Best Dolefully Poems
Upon the arc rises familiar visage of tenebrous dawn
As birdsongs protest, yet another day gone wrong,
In anguish of emptiness thrashing~ stygian, forlorn,
Screaming relentlessly of despondent, indignant void
Blasting his emotions, clasped in poignant thoughts.
Nothingness was the theme of his darkened night
That brazenly shrouded luminance of starlit skies,
As the waxing moon turned pallid, refusing to shine
And benevolence of Venus dolefully uttered a sigh
When dreams, too, acceded to nightmares’ assault.
Life has been a long journey, trekking hills of misery
In hollow pursuit of hope, always despaired trying~
Every forward step of progress unresponsive, lacking
To rescue him from oblivion, from gravity of abyss,
Where silence echoes fear, warning there is no exit.
He knows intimately, she too feels dread of anxiety:
Of ocean-storms unseasonably rushing summer heat,
Parching her delicate notions of blossoming spring,
Of harsh winters encroaching on her autumns fiercely;
Yet, she stands steadfastly, defying the curse of grief.
Prodding goodwill of divinity she tolls bells of harmony
Giving voice and meaning to life’s reassuring feelings
Clamoring for a day to brighten halo of their morning,
Demanding relief; with her clenched fists at the ready…
Forever, if it takes that long, to alter path of destiny.
December 20, 2021
Poem of the day on December 22, 2021
Placed 1st: Pick-A-Title, Vol 27 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title: A Shout Into The Void
Categories:
dolefully, anxiety, emotions, life, stress,
Form:
Verse
Forgive my fatigued fingers as they get lost in the calligraphy of your curvature,
Outlining a hypnotic silhouette so provocative that my sinful glances feel forbidden;
Remind me with a kiss from your frisson-infused lips that my heart roars untamed,
Echoing the passion-draped whispers of my breath as it fights your endless thievery;
Validate my delight to roam in the carnage of your eyes as you pierce my silent walls,
Evaporating the melancholy that dolefully drifts down on the nights we sleep apart;
Rare is the moment I'm unable to recall your dulcet ebullience as my eternal embrace--
Inside your petal-burst eyes is where the cozy warmth of love's inglenook keeps me safe,
Never deceived by swollen dreams I hear the symphony of your voice even in slumber;
Your starlit smile beleaguers wasted desires to lie hidden beneath a penumbra of sadness,
Opening the curtains to the wild tempest of a sun-splashed canvas dappled atop my bliss;
Unfettered felicity undulates tranquil waters ravaged by the rhythm of your sultry song,
Restlessly granting me the gallantry to traverse the infinite seas of our mellifluous love;
Evermore I promise to quench the thirst of your love in an incessant deluge of devotion,
Yearning for more than just seldom lipstick-kisses and annual candle-dinner traditions;
Expecting to burn in the scorch of your gaze I vow countless chapters of a fiery sunrise,
Scattered like the pencil shavings of love's unspoken story, written, forever in your eyes;
July 20, 2016
Categories:
dolefully, love, romance,
Form:
Acrostic
"Life is a song," I find it intriguing,
how often the roads we journey upon
allude to lyrics like variant moods of songs.
Some days I endeavor to sing,
but the words come out all wrong.
Orchestral phrasing holds no cadence,
no tuneful rhythm relegated to dance
when love has taken a clumsy misstep
in the melancholy realm of romance.
Every note is out of sync when played
if no harmony can be found.
I become dolefully dismayed,
afraid to hum a single chord
of mellifluous melodies I once knew.
Then, sorrow is my burden to bear,
weighing heavily upon my suffering soul.
Sunsets no longer hold interest for me,
so, I refuse to view them alone.
Hearing love songs I should be singing
sting me with maudlin emotions.
I'd rather listen to the trilling voices
of cooing songbirds and nightingales
instead of humming a song sung blue
when there's nothing left to be said.
But I would sing an aria ~ acapella,
my voice raised to be heard,
with every love song I could recall.
Each refrain and every romantic word.
I would resound each alluring interlude
with sultry yearning and desire.
When life if filled with happiness,
I eagerly light the torch on fire.
I would serenade chirping sparrows
who warble on my window sill
from the dappled dawn of first daylight
until purple heather shades of twilight.
And yet, I could not suppress the need
to sing a nocturnal lullaby
to lovely Luna, the luminous moon
and the radiance of each shining star.
Life is a song that composes its own music.
Everlasting love, if you take hold of me,
my only wish is to be where you are ~ eternally.
Categories:
dolefully, life, song,
Form:
Free verse
With a load of worries on your shoulders
You dolefully trudge on your path of life
Evading any ditches or impeding boulders
craving for a life free of stress and strife.
But then someone cuts right in front of you
Shoves his faith in your face and his views
And wouldn't let you be even on cue,
Sadly but the pestering just continues.
And for the fact, since the beginning of time
Priests and politicians have come and gone,
Yet mankind has kept on with his crime
So why not leave politics and religion alone?
That’s when I go crazy with a machete,
Hold me tight for I can’t stand steady,
Like to shred those goons like spaghetti...
Ha, I am shuddering with rage already!
~11/08/17
~Judgmental People and Haters
contest by Brenda Chiri
Categories:
dolefully, crazy, desire,
Form:
Rhyme
With a load of worries on your shoulders
You dolefully trudge on your path of life,
Evading any ditches or stray boulders
Craving for a life free of stress and strife;
But then someone cuts right in front of you
and shoves his faith in your face and his views
And wouldn't leave you be even on cue,
Sadly the pestering just continues.
Ha, since before the beginning of time
Many seers and prophets have come and gone,
Yet mankind has kept with the sins and crime—
Why not leave religion and God alone?
That’s when I just go mad as a hornet
And feel like gutting them with a hatchet!
"Mad as a hornet" contest by John lawless
Categories:
dolefully, anger,
Form:
Sonnet
The year 2000 about to done with,
and only the Atlantic Ocean divides us.
Now around me the snow falls.
If I could see you in months,
I shall turn the months in snowballs.
All January will sever me,
A step more- February will brush,
March will bring you closer,
Spring will remind me of you,
May-wreaths will bind me,
and...Denmark not far away in June.
Oh, How would it be?
After such a long wait,
How would I greet thee?
But Alas!My boat was on a smooth sail in June
Undaunted to find the land
to sow the seeds,
but missed a little rain.
Unlike Columbus,
dolefully sailed back.
What was to turn to reality
became a distant dream.
That dream stays with me
altering the colour of emotions.
The love remains well,
The rest is unsavory.
Indeed misery outlives the joy
Denmark remains a distant dream.
+++++++
November 30, 2014
Form : Lyric
Contest: Waking Dreams by Gautami Phookan
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October 31, 2014
Form: Lyric
Dr. Ram Mehta
First Place Win
Contest:C'est la vie by Judy Konos
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April 5, 2014
Form Lyric
Sixth Place Win
Contest: Many Miles Away by Roger Horsch
Categories:
dolefully, love, me,
Form:
Lyric
I wrote my hubby a little note and this is what it said
Be home early tonight, I’ll be waiting in our bed
I put it in his lunchbox and sent him on his way
Hoping he’d be home early so I would get a lay
The day passed by so quickly and I was ready for some action
Put on my favourite negligee to spice up the attraction
But hubby was nowhere to be seen and I was feeling sad
Wondered what had happened – hoped it wasn’t anything bad
Hubby came in at normal time by then I wasn’t in the mood
Didn’t you find my message I shouted I felt like being rude
Message he said what message, and then I explained
He looked at me dolefully his face was looking pained
He’d put his lunchbox in the fridge and left it there till lunch
Grabbed it out the fridge and on sandwiches he did munch
His colleague had an identical one I guess they got wrong box
Hubby said his mate was like a greyhound of the starting blocks
Jan Allison
10th July 2014
Categories:
dolefully, fantasy, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
I APPEAL ME'LORD
Litigations against me
Carnal sins counted thrice
Insanity, sterility, concubines-
Concocted, hence
Baseless.
I can sing,
ëEvery night in my dream
I see you, I feel you
Thatís how, I know you
My heart will go on, far across the distance
And spaces between usí,
Celine on cape, dolefully.
I pray on my knees
My daughter, my blood
Honest to wedlock.
I read with reverence,
ëAsathoma Satgamaya
Thamasoma Jyothirgamaya
Mrithyoma Amrithamgamayaí.
My Pranam to Sun,
ëLet your rays be my guideí.
Plaintiff and accusations-
Why, why, I falter
Falsification of life
Pushing me, a muscle storm
Perched on unreachable heights.
I appeal Me'Lord
No bats with wickedness
No crooked defamations
No fake witnesses
Creep to your desk.
Let her place before You
Cool !!! CoolÖÖÖ
Her wish to move to poles different
Separation
Lift the pendency.
My flesh trembles,
Iím afraid of judgements.
I bow my head
Put my thumb.
Shower justice to see my daughter
Once in a year,
X-mas eves
When reindeers draw sledge
When Santa calls
My child and me
At our door-
I succumb
I yield
I fix my thumb
On my fate
I yield ÖÖ
Categories:
dolefully, depression,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
A Mother's Goodbye
She clutched the triangular fold
of white stars on a blue field
as she stood on the hallowed ground.
She sang dolefully, with a reverence
that shaped the tremulous tone
of her weary, aging voice.
Her song was thinned by despair
yet was thickened by the memory
of all the years of his youth.
The words drifted on her voice
like curling leaves on the water
of a swirling, muddy creek.
The damp forest absorbed
the resonance of her lyrics,
as if fearing an echo might offend.
When her song ended
its mournful cry was answered
by the plaintive trill of a meadowlark.
She knelt and touched the stone
marking her warrior's place in eternity,
and whispered goodbye to her son.
Categories:
dolefully, bereavement,
Form:
Free verse
I first read Lord Byron's poetry, after a love was lost.
Each of us going separate ways; sorrow, the high cost.
Byron wrote of his grieving in 'When We Two Parted,'
of how lovers might leave off; both sadly broken hearted.
He expressed his time of "silence and tears," endured
for years from the one he'd loved, and of his cold cheek,
the one she'd kissed with soft lips, the one that had allured.
His verses written in poetic words; ones he could not speak.
He wrote of affection lost in the sentimental poem, 'The Tear.'
How the name of his loved one, his heart shall always revere
and loathed the last look he took as she slowly turned away.
Byron lived with romantic despair; his Sonnets woefully convey.
The woman he loved no longer walked in beauty like the night...
'She Walks in Beauty,' is perhaps the most famous of his writes.
His appreciation for love read in, "A heart whose love is innocent!"
But once lost, the stars are veiled by clouds becoming imminent.
I reference a lesser of his works, for it's become my favorite one.
'Remind Me Not, Remind Me Not' made me feel dolefully undone.
He penned, "those beloved, vanish'd hours my soul was given thee."
Bereft but "may never be forgot," though their loved ceased to be.
He dreamed the love they'd shared returned, but that was fantasy
and swore his love would not fade. In his heart it remained reality.
Final lines, "Can still a pleasing dream restore," instead of being forgot?
If hours we had together are gone, "Then tell me not, remind me not."
Categories:
dolefully, lost love, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
There's not a cloud in the pristine Colorado sky,
But for a myriad of feathery contrails left by airplanes flying high.
I wonder from whence they came and what are their destinations,
As they form arrow-straight patterns of many variations.
They're probably having lunch now, the proverbial pretzels and coke,
The pilot ever alert with steady hands upon the yoke.
What a view that must be from thirty-thousand feet,
Especially for those lucky folks who have a window seat!
What dramas, I muse, are being played out among those aboard.
Some read, others snooze, others keep glazed-eyed seat mates bored!
Harried moms trying to keep their kids from going berserk;
Stressed-out business travelers poring over reams of paper work!
A lonely soldier at a window seat stares dolefully out in to space,
Holding in his heart the memory of his sweetheart's last embrace.
A newly minted grandmother whose face is just a-beaming,
Going to see the new-born babe for whom she has been dreaming!
With clenched white knuckles, tense first-time flyers abound.
A newly-wed pair exchange a kiss, not caring who's around!
The silvery jet speeds upon its way, the contrails dissipate,
With travelers anticipating joyous reunions awaiting them at the gate!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Categories:
dolefully, imaginationgrandmother,
Form:
Rhyme
The verse runs down the stream
Dolefully, paintings your
Soulfully, I’m intrigued
Severely, like my cat!
The music resonates
Painfully, story your
Disdainfully, we talk
Sinfully, like the moon!
Your love drips wet like rain
Silently, our love-making
Violently, we now stare
Intently, at each other.
Intensely, let us kiss now,
Fiercely, like the sun!
-Pin Dew (02/05/2017)
Note: Experimental Sonnet- The rhymes and para-rhymes are inside the poem, and the meter is Iambic Trimeter.
Categories:
dolefully, i love you, kiss,
Form:
Sonnet
You
seldom
appreciate me and
take for granted; Oh I am
always here. my presence is never
missing. Unjustly I may not always be where
you want me implanted. Readily I mark the passage
of time ,never dismissing. Sadly I am forever a coward and a
traitor. Hold my traits, whether good or bad. Also I was with you
alongside the creator;Dolefully I pledge my allegiance till your end I might add.
On and on you continue with your disregard,
While I sit complacent amidst
your vanguard
Categories:
dolefully, art,
Form:
Shape
This tediousness of life and all
LIFE: that sinful lady
who gambols and whips her watery gown
and whispers those most secret secrets
whose cosmic kiss dances so infinitesimally close to the eardrum
but never encounter
How it all bores me
this whining, day-to-day existence of nihility
forever to hopelessly and helplessly wander this whispering life
a trivial splatter
an insignificant speck upon the all unimportant commix of man
impatiently awaiting both life and that deathly slumber
A yowling pang of pain that plagues the soul
brought on by some humanly mutual silent rebellion of the heart
some umbriferous desire to veer away
from that road of we to that moonlit path of I and alone
to endure the hail of individuality
and the impeding squall of worldly foreigner
An incessant haunting that shreds the heart
from that honeyed canticle sounding from the stars
which the heart is doomed to eternally hear but never fully be
a swaying, smirking, glossy-eyed, universal promise
that beckons the anima farther and further from animation
and the consciousness close to that miserable fault of misery
So...felicific facades must be withheld
to unceasingly veil the devil beneath each pearly wink
a mere life merely spent in maintenance of jocund fancy
how dolefully and darkly we all seek Heaven
better we learn to take Hell with a smile
Categories:
dolefully, deep, life, loneliness, society,
Form:
Oh, there are some hurts that nobody reckons
when a rush of rage, pain and revenge beckons
about a wanton act of mayhem and spiteful action,
In the silent nights it beckons, oh how it beckons
belying my irenic ideals, beliefs and just conviction.
Hesitant and much fretful I stood at the threshold
of a cordoned off bloodstained room, dolefully cold,
at this time a most dismal of moments and piteous
to wrap my head around this grim spectacle I behold,
My beloved and I lay bleeding—murders most vicious.
To find the one who committed this dastardly act
I vowed to exact vengeance, unravel one sole fact—
Towards my wife’s unfaithfulness was my hostility
It’s I who staged this scene of murder-suicide pact,
my suspicion was not without merit of her infidelity.
~5/12/18
~Premiere II contest by rob carmack
Categories:
dolefully, love hurts,
Form:
Rhyme