Best Dreary Poems
Dark days end slowly before the light,
And shield a heart from love's flame, once warm.
To live in darkness, an eternal fight,
And shiver in the cold silence of its storm.
As shadows surround, start to confine,
Time moves without notice or understanding.
Black becomes the color of the soul's design,
Dreary the emotions, now demanding.
How long, before the sun begins to rise?
To shine on heart's shadows, growing small.
To chase dark days, unmask their disguise.
Rip away this dark,dark, covering shawl.
Trapped in this world of which I'm concerned.
Passing in darkness, time ever slowing.
Lost in rooms dark, where I've always returned,
Until the depth of my despair stops growing.
Touching each wall, hoping to find light.
Once more pain, I can't stand, can't breathe.
Darkness dwells deep into a seamless night.
A wound, continuing to seep through, Depression seethe.
Unbearable, I can't eat, can't sleep.
Again, I question the sun, how long must I wait?
Drowning under my tears dark and steep,
Torture becomes solid, enclosing fate.
Dark days, lounge every moving vibe within.
Burning and grooming self-pity and doubt.
Darkness betrays, portraying to be kin.
The only one who knows me, in and out.
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A poem for the loved ones we've lost.
I awoke this lonely, dreary, day
to all the clouds of steely gray
life's vibrant colors losing hue
with not but empty things to do
Till the rain falls in its contempt
To mock the many tears I've spent
its blurring haze caused disarray
Drowns the mind of things we'd say
Sat there by windows of the past
these things in life that never last
My broken thoughts, storm through
As I awoke this day still missing you
Did Pray on Dull and Dreary Day
Horn Hiaku
to God we would pray
on a dull and dreary day
gorgeous sky now gray
our prayers to God said
after that had gone to bed
fires we do dread
about worried much
police tightly clutch and touch
now walks with a crutch
with God we will stand
after He gave us His hand
Him we understand
is consequential
while having the potential
of being essential
Political activities taking place.
Jim Horn
~
When dreary days collect your heart,
to paint the sky a misty gray
And clouds before your eyes impart
the somber scenes in disarray
Remember there is someone who
will take your hand and lead the way
A friend to bring the bluest skies
and chase those dark clouds far away
~
Filled with empty sorrow
He dreads what’s to come tomorrow.
A smile on his face
You may think he’s happy but that’s not the case
He’s trapped in a room with no color
He doesn’t see why he should bother.
His family tries to intervene
But it’s not as easy as it seems.
A needle in hand he strikes another vein
It erases all of his unresolved pain.
His little brother and sister sit here and wonder
What’d it be like to have a clean brother
Winter morning - overcast skies again with
little hope of seeing the sunshine brightly
over head, a dreary and wretched morning. . .
longing for Springtime!
January 14, 2019
~On Pike’s Peak in moonlight as fog lifted,
the maiden of gloom appeared on her broom,
this witch I saw her as her dress drifted,
with multi colored socks and face filled pocks.
~The maiden of gloom appeared on her broom,
she did screech, “Aren’t I a great beauty’s peach?”
With multi colored socks, and face filled pocks,
I impeached gruesome, eerie, ugly, wench .
~She did screech, “Aren’t I a great beauty’s peach?”
I said, “Return to east, you gruesome beast!"
I impeached gruesome, eerie, ugly, wench,
as she wickedly danced the moonlit glen.
~I said, “Return to east, you gruesome beast!”
She hissed and she retorted , “I’m a beauty!”
As she wickedly dance the moonlit glen,
she hissed, she squawked, in the moonlight she mocked.
~She hissed and she retorted, "I'm a beauty!"
This witch I saw her, as her dress drifted,
she hissed, she squawked, in the moonlight she mocked,
on Pike's Peak, in moonlight, as fog lifted.
For and in Honor of Paula Swanson
And Contest: Back to Back
Dreary Day
Dr. James E. Martin
The day is cold and dreary,
The folks are growing weary.
Gone is the sun,
The frolicking and fun,
Many are now quite teary.
Dark as the sky who
Publishes stars
Reflecting the dance
Against a tangerine
Moon, longing for
Dawn and truth
Dark as the circles
Underneath sunken eyes
Who only see
Insomnia’s gloom
Coloring the night
In melancholy and dread
For moments of sleepless
Fists raised toward angst
Dark as the black
Cat who is haunted
By the shadow
Of superstition
Saying bad luck follows
One who sees it
Crossing their path
Dark as the fate
Of a lonely song
Drifting through the
Soul of one who
Knows despair - grief
And the grace that
Caresses the naked
Thoughts of a heart
Who releases
It’s dread to the
Lavender light
Of dawn
Dark as the forest
That breaths
Shallow breaths
Through dead branches
Of oak and pine
Leaves lost to earth
Where decay
Will offer grief-stricken
Pain to the waves
Of debris in hues of
Graying grim gorges
Dark as the pain
Winding it’s way through
Crimson veins
Filled with flowing
Antibiotics called love
Who hope to heal
The illness
Of greed, hate, shame
Dark as death
In its blackest
Cape of captivity
Covering the soul in
Misery and mystery
Mourning for music
That bleeds hope
Into the emotions
Dark as eyes
Twinkling
Delight from a place
Of inspiration
And insight
Into the gentle beauty
Of warm, wistful
Wishes
Dark caresses hearts
With clouds
Of reassuring prayers
Prayed with thanksgiving
For the waking moments
When rays of sunlight
Break through the
Doubtful darkness
In blooms of laughter
Brilliant and vibrant
As the light that lives
In the heart love fills
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April 21, 2021
Night market stalls
So much to see;
Feel happy daze
Curious eyes feast
Seek a fond buy;
Pretty things shout
Street food vendor
Pleasant fare delights;
Long queue waiting
Crowded street
Hawker offerings;
Brisk buy and sell
Waylaid by stuff
Hordes descend here;
Night bazaar tempts
Just for a while
Try buying happiness;
Walk the bazaar route
Street side beggar
Ragged marionette;
Selling tissue packs
Feeble old lady begs:
"Give me two dollars please..."
My wallet agrees
Caught in the act,
I sigh with heartache;
Old man collects discards
By this wayside
Beggar sleeps dreaming;
Sleeping in a warm bed
Chinatown detour
Sign of the times;
Lonely old folks gather
Faces from the past
Lingering here now;
Beyond expiry date
Sad and dreary
These haunting images;
Intrude upon sensibilities
My heart bleeds
Distressed by such sights;
Cruel squalor loiters
Time has excavated
Skeletons in the closet;
Revisiting old haunts
Now and then
Becomes by and by;
Broken pieces litter
Poverty speaks
In ugly tones;
Shady undertakings
To die is easy
Living is so hard;
Pain, suffering, disease
Oh my soul,
Let us go, you and I;
See better sights
Leon Enriquez
14 July 2014
Singapore
despair
dusts hearts dreary
draped in stark pain debris
that angst next dresses more hopeless
depressed
Dreary days are not so good , you would avoid them if you could. Dreary days are so lonely , you want to eat bologna. Dreary days are like climbing up a tree , it's not good for you but it's good for me. I sit at the bottom here all alone , waiting for you to pick up the phone. Dreary days are like these , why don't try throwing leaves. That is something for the eyes to behold , because when you throw leaves , you'll find a pot of gold.
As I lay here all alone
On this dark and dreary night
I'm happy to be at home
And tucked up nice and tight
I know I'm luckier than some
As I wish with all my might
That all my find a home
On this dark and dreary night.
On dreary morns when rain is nigh
I'm weary of the misty sky
when Autumn's season comes to call
and russet leaves begin to fall.
To Summer I whisper, "Goodbye."
The lilacs petals wilt and die.
Blustery winds cause me to sigh.
Can't cajole them to stop or stall
on dreary morns.
No slumber when things are awry.
Maybe an etching I should try.
Strumming my guitar won't forestall
time that now has come to a crawl.
Foul weather I can't mollify
on dreary morns.
Trees of a Dreary Autumn
Arabic poem by: Saad Yassin Yousuf*
Translated into English by:
Inaam Al-Hashimi (Gold_N_Silk)
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At a light
Said to be "dawn" We got to the shoulder of the Sea book;
Our wrecked boats were floating
As wood stained by bloody waves,
Heads of children slaughtered
By the voracity of a false
Prophet, Eyes yearning farther than the kingdom of light,
Wooden pencils robbed of their sun color,
Withered flowers,
Pictures of palm trees, standing
Drunk on the cliff, waving to other banks,
Butterflies that lost their color of light,
Remains of time,
Cut-off- ears and marks of defeat.
A beach shoulder crying over the nests of its seagulls
Mumbled:" A cheap spring
Is what the miracle doves
Have paid their throats a price for its singing!!! “
I loosened the ties for my steps,
But I stood as if pinned to the ground;
I tossed away the moment, in which I bereaved my sea,
And went on flirting with
The fuzz of my dreariness.
The couriers of death,
Still in haze black jackets,
Raised a mast stained with clay mixed in
Oil of desires;
It’s a spring chocked with the blood of flowers,
Smoke of the lost horizon,
Pirates and autumn
Branded with palms
Stained by the blood of a grassy dream
Beneath a cloud of straw
And ashes......
And
Trees
The sap rising in it stopped to green and give colors
To the branches of dreariness.
Oh! How reckoning troubled us
With all that comes with it;
The jars in its coffers
Are full of
Forgotten pains,
Fear of the moment,
Broken wings,
Songs shattered in the voice
Of reed pipes trying to play it,
And days of spring
That turned into
Trees of a dreary autumn.
***
Translation by:
Em. Prof. Inaam Al-Hashimi (Gold_N_Silk)
USA
March 6, 2013
* Saad Yassin Yousuf is a poet from Iraq
Link t0 the original poem In Arabic : http://www.alnoor.se/article.asp?id=204317