless plain.

Who but a fool
dreams that sorrow
can be bartered
for kindness and love?
The beggared soul abides.

And, in his eyes,
the ashen world
grows, blurs and overflows
to run...

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When I lay my head to sleep
Dappled moonlight shines down
Whilst gently, softly I weep

The furrows on my forehead as I frown
The fear i'll die alone, forgotten
And in my sorrows drown

The thoughts I have are rotten
Like a heart of stone
So ill-begotten

I must not die alone
Bereft of...

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Boorish hater of light.
Bashful, burrowing soul.
Baited with putrid smells,
Bereft of colorize.
Basking in dirt and damp.
Baying at sounds above.
Being ... once a human....

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Here cries a young woman who recently lost her friend.
She was angry with her friend; she scolded her rage, her rage did end.
A voice from the dead said: ‘‘Friend! I know what I did was a great mess;
I’m sorry –and to be honest, I wouldn’t...

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I stammer and stutter
Trying to find words
I am all muddled up
Tongue-tied
I guess I am dumb
I just can’t seem
To make sense
To you what I mean

Am I wired up wrong?
Are my wires crossed?
Do I have wires at all?
What are these wires Doc.
You are putting on my head?

I...

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loneliness is a period
without
a full sentence;

it mirrors a riverbed
that once
knew water.

loneliness is like a dried
empty egg shell
that has lost its all;

you were the watered
sentenced yolk of my life
and i miss you so dearly....

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Your silence
casts a shadow
your stillness
is my weakness
your pallor
leaves me wretched
like a fallen leaf
prostrate with grief
I lie, by the tree
which gave me life

My senses 
are dulled
Time is relentless
Tomorrow I walk
the slow path of sorrow
Near to me still
yet already lost
you lie
and my wishes
are dust
at my feet...

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Like the wind on my cheek,
Life passes me by,
Unlike my pain,
That wants me to die.

Grey skies turn blue,
The winds pick up,
It's life again,
Waiting to be nuged.

My candle flickers,
In the dark I sit still,
I see the soft light,
On my windowsill.

The morning is near,
There's winds blowing in,
I...

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pen in hand with the
intention of writing a
haiku or tanka
but nothing is forthcoming yet 
no inspiration occurs....

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The flipside of the day
Brings a lot of melodies
Of painful journals
At most the moon and stars are dead
For those eyes that lament for the beloved
The breezy sound of the wind
Doesn't bring a beautiful song of serenity
Instead a tune of sinister
Darker than the night
Because the lullabies...

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