Best Forlorn Poems

Sitting on the cusp of dusk and evening
Placidly he ruminates where life has been 
When she still believed in vibrant springs
And exulted dawning of purple mornings
Echoing exuberance of seasons’ calling
Fragile, yet colorful, as autumnal leaves
Delicate, aesthetic, as snowflakes falling--
Until she chose to surrender her dreams.

Oh!...

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Death and Forlorn Time in the Shadows of True Evil

Death and Time holdeth onto eerie and most frightening shadows
Whilst pervading deeply within that infernal region where the dark  
Evil and uncanny mists occlude the terrifying presence of a great
Dark Doomsday cult of vicious and...

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The Face of Hope

The face of hope never masquerades in forlorn visages
Towering above spiraling pits in the dark midnight of essence
Breaks disingenuous chains of nightmare’s clutches
In bleak mansions of the dark moon to warm their hearths 
Refusing to prostitute possibility 
With poignancy that probes lost...

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Her grace, she moves in poetry,
Tread cobbled path of wandering heart;
She speaks in moonlight spirit,
Thine treasure chest come undune,
'Till I lose mine feathers,
Frozen by her sole divinity;
She, found to mine lost,
Twixt these street exile redefined by her golden glory,
pounding on my chamber door;
I must forego...

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i stand here
this dismal day
beneath the hues
of ashen skies
looking at these trees
still as bare as i
in emotions

i wonder 
if their roots
are as twisted
as mine
beneath
their earthen grave

do they thirst
for hope
forlorn
on the wings
of time

do they feel
the cold of winter
as it strips them
bare

do they hear
the rustle
of their old...

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Why can’t you hear my forlorn cry?
Its restless desire calls out each night
Waiting for you to answer it 
But you ignore my forlorn cry
Only thinking of your own self
Why won’t you answer my helpless call?
Its feeble sound grows softer each day
Hoping you will come to...

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Your life is a journey
Which will never wax or wane
A beacon of bottled moonlight
Anchored waves of radiant rain
There is no demise
Or salvation of plundered plight
Cast into a sea of superstition
In the depths of torrential night
Your life transcends flesh
That sinking vessel which we mourn
It resides in...

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The whole world is not enough,
For my overflowing sorrow to engulf.
The firm mountains could not shake,
By the mere quiver of an earthquake.
When my love could in half cleave.
Oh! My plight is too heavy to handle or believe. 
My heart burns like an inferno gyre
Consuming itself...

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He just signed a grand contract
in curves of ink I worship now,
memories of writing on frayed pages
fade with twirling winds of time.
Dark ages of catastrophic wars
lit by my poured hope in desk lamp.
His grandmother healed prisoners in pain
with their agony preserved in diaries,
legends, hope, lost...

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Haiku  Straying Husband

forlorn ice slit bedroom
frail flower between your legs...
ardor expires

Tanka   Stay At Home Wife

hours ravage ardor
supple sin envelopes grey
thick belly obscures
erotic athletes wrestle
loyalty in lieu of love...

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Somber harmony,
Melancholic symphony:
Winter sonata....

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To suffer from the heart’s demise, forlorn.
the truth sheds light on layers of lies, forlorn.  

I listen each day for the sparrow’s song,
yet winter brings the raven’s cries, forlorn.

Lord nigh, I seek hope only you can bring.
Distant smiles disclose my own disguise, forlorn. 

My...

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As dawn it roosts, to the early lids of my opened eyes,
Never ever has been a happy feeling pleasant comprise.
Quinquennium back I can clearly remember,
The morning’s plea scalds my thoughts like burning ember.

My blanket festooned body, on the bed it stirs & moves,
The immensity of...

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*Image of Tennyson Cross, Isle of Wight provided by Pixabay.

Forlorn Hope
Poetic Form: Sonnet

Divined amassed, thinly advance their scope
bloodlines warrant one soul's intended quest
persuades enhanced history, constants hope
pastoral guides sculptors essence is blessed

Readiness spurs insights, smoothing passion
unforeseen tests that fool-hearted, not them
their unbidden stare on death's...

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When someone feels alone, forlorn
Like the world has left them to mourn
The charming joys, the wonders born

Rousing a gentle fate

Inspired by gifts from hearts so pure
Lovely dreams, feelings who endure
The broken, worries so demure

Gentle that cannot wait

Struggles to go that extra mile
For the beauty of...

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