Best Despairingly Poems

Broken hearts
begged light to brighten broken hearts,
the frozen and forlorn
beckoned despairingly for warmth, solace,
and begging was answered, at last.
Unforgiving and radiant
he always came back
from behind...

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"melliflous birds are still cooing in the forest of my amber dreams " (by poet)



a gift from my father - on the first day of...

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All she wanted was love, but he
forgot the dreamy days of yore.
Gone were those sweet caresses,
Gone were the walks hand in hand,
Gone was any passionate...

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Free At Last

How I wish one day just wake up to lie down under the rain
In the dessert, watch an apparition of water and discover...

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I have danced while music played,
and smiled, although despairingly,
through tears at smiles not meant for me.
Both soft eyes, though brown and drab,
have strived to glitter,...

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Gazing into a clear lake pool . . . 
I saw a reflection of my life before me.

The gaze and what I saw depicted ....

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In one sense,
the Cafe CoOp
started as my therapeutic retirement dream.

But,
in quite another
the CoOp goes back to when I was eight,
and I thought,
assumed really,
everyone indulged in...

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THE CRYSTAL PALACE


The gods awoke, as they occasionally do,                ...

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Darkest night and longest hours:
Hours to labor and
Hours to trip in the primitive ooze of repetition
Hours to catch up or trade for spare minutes,
Hours with...

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I said to my son,
He said back to me,
To be honest with us,
I'm worried

We want to be happy
while bypassing disciplines of left-brain healthy
is not too...

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Far off bathed in hazy blue light,
Reaching and hugging clouds real tight.
A soft and peaceful landscape scene
How romantic it all would seem.

Sunlight casting patches on...

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Deliberation about courting death rooted
throughout mine psyche fueling sinister chortle
at least since bout with anorexia nervosa,
but... maybe ginned blood,
sans umbilical cord transfused in utero aortal,

though...

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So these bruises you left still linger here, confused and bitter, hovering fear, trusting sincerity whispered in my ear.

But it’s me that believed truths that...

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We are sullenly mourning
For security from the demoralizing night
I am despairingly probing
For mercy to carry us back to our divine flight

We are all wishing for...

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As I stared despairingly at the transom,
my daughter declared, as she gave a smile winsome:

“I wouldn’t stand for such a name, if I were Janell!
It’d...

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