Best Gloomed Poems
Often I wonder, is it worth it
Opening my eyes to blurred red numbers each morning,
broken lines of early hour countings,
as gloomed darkness peers through streaked windows
and dusty mini blinds create silent wooden horizons
Groaning, upright now on the edge of the mattress…stretching,
rubbing my face to remove the remnants of last night,
shoving aside the warmth of my faded flannel blanket,
then finding a cold floor giggling at the touch of my naked feet
I recall the dream, my last moments of sleep…weird…real feeling
Aerosmith, a souvenir stand in Wildwood and an iPad
Sketchy but still there (and I wish I were too)
Don’t ask….
I can hear my dogs grunting at the foot of bed
(Probably chasing raccoons in their heads)
What a life, eating, sleeping, no need for love (in that sense),
just a nice pat on the head every once in a while satisfies
Sometimes I guess that is all it takes, all we can hope for…
Still sitting here, yawning…thinking…
Why do I do this each day, every day, the same routine,
the deepest rut, like tire tracks in fresh mud, straight, never ending…
Then, as the tiniest glint of sunlight sifts the tenebrous room
I think of you…my happiness, my everyday purpose and it all becomes clear
Smiling now, I stand and greet this brand new beautiful day…wide awake
Often I wonder, is it worth it...and then I wonder why I wonder
Good morning Soupers
Categories:
gloomed, good morning,
Form:
Free verse
The Rocking Chair That Keeps…
Up in the attic, there’s something or someone
that keeps creating an eerie, dreary air:
for the darkness is greedy
as it smothers a world of mystery,
a century of family history,
all boxed and cased
in a crust of rust and dust!
Pictures of Dad as a sprightly lad,
Gran with no wrinkle, just a youthful twinkle
and bits of me bagged and forgotten.
However, it is the empty, rocking chair
that reaches out with a squeeze of….. unease.
Yes, up in the attic, there’s something or someone
that offers, a bite of fright and a dreaded dare:
as pipes snake into secret, cobwebbed lairs
and wooden beams stream like overhead train lines
while the excitement of discovery hides in the past.
But it is the empty, rocking chair
that grips and grabs at my attention
as I sense ‘something’ harbouring its wooden frame.
Oh yes, up in the attic, there’s something or someone
that keeps, nudging and grudging with a gloomed glare:
the room suddenly trembles, my heart holds tight
but it’s only the wind galloping by at night.
Immediately a watery giggle,
gurgles the length of a pipe
increasing my midgets of fidgets.
I turn and an aged mirror offers a face of fear
but I breathe again – for it has only borrowed mine.
Up in the attic, there’s definitely something or someone
that keeps, me uneasy, even queasy, each time I am there:
for the darkness is greedy
as it smothers a world of mystery,
a century of family history,
all boxed and cased
in a crust of rust and dust!
But now…. something far more shocking,
a lone rocking chair that keeps.…rocking!
Ian Souter 2025
Categories:
gloomed, mystery,
Form:
Rhyme
I often sailed in stormy seas
Against the fiercest winds
And often pleaded on my knees
To blot my woesome sins.
But sweet days would desert me
And sadness would blow a soft tear
The silent nights would greet me
With the bitter notes of despair.
For in the sultry spring she rose
To welcome the day with a sad sigh
Away from me,oh there she goes
And left me gloomed to blasted die!
For days of old my spirit sprung
That fulgent joy,that loving grace
That her tender heart had sung
To save me from this life of waste.
For she gave me a life of meaning and I
Through my darksome life of vain
Would but these few memories ensky
Where the ancient Gods have lain.
Now this may be the last poem I write
And the very last breath I breathe
But today I die for a love so right
As the amour moon recede.
Categories:
gloomed, lost love, love, sad,
Form:
Rhyme
A Wish
For children sired from out of wedlock
Roaming the streets, begging for alms
With weary eyes from a day’s plight
To get their crumbs and spare the night
For girls robbed and sanctity trampled
Buried in rut, and scared to move
Spurned and cast away from home
With queuing lads to buy her form
For souls scorned and gloomed
Who live a life of doom and misfortunes
May find their life at the end of the fork
Espousing all strength, and daring to move.
Categories:
gloomed, sympathy, life,
Form:
Quatrain
It was a day in the season of mists,
All were rejoicing as there came the day of feasts
Slowly and steadily the day approached
And my mother sat concerned on her couch
She sat there for hours lost deeply,
Not able to understand what could be easy?
As she carried me in her womb,
The atmosphere remained silent and gloomed
But my folks thought it’s a boy,
And rejoiced, rejoiced and rejoiced
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Chorusing and dancing in the breeze.
How would I know I was not the one?
That they were chanting for the one to come,
I slept peacefully in my mother’s tiny room,
Dreaming about the forthcoming joy that I presumed
And slowly and steadily the time arrived,
When everyone gathered for the boy they idolized,
Crimson flowers, blueberry blossoms,
All seemed to dance in the stardom
Alas! Came the doctor out of the room,
And marched forward to proclaim the news
And soon the glory turned into a thick-skinned despair,
As if a silent war was declared
My mother laid there like an oblivious host,
Unable to utter what was lost
And everyone glared at me completely hypnotized,
Whispering about the girl they despised
There laid the baby with round black eyes,
And hair so beautiful yet intensified
And suddenly, out of the blue
Someone shouted from behind without anyone's clue
Ah! How beautiful she smiles like an emblem of happiness,
To my surprise, everyone came out of their nastiness,
And rejoiced to the glory that seemed endless.
Categories:
gloomed, birth,
Form:
Monorhyme
I am not a hue or visual impression experienced in direction
I am not a negative connotation that stains an imagination
I am not a known falsehood in propaganda to create an opponent
I am not a tragic time embarrassing the damaging nature content
I am not a rain cloud in a psychological atmosphere
I am not a curse bursting out of sentimental fear
I am not a tactic or an ingredient of destruction
I am not a secrecy unknown or inexplicable in expression
I am not a witch craft associated with human skull
I am Black, I reside in the beautiful
I endeavor to liberate this existence out of the panorama of life
I no longer can perceive this existence of my being as a gloomed failure
Categories:
gloomed, imagination, sad, sympathy,
Form:
Rhyme
Upcountry sky gloomed darker, charcoal
as the end of summer sparking fall.
Any ridgetop beckons lightning –
distant thunder – or was it applause?
For she was strapless, bride-white lily
dancing past us
as they silhouetted into sunset,
sparkling rosé sunflare below clouds.
Categories:
gloomed, wedding,
Form:
Verse
Believe it or not
He swore by the day he sighted the earth
This step he took
Was not aimed at piercing anyone
But to show his appreciation
At exactly the time (or on time)
Had he known the blessed wouldn't be pleased
With this gesture
He would have
Hands down
And waved for naught
'What are my mistakes'
He asked
Cos his heart is mixed
This mind is now full with mix feelings
The memory of strange letters that gloomed at his eyes
Believe it or not
He had never wish for anything
If nothing will make him live a simple life
And meet his Creator in good shape
Then he will be satisfied with that hope
Than a hope of something
Where he wishes for nothing
A.O
Categories:
gloomed, change, community, confusion, death
Form:
Free verse
There is a sublime pool of intersecting streams.
I wade that wet like watermelon's green.
Citrulline el citrine my cisterns be clean like the water's Maxwell.
The soul is luminous and gloomed by the taste of tart nectarines.
Ascorbic acid redox action.
Black berries and raspberry pi passions.
Anthocyanin dismutation.
Resveratrol is my midas touch; I turn water into a flight of Pinot noir and charcuterie plush.
I see your face and develop a crush.
I may improvise on your liquid piano a null note to Chopin.
Masquerade with a mask made of fluent time before the sluice is opened.
Lift my grail to fill of all with these mulled elixirs; to place in a potion of pairs.
Drop just a dram of it's dole on the serpent's forked tongue so that it's venom may be squared.
The juice of a dragon fruit dragon.
Take just a drop to succus for a homeopathic.
Used to incant with living spirits a sanguine pima mater.
It sweetens inside it's menstruum; imprinting it's mark in the water by delicate radio wave resonance.
All to be nestled in the sublingual space of an atoned tyrant.
Vitalized by the fruit's likeliness to my draconian ward.
Reconstituted by the essence of what was once the fruit of knowledge before.
Ripened, to a pursuit of love inside it's holon core.
Categories:
gloomed, analogy, hyperbole, imagery, metaphor,
Form:
Free verse
when feeling so gloomed
when feeling so doomed
when feeling so scared
when feeling so dared
there's someone who cares
He's in our heart
He's in our touch
He's in our faith
For He listens
to our cries
to our wants
to our needs
So come
and praise
God
{Amen}
Categories:
gloomed, dedication, faith, family, children,
Form:
Diminished Hexaverse
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the sorrows of how ,
and the me grown ,
finds
the arrows of die .
me gotten and may a bee for
gotten ,
the glotten and the why
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gloomed where the feelings felt
are,
and the almighty looked
a being liver ,
and the sanity upon once had I
compassed my the had
is a killing dance .
Categories:
gloomed, loss, sad, sorry,
Form:
Melancholy should belittle gloomed sentiment coursing amongst my veins
Depression’s spontaneity constricts thy soul
Wearily fighting encroaching tears
Lend me a hand, heart, or prayer
(It’s not an easy road America)
Categories:
gloomed,
Form:
Free verse
....I wish it never happened
On the first day of our story, the future seemed so bright
Written all over your face was a happiness and joy
Your smile was a touch to my heart which left an imprint
All the good times we had are my best memories
The end times reminds me of how you stood by me
Happiness joy and love was our fate given gift
You kissed by the book my love
Your words were a composite of love, joy happiness and strength
The look from your eyes made me strong
...But my love...
That was there up until nature fall us apart
The transformation of your code the a monster’s
Your serum lips now spitted python venom
Flame of hatred gloomed in your eyes suddenly
It was never your fault my love and will never be
Myself I blame for my unsatisfied eyes
...Collen gaga
Categories:
gloomed, betrayal, break up, lost
Form:
ABC
Crippled by a serious deformity,
And imposed masterly inactivity,
Gloomed by utter poverty,
Many wail in anguishing adversity.
A waif, a forlorn wanderer,
A clueless shipwrecked brother,
A totteringly striding blind,
A helping hand is all they need!
Not for the riches, not for the power,
Not to revel in Heavenly pleasure,
But to them, my help, mirth shall bring,
Hence O cruel death! Hold back------
Hold back thy venomous sting,
Hold back thy venomous sting!
Hold back thy venomous sting!!
Categories:
gloomed, death, devotion, education, inspirational,
Form:
A dance with unspeakable joy
Loud laughter of peace
Amidst the jagged edge bounds
Down the unnerving hallowed
Grounds of death he fell
Painful touch of a blessing divine
Ambitions tide gloomed with deceit
Gone with the wind a beautiful dream
Precious life, delicate life
The untouchable sword of farewell
The fading light shot diamonds in his eyes
A painful long kiss goodnight
The helpless figure dying to survive
Too good for the world, too long to last
A lasting song of eternity
Tears of a painful truth
Daddy, daddy, wake up
My weak beckoning voice
The half-closed eyes full of love
A love that will last
He was indeed going home
My best friend, my father the hero
I will keep you here in my heart
For now and for all eternity
Fare thee well.
Categories:
gloomed, loss,
Form:
Ballad