Best Gloomily Poems
Twas darkness upon the quietly residing heath...
And deathly was the sullen red sandstone tower...
Standing gloomily inside the masons dry-stone walls
Amidst toppling granite slabs and the faded, wilting flower.
Solemn was the chime of the hollow, mournful bell
When tolling out on midnights grimly sombre hour;
And thinly the swirling, unearthly mist
Did so wend abouts her silent, melancholic bower.
Where from a fronded yew of venerable years,
Besides ancient trunks of ivy-entwined gnarly oak,
A chilling screech from a sudden ghostly apparition...
Summoning upon waking resident souls - did thus invoke!
For pale his form in soft white downy flight...
But none paler than that of me...
As across from the stream, held by an unblinking stare -
My shaky fears are transfixed so unnervingly!
Oh wise old feathered sage of long owl-lived age,
Unctuous incumbent of learned perch within black night,
Allow this the moment to calm my pounding heart...
And catch upon my fleeing thoughts - after such a wicked fright!!
The mischievous Sandman runs a con game each night
After all the youngsters are safely tucked away
He dances into my room like an elfin sprite
He seizes my hand, tries to lure me outside to play
Then he’s bored on my shoulder at the computer
Threatens to throw pixie dust into sleepy eyes
Quells my muse like a discourteous intruder
I’ve attempted to handle him with a compromise
Just let my muse roam free for a couple of hours
For at this time of night, fantasies flow smoothly
But he feels the need to boast of superpowers
And when I ask for time, he glares gloomily
It’s three in the morning and I should be asleep
This nightly visitor has grown to be a pest
Distaste continues to grow for this pesky creep
And the sandman scowls when I say, “Give it a rest!”
*Entry for Deb’s Fantasy Land Contest
April 29, 2011
I have a picture of a barren land,
a moldy tree devoid of fruit and leaves.
Above the moon amid clouds rise gloomily
as no rays reaches the muddy land.
Look behind the tree, you'll see me there.
An evil stench carried on the night breeze,
sounds of horror coming from the dead
as clouds hide even the small consolation
of the rising full moon, yellow and bane.
Virulence rules, malevolence masters.
The breeze turns into a whipping wind
moans of ghouls and demons uncouth,
peace and common sense buried in the mud.
A cat named Satan walks up to a tree,
Scaly, sallow skin, corrugated and cold
evil eyes, oozing blood, look balefully at me.
Yet I am strong, I never give in.
I fought the inner demon and I won.
Tribulations come our way,
Temptations come, temptations go
for God will always care for me.
alone, forlorn, lonely
with a heart darkened by sorrows
I felt my thoughts become like arrows
Piercing through my lost happiness
Lost and abandoned by pleasure
My feelings were like tears falling
On the heart that beat gloomily within
Reminding me that I was haunted
By failures, faults and flaws
Desolation weakened my hopes
shouted through the silence in despair
making me aware that I was without a chance
of finding the answers to soothe away my pain
Vanished were the dreams that breathed light
Into the blackness of a mournful night
Leaving only tragedy in hues of silvery gray
And feelings of solemn grief to give me the chance
To know that my dreams didn’t have the grace
To discover the brilliance found when fate
Brings the feathery sight of butterfly delight
Alone, forlorn, lonely
With a heart darkened by sorrows
I felt my thoughts become like arrows
Piercing through my happiness
Until love burst through, like starry flames
Filling up my soul with joyous rays
From the sensations that happen when someone prays
And a heart is lifted from the shadows
Taken into the light that melts away the blackness
And colors the entire heart in crimson praises
For the One who knows that love
Can relieve any dread that comes
With a sense of the peace of God
Who answers prayers with the assurance
That real love is the answer to every fear
And God knows, in His wisdom, how to bring cheer!
The ultimate surprise comes alive
When, finally, I see God’s light!
Surprise Me Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: charles messina
June 21, 2021
inhaled sublime fragrance floating around me,
imbibed radiance of the gleaming roses red
gradually those flowers are losing their beauty,
their lustrous sheen and hues diminishing instead
on the floor parched petals lying hopelessly dead!
my heart aches mournfully to see them gloomily fall
eventually their shimmering petals on the floor
but who can escape destiny's inevitable call,
decay of a sublime beauty - never felt before
life is transient and fleeting, a realization pure ~
wheel of daily life goes on - never stops
does not wait for anyone to sob and cry
poignant dreams do not disappear like dewdrops,
grand aspirations reaching the sky
never losing profound passion, soar high ~
February 28, 2022
A Brian Strand 1095 Poetry Contest
FIRST PLACE
Bride by Saiful Haq
Flowers odorizing her gown,
Gloomily shrouded Deepdown,
Mirrors fervoursly placed against her,
Beautifying her for her adorer.
Homage being paid by the trumpet player,
The Bride looks so much gayer,
Fantanising the world as a mere illusion,
As she expects her marriage procession.
Her steps are heavy and mesmerised by all,
As she makes her way towards marriage hall ,
Drops of tears climb her down,
Parents and relatives all breakdown.
Recollecting her mother's homemade,
Cries ; she wants to evade,
Looking back at her doll house,
She leaves her house even more aroused.
© Saif Ul Haq 2014
I wonder, sitting in the corner,
mulling over the child cleaning tabletop for the owner;
Owner of the shop where i am drinking tea,
And feeling sad about the boy's plea.
I rose from my seat-
Moving ahead with trembling feet.
Then offered him a piece of cake,
Which he took gloomily and mutely ate.
As if his eyes questioning me:
“Could this piece of cake,
Change my unfortunate fate?
Is this really the ending of my all work and toil?
Will I be able to play like other (children) on the same soil?”
I could feel his desire’s ocean,
I was moved by his seamless notions.
I wish I could write sweet memories on his life’s pages,
Wish I could free him from entanglements, the bondages.
How he desired of getting freedom from his master’s rule:
And how he must be longing to go to school!!
Desire that I could stop his sufferings, agony and pain,
Could lessen his grief, could save his life passing in vain.
Every child hath the privileges to live thou childhood the ingenuous way:-
But the innumerable innocent questions remain unanswered.
Undiscovered – the child’s mind so curious,
Alas! The vice of old brains created child labor:
The unjust thought itself makes me so furious.
Spookily Bookily
Dramatic apogee
Edgar A. Poe's verses
Death from curses
Quite artistically
characteristically
His poems were renowned
to be profound
Gloomily Doomily
So methodically
he wrote of never more
and sweet Lenore
Poe was positively
Imaginatively
authoring horrid themes
to dire extremes
Foolishly Ghoulishly
Did Poe write lucidly
Now dearly departed
Tell Tale Hearted
Poems were tactical
Anticlimactical
He wrote of misery
and mystery
January 9th, 2021
Double Dactyl Contest
Sponsor: William Kekaula
A Serbian Poet.
He was a poet; perhaps he still is,
scribbling words
on the wall of a cell in Haag.
A mass of hair, an unfinished
symphony gloomily greying
in artificial light
and will his hair ever feel the sensation of the wind
tussling his tresses?
Once upon a time people called him Doctor, he was
A psychiatrist, prescribed valium to his patients,
he should keep doing this
but politics and power got in the way,
he the president a dream that will never leave him.
A poet can’t handle the power, so let him write that
a thousand times on the wall of his cell.
You create them
You give birth to them
You nurture them
You raise them
All the while seeking to rearrange them
For you insist on always owning them
Kids are forever
Children are our saviour
Dynasties become prolonged
It is never best to have just one
Mirrors of one’s ambition
Apple of our critical eye
A mini me who is never contrary
A vessel to fill with my life plan
Someone to control till I die
Pride is king
The family name is nirvana
The façade of respectability must never crumble
All and sundry must toe the line
For the world must believe all in this household is fine
Be better
Be all we wish you to be
Attain heights we never grasped
Never let our ambition lapse
Caged and thus unable to be free
Longing for a faraway glimpse of liberty
Dying to show some level of individuality
A life on a road to eventual calamity
Secrets and hopes
Are encased deeply
In a psyche that aches gloomily
Insular and depressed
They contemplate university
They exist from day to day
Awaiting a long list of all they need to say
The dress sense must be perfect
Their manner never abrupt
Everything is done to give the family
A social step up
Grades must be exemplary
A career path must show economic sensibility
Friends must be vetted minutely
Who cares about your sanity
Do it all for our vanity
You can never grow up
We own you for life
Fly the nest and we follow
We are your bothersome shadow
Letting go is hard for us to do
When we made you
It was not only because we wanted you
Our future plans have always revolved around you
Smile and never let the world know
How dismally we have wrecked you
Those that must forever be
The centre of another’s world
Have a big responsibility
They are clones
And will always be second best
She slipped clumsily in a
café
Looked all around her
from the corner of her
eye
Felt all eyes upon her
Bit her lip
and flushed crimson
disconcertedly.
He was sacked, literally
fired
Got down in the dumps
Was down and out
and was left feeling blue
so gloomily.
He gave her a blossomed
rose
Blood rushed to her
cheeks
She blushed a deep red
so joyously.
She watched her rival
from afar
Summed up her
envy in reflex
and she turned green
jealously.
It looked hale and hearty
Ooh the cherubic chubby
cheeks
Baby looked in the pink
as it babbled away
innocently.
She heard of a loved
one's demise.
That was a shock indeed
She went white as a
sheet
as she then wept so
woefully.
She saw a teeny-weeny
spider on her skirts
Talk of arachnids and
phobias, yikes!
She turned a pale yellow
in fright
as she screamed fearfully.
He found his sweetheart
in another man's arms
Doubted his own charms
and his face went purple
with rage
almost immediately.
He faced his lifelong
enemy
Hate brimmed up in him
as his bitterness found a
vent
He shot him a black glare
most scornfully
well well, it might seem
that the worst of all the
human hues
are the melancholic
depressing blues
But I think being green
for jealousy
and the black of hate
top the list in deserving
poohs.
Mind you these human
pigmentation of emotion
are a matter of reflex
for you can't choose
which of the human hues
you'd like to wear, on
party day
and which you'd rather
not use.
Before the dark obscures the sky,
I sat gloomily looking out of the window, wondering why
wishing one of the stars tonight will glide and send you smiles
right here in my heart: a feeling that cannot deny
creeping worries and gloom-----sinking to the bones
of my fear, I close my eyes, hope and pray. Here,
my heart trembles, fear of the unknown
ghost of formidable weather in the origin, and what
a pal humbly does, not to close the jar
spills the ink, not to count the molecules on air
if possible, pull down all the stars above
all in her wish you’re at best right where you are.
More thoughts of you, in succession comes
lighting the pent-torch in search of love ones
my echoes traverse, emotion balances: still,
the fleck spreads out and runs in a glut
sacred novena uncontrollably flooded since the start
my ranging gloom. However, excitement of our plans await
scribbling countless words….I wish my break swiftly comes on its wings
ink profusely flows releasing conglomerations of feelings
outpouring all the words from a pal’s warmest embrace
dream once dreamt printed on my hymn: the pledge
and the joys how we shared once through pen
light and happiness: worries no more
The power of ink, words unfold surge and drifts away as
my fingers open a glint of hope, I’m waiting
Jan. 21, 2012
Nette, my dear poet friend and very talented kababayan come back home now, please. This poem which I hardly tried to write with the inspiration of one of your super winning poems is not primarily for the contest; (‘though I’m entering it) but, for me to send all my warmest thoughts of you. We’re missing you now here on soup. I hope you're doing well and hope to see you soon.
Third Place
Contest: Netted by Words: Her Silvered, Tender Web
Judged: 2/19/2013
Sponsor: Poet Cyndi Macmillan
I’m like a used cleaning rag
Beaten down and torn
My heart harden from the storm
Like a beggar hungry and cold Lonely
Longing to find someone to hold
Knowing now while I’m growing old
Broken pieces no longer have control
The setting sun has no shine
Falling stars from this empty space
Leaving nothing behind,
Gray and gloomily skies
Traveling deep within the night
The bitter winter breeze
Blows the cold snow, deep into the trees
Pushing them down upon me
Standing looking to find the bright lights
Blinding insight while the tunnel grows smaller tonight
Written By Anita Everhart
Can you blame me for viewing life gloomily sometimes...
As dim as night or even darker...
Whenever I go beyond unreached, I saw strangers within me...
They knows a lot well... They often brought me to the farthest end...
Religion give us hope... But for them there is no hope at all...
For them we are only God's toys...
They knows every fate of human... Death...
That the blade of the father of time was always in our neck...
That every day we became closer to our unhappy ending...
They were so strong...
They began as my sidekick...
When I started counting 1 2 3... Learning ABC's...
I even taught they were a gift... My guardians...
But as time goes by... Their motive was unleashed...
To ruin life... To ate and destroyed mind...
There was a time that i never know me anymore...
They possessed me so much that I can't even control myself...
It's like a beast was unraveled within me...
Their passion was to get into once head...
To play mind games with it... To turn white to gray...
Beautiful days into rainy... Love to hatred...
My body fell numb suddenly... Here they comes...
They really did exist... My head will be at war yet again...
On what I feared most... My sudden METAMORPHOSIS...
Mysterious Aries
The invading alien came near.
A harbinger of ill will I thought,
paralyzed with overwhelming fear
that it was our abduction he sought.
I called on all the spirits I knew,
vampires, mages, goblins, and a ghost;
a town hall meeting with the whole crew,
I gloomily guessed we were all toast.
There will be no blood feasting tonight,
no trickery, nor ghastly grim acts.
We must expel this hideous sight
before our consciousness he extracts.
Our stance is extra cautionary–
defy his diabolical plan.
Be strong and judiciously wary,
and vote ‘Yea’ for an Alien Ban.
The alien arose and stood tall.
“Hey dudes, chill. I'm not evil, nor mean.
I came here only to wish you all
a neighborly Happy Halloween!”