Best Dearth Poems
He squats the entire day,
extending his empty cup.
Cold sweat oozing from the pores
of his slack bristly white face,
yet he crouched spiritless,
hoping for kindness to tumble.
Desire split his dry lips,
but he stoops without a murmur,
parting the busy shoppers,
roaming up and down the Plaza.
He makes rhythm with his cup,
a somber rhythm that plunges into the ground.
People pass by in a rush and ignore his plea.
Without warning a weight, falls upon his head,
and he collapses to the ground.
His weary eyelids stop throbbing,
the sweat drys up ,
and mercy plunges desperately
into his cup, but poverty stares.
©2013 Christine Phillips
Categories:
dearth, faith, pain,
Form:
Narrative
Go Get Help!
Look no further!
Off you go!
Lot less dearther!
Categories:
dearth, 9th grade, analogy, encouraging,
Form:
Quatrain
What really makes patients gasp for air?
How far blaming poor oxygen’s fair?
Go right unto root’s core
And a ship comes to shore:
Hospital bills do have giant’s share.
Still deeper should ye pore,
Bleeding cause comes to fore:
Dearth of hope and death-wish of despair!
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Happenings |21.05.2021|
Poet’s note:
One might feel that a limerick form for a subject matter so serious like this is not quite appropriate. Maybe, but I feel: one should not under-estimate the reach of limericks, extended as this one is or not.
It is a moot question, how much our hospitals and hospices, especially private, care to do all that would sustain patients’ hope, and less said about their bills the better. In the absence of the lifeline of hope, the death-wish of despair sets in.
Categories:
dearth, death, hope,
Form:
Limerick
The hour is late
I long to write
Thoughts are few
A long empty night
Over taxed mind
A writer's wage
My head is empty
On a yearning page
Perhaps, tomorrow
Gone, dearth of rhyme
As bard within
Urges spirits climb
Categories:
dearth, on writing and words
Form:
The Dearth of Bees
Spring, and pretty flowers have opened up, even those
that pretend they are not in a loving disposition.
Not many bees around anymore because of chemicals
farmers spray on crops many have gone metro and lost
interest, fly low over still water so they can admire their
flying skill, or sit on the sunny wall of my house full of
self admiration; some hang languidly around a honey jar.
The few that still take interest in beautiful flowers are
exhausted and drop dead long before the day is over.
Pretty flowers close petals over moist carpel and hope
for a better luck tomorrow.
Categories:
dearth, imagination, nature,
Form:
Blank verse
Dear death
I'm sending my condolence to you
I'm telling you that it is enough
You took my brother
Now you took my son
I didn't want it to come this way but I am tired
Let talk about it men to men
Dont be proud of your cowardness
Death you coming to an end
I dont want to see you again
You did try me but I'm not scared of you
God is with me
I trust him
He is my friend
Categories:
dearth, death,
Form:
Epigram
I make a mockery of the chasm
I exult in my sarcastic enthusiasm
The space between us causes
A sweet reunion amidst the pauses
I feel a vicarious, carnal avidity
Awakening within me a certain lucidity,
An impetus to slake my yearning
To adorn my heart with your returning
Though I know that after I ignite
I will thus extinguish my appetite
I seek such concupiscent opulence
For this room's two occupants
Though I know this oasis is transitory
It's still such a silken and sumptuous story
Categories:
dearth, allegory, girl, happiness, lust,
Form:
Rhyme
Accept me thus, I heard them say, "
Because I am lame
Crawling on earth and I am in
Dearth of legs ".
Ease my pain I beseech
Fame and riches I seek, to let my work and walk fix
Good for me, God loves me
Has he does to you men.
If I didn't help my dream
Jobless I would forever be
Keep me some time for good,
Lame me, leap you, life paints it look
Mind me to save,
Never let me away
Often I was lame, always I am tame
People drived me away, put me,
Queued me on a lonely way
Rather than help my aiming dream.
Show me the care, enough to rise me again
Turn ears to my humble cries
Uneasy lies me, I never want this
Vain comes my way, cos they say I'm lame
Weary but hoping to leave this lane
Xylophone has ceased to play
You, not a single like my name
Zephyr, being like you, could never ease the pain...
For I am lame.
Categories:
dearth, desire, discrimination, dream, lonely,
Form:
ABC
Your dearth made my eyes moisturize
Shroud me if you have no time to meet
My pulse has stopped by last evening
My body also will be cold soon
As the time doesn't remain same
Lets separate our ways
As we both needs it same
Categories:
dearth, body, cool, love hurts,
Form:
Free verse
There’s an omnipresent dusk
Hugging an antiquated earth
Whispering "dust to dust"
In the deserts of our dearth
Where was the morning mist
Billowing from swollen skies
Raining heaven's glory
Into the corners of sable eyes
When was humanity lost
To a thicket of omnipotent fog
Crucifying the stigma of wonder
Impaled by evolution’s final cog
There’s an infinite question
Roaming the halls of space
Searching for a tomorrow
That no earthly dusk can erase
Categories:
dearth, death, faith, introspection, life,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Death-strong! This scourge asphyxiating Earth;
Graves, flames, requiems and urns, these rites in dearth,
Corpses as sheaves, scythe trails bloodless casualties;
Time knells the toll and grimly mocks to pleas,
Shame born in guise of chaos for strong no more –
These pillars and halls until there be cure,
Lock-down! Proximity - The arch-enemy,
Scorn plays plaque, splitting lives in society.
Yet life now shows that all was a facade,
The fateful are as scared as the ill clad.
Caustic we as a cataclysmic raze -
Wrought warfare into love for human race,
Togetherness awakens the teeming throng,
Seven billion plus, we cannot be wrong.
Categories:
dearth, corruption, courage, death,
Form:
Sonnet
In one time I live in two worlds
Each part of me has its own curls
Both fire and ice run thru me together
Broken in two I live to gather
The skins that I ve shed
The feathers that I ve burnt
The lul in me fires both ends
All this in me keeps me wilder and warm
The day it all ends I'll be farthest from all
The skies will open their arms for me
Life that starts when the sun kisses your feet
The morning brings me to the heat that I meet.
Categories:
dearth, confusion, me, me,
Form:
I'm a living abortion,
If there's a heaven, I can't find my portion,
The world is so cruel and cold,
Therefore, I set up my own heat and remain bold.
My life is a cap to the head,
And a prayer for the dead,
Sleep is the cousin of eternal death,
Therefore, I refused to die in dearth.
I'm the manifestation of a study,
Facing different devils but remained sturdy,
I can't speed for cocaine and weed,
The combination makes my heart bleed.
The society made me reject my destiny and devour my fate,
I'm making a living out of the nasty life they gave me before it's late,
Patience was a virtue but I wasn't used to waiting,
Therefore, I weaved my soul to a cause without baiting.
Categories:
dearth, heart,
Form:
Free verse
Lately, it seems to be
there’s a dearth of poetry
on the site... else it's me
generalizing from scant experience
as I often do when feeling imperious
Categories:
dearth, how i feel, loss,
Form:
Rhyme
Theres all so much and so less in me..
My eyes and my heart
are but reckless youth
Shouldnt you wonder for a moment
before burdening it so
Quite a lot of you
Weighs my dear heart,
down like an anchor
Shame that it Seldom grounds
What that is about you
The pondering is long and listless
The something that gnaws at my heart incessantly and
leaves it all cold and in peril
Oh to gather you
and all your colours and rhymes
Till forever ceases, if i could
The smile such of
the breeze
in summers harsh beating
It hurts, this malady of hearts
But you just walk by
And i,
Have tides ,
ebbing back and forth my chest
Waves of bliss bidding farewell
Id clutch and grasp at the migrant waters
Theyd slip right out,
drag me behind
for just a little stretch
Then leave,
no words for the orphan at the sands
You're out of arms reach,
Sweet sanctum of serenity,
An island that dwells in dreams
And our destiny is
of the twisted stars
and a frayed red twine...
Categories:
dearth, cute love, devotion, loneliness,
Form:
Free verse