Best Drear Poems

Grim fog, I praise the shelter of your drear,
the sundown ghost morose not grandiose,
I walk alone - but, no -- with my despair;
a bittern bids...

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I shiver tears.
My joie de vivre;
summer esprit’s lemon zest,
lilac flirts and coral whispers 
have escaped me ~
grievous gray 
now flows through my veins.

I shiver melancholia,
entombed...

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If I don't write, I'm doomed to die
and lie beneath a wordless sky
A silent corpse, unseen, unheard
alive yet dead-  is that absurd?

If rhymes don't...

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On pensive planes of wraith-like existence,
Are stoic shadows feigning affection;
Crimson lips of withering consistence,
Have lost their craze for craving confection.

Tear-filling prisms tilling a rueing sphere,
Pathos...

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Things that seemed poetic were always sad,
though I yearned for sparkle
and my dad's guffaw, which never came.
Familiar things were always drear --
repeated motions in the...

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In mournful shrouded clouds my darkest mood does dress
in desolated winter drear no spring can bless.
Your death did steal my breath and heartbeat like a...

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She doesn't think herself as beautiful

but there is magic in her eye

my head is always spinning

every time she walks on by

her gait is smooth and...

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I want you to feed me my only fear,
to make a ritual of the ruddy rain I hear
deluge my dreams with Love's broken mirror,
our inspiration...

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Dark Earth Folds In The Heart's Red Bloom

You and I and all we do
Know not, til our hearts are through 
The press of life, what...

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And now, it's here- that day, austere,
     when from your lives, I leave with drear,
      ...

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it's not the same anymore
this is a haunted place
all the living
happy and smiling
writing a pretty line
feeling sublime
but....it's a ghostland to me
drab
drear
desolate

poets I used to know
those...

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I eat upon a creaky table
   and think in quiet realms,
   sleep I will on some luminous cloud,
   wonder...

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...inspired by 'Science-Fiction Cradlesong'
        by C.S. Lewis


Were we to try for heaven,
by dust and stars be riven
to lust...

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I looked out to a morning drear

Nothing there to cause me cheer,

But when I looked outside again

Upon my gate there sat a wren.

God bless this...

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Someone is knocking at my door
The night’s cold, my world’s dying and drear      
It’s Good Joy. Cheers! No more, no...

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