Best Gloominess Poems
A hot and humid day floats merrily on the seas
As tiny bikinis amble in sandy footprints
And frolic in the motives of soft ocean breeze
Building sand-castle dreams with playful hints
Hazy hues occupy the environs of a blue sky
As pouring rains flood the tapestry on the arc
When hurriedly blue herons lift-up and fly
Escaping before the flash of a thunderous spark
In a floral garden tempt lavender intimations
Where nearing their beehives honeybees swarm
Skipping the ambiance of fiery red carnations
Subdued by sudden outburst of a fleeting storm
Above the horizon now rainbow colors sprout
Glorifying the moodiness of this season's reign--
Gloominess takes its place when sun opts out
As sunshine comes and goes, and so does the rain
The long day cedes to evening, buzzing in the park
And there by the sidewalks pink rose-blooms sway
Charmed by the bird songs in mating calls of lark
As sunset paints ruby tinges upon a golden display
May 12, 2019
HM: Your choice contest by Brian Strand
The WITCH
A
furore
in the town,
draped in black gown,
a WITCH is brewing a storm.
Bringing nightfall to the dainty
spiked with malevolence and vanity
spitting a curse from her wicked tongue
Silently scoffing the blood of old and young
eyes of medusa , cursed to the bottom of the sea
she is the descendent of a dark world of fantasy.
The magic emanates from her ravenous eyes,
rendering the stories of deceit and lies,
grimaced into the gloominess,
of shallows and emptiness,
she is brewing a storm
draped in a black
Gown .
© By rEdfiery and Liam Mc Daid 2016
God takes life's broken pieces and gives us unbroken peace
- W. D. Gough
Lord, I come to You broken,
With tears and words unspoken,
You have seen me through troubles,
When You're with me, joy doubles,
In life's many ups and downs,
Through various smiles and frowns,
You've always given me hope,
Lord, I need more of that rope,
In weariness, my heart cries,
In loneliness, my soul sighs,
Grant me Your peace unbroken,
Your unfailing love token...
Lord, I come to You today,
Lead me in Your will, I pray,
Wipe my broken tears away,
You are my Rock, You're my stay,
My life's in shattered pieces,
You're near, so fear decreases,
Heal me, dear Lord, make me whole,
Patch my tattered mind and soul,
In gloominess, my heart cries,
In humbleness, my soul sighs,
Grant me Your peace unbroken,
Your unfailing love token...
11.13.2021
For Constance La France's "'U' contest - new poems only"
Until tomorrow, feel safe in my warm embrace;
don't feel the rage of those frightening storms...
whisper a passionate wish--- a sentimental phrase.
Stars won't appear to delight, excite and appease;
and with gloominess and clouds to marr our days...
until tomorrow, feel safe in my warm embrace.
We are stupefied by the butterflies's frantic dance;
they swirl with joy, then slowly land on our shoulders...
whisper a passionate wish--- a sentimental phrase.
Shunning faith and obedience is to live without grace;
God has blessed us and given us true happiness...
whisper a passionate wish---a sentimental phrase.
And should unfaithfulness ever bring us disgrace,
let that thought quickly vanish into darkness;
until tomorrow, feel safe in my warm embrace...
whisper a passionate wish---a sentimental phrase.
Extolling rebirth, dreams pristine cajole,
Resurgence to tranquility of frozen knoll,
Longing verdant-realms to enliven its soul
Where wintry-decay exacted dreary toll.
When warmth glistens avid golden rays
Glinting gloominess of parched malaise,
Hope rejuvenates where prairies blaze
Reviving aspirations of despaired days.
Blossoming reveries of season restore
Winsome buzz of sprouting meadows,
Adorning nature-abloom brought to fore
Repristinating terrains withered in throes.
Chasing blue seas, buoyant rivers flow,
As dormant ambitions thaw glacial woe
And glances shimmer from smiles aglow
Lauding daffodils budding through snow.
When horizons fuchsia glimmer dawn,
Days sparkle vigor, affirming dull is gone,
And season’s revelry propagates again
Where flexing ebullience butterflies reign.
March 18, 2023
Pick-A-Title, Vol 35 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
A
furore
in the town,
draped in black gown,
a WITCH is brewing a storm.
Bringing nightfall to the dainty
spiked with malevolence and vanity
spitting a curse from her wicked tongue
Silently scoffing the blood of old and young
eyes of Meddussa , cursed to the bottom of the sea
she is the descendant of a dark world of fantasy.
The magic emanates from her ravenous eyes,
rendering the stories of deceit and lies,
grimaced into the gloominess,
of shallows and emptiness,
she is brewing a storm
draped in a black
Gown .
© By rEdfiery and Liam Mc Daid 2016
Seasons have more reasons
to celebrate an innovative artist
who speaks in colorful dialects—
when abstract silence kicks in
and suffocates the petals dried
and left as bookmarks
within pages of the past.
I see the opalescent rays burst through
the ashen skies the day
the ink of your soul did flow
in fluorescent hues
across the faceless canvas of life.
You knew the synonymous metaphors
to calm rivers of raging riddles.
Your spirit is like
a supernova colliding in the night,
shining forth with lyrical light.
Words fail to glamorize how
you beautify my world.
You paint with brushstrokes of sincerity,
illuminating the void of vulnerability,
effortlessly curating compassion
with pristine pigments of empathy.
Today and always, I celebrate
the tulip stars that shimmer,
aligning constellations in favor,
to guide you to a poetic sphere
where thoughts splattered
in charcoal and gray
would flicker hope and peace
upon your aesthetic aura,
as time and space cannot steal
the lioness psyche which glows
like periwinkle confetti.
I thank the Universe for your
ethereal existence.
You turn the gloominess of midnights
into rainbow-rinsed radiance,
awakening the sleeping sun
to ascend and unravel
acrylic beams of blissfulness.
As soft eyes, reflect a desperate need.
each subtle breath, exhaled in loneliness.
tender hearts can’t endure, such weariness.
the tone of your voice, carries urgency.
from chains of sorrow, a heart must be freed.
though the world seems devoid of earnestness.
this isn’t a world, fill with gloominess.
through this sonnet with love, to you I plead.
How can I prove, my love for you is real?
what words of love will stop, the tears you cry?
what deed, will ease the sadness in your eyes?
place your hand upon my heart, you will feel.
the rhythm of a love, that longs to heal.
to remove the burdens, which make you sigh.
to release your spirit, so you can fly.
to know your love, my heart with joy, would reel.
In my blooming brokenness,
I seek for a
clue of something meaningful,
but what if nothing of velvety value
ever lies within material items,
frozen in trembling time,
soaked in raining blood roses,
yet holds memories inscribed~
with blushing beams of blueberry glows,
drifting above hushed hills
sitting in the hollow hallways
in hallowed motionlessness.
Is it ironic that a golden mirror
emanates reflections
of more than just my
bronze silhouette?
It weighs heavy with seething secrets,
lost between changing seasons
and deranged emotions,
resigned in rhythmic requiems
of restrained freedom.
I remember the suppressed
sagas of silvery glass,
that stretched beyond my watery iris,
written with russet skin of fallen feathers...
and I whisper to the vermilion wallflowers
within my burgundy room,
of how I found the magical mirror
to my aching soul,
in a retail store, illuminated
by medieval chandeliers,
hanging in Victorian gloominess.
I used to sculpt crystalline chronicles
along the caramel-tinted frames,
that have seen stars of summer fade
into fragile springs,
while autumn arrived,
knocking on my conscience,
to cloak me in sparkling
champagne warmth.
But time is a relentless reminder
of how the garnet moon wanes,
and constellations of
glistening truth crack.
Now the mirror that heard
the unsung songs
beneath my marigold lipstick,
is reluctant to see the unspoken wounds,
leaving me stranded
in an accidental battle
with rhyme-less words,
for all that remains, untamed,
are hopelessly claimed strings
of familiar, once-upon-a-fairytales...
So it refracts, stands, unbothered,
like a forgotten ornament
left under a broken tree,
with weeping leaves and tainted twigs,
without a companion~
wrapped as a pleasant present
ribboned with riddles
of a weathered d r e a m …..
I have no desire to mindlessly
objectify an abandoned object
with mosaic metaphors…
Written: March 29, for Robert James Liguori Contest
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A wise anile saying sticks in my head,
I've been hoping that you're unique, you said.
You're not alone; you've just been sorry,
I'm eager to meet you; I feel your image starry.
Whatever you wanted me to do, I would do,
I pledge to support you every day, too.
I worry, dear, as you must stay on track,
And asking, will you kindly come back?
Honey, won't you please stay?
It feels as if you've made up your mind to leave.
Please, sweetie, do not go away,
Never lose faith; continue to believe.
Darling, won't you please stay?
Let's embark on a fresh start.
I realize that you're in search of a way,
We should have a sincere heart-to-heart.
I vow to support you without fail every day,
So don't hesitate to let your emotions grow.
Sweetie, won't you please stay?
I will be here waiting for you; I won't let you go.
You are both my friend and my healer,
You're the only one who can mend my heart.
You are the source of both pain and feeler,
Smitten me, let me die, or beat me to start.
No thrill in delight, no glum in gloominess,
Strange in the land, but just in your head.
Unbiased of personal interest or spuminess,
I'm ecstatic; I adore you and our hidden stead.
Ask stars how is my conduct and pantomime,
I dream around your whims and can't sleep.
To what extent does anyone realize at this time?
Only you matter in this instance, for me to keep.
November 8 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on John 11-12
Key Verse – John 11:25 Jesus said unto her, I am the resurrection, and the life: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR HE IS
THE RESURRECTION AND THE LIFE
Praise be to God for He is the resurrection and the life:
Saving our souls with His security-seal
Sanctifying our spirits along His statute-standard
Satisfying our service by His sufficient supply-support
Sustaining our stewardship upon His Scripture-statutes
Strengthening our supplication through His steadfastness
John 12:7-8 Praise be to the Lord for
teaching us to have Him always:
Trusting Him amidst crises
Thanking Him for His compassion
Toiling for Him despite challenges
Triumphing in His calling and caring
Treading upon His championship charge
John 12:46 Praise be to the Saviour
for being our light against:
Zeal where greatness pretends
Zenith where godlessness prevails
Zones where gloominess pervades
Zooms where goodness is perverted
Zest where greediness against grace pesters. Amen!
November 8, 2024
Written: September 26, 2023
Pick-A-Title, Vol 39 Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
“However authentic the feelings of love, the dalliance was only ever meant to be a beautiful fiction” - Esther Perel.
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Dot dabbles during dangerous dalliance
As souls are enticed by seductive affiance.
A narrative about forbidden temptation.
Shine smolders sway—a sensuous sensation.
A cynosure silver shimmer under the moon.
Flickers of fantastical fantasy foster flow foon.
Two spirits intertwined in a pointless game.
They are fettered by—an overwhelming tame
A vortex of enthusiasm is sparked at first sight.
They can't defy the diaphanous magnetic excite.
Akin to how moths are lured to a perilous flame.
Prance frolicking on the cusp of a lethal game.
Dalliance, desire, ecstasy, and temptation.
For flirtation as feuds on frame of foundation.
Consider consequences and clashes with zeal.
And yet—the flames are often fanned by feel
In the gloominess, they sneak a sparkling touch.
Nimble hearts are trapped in a harmful slouch.
Bootlegged, beleaguered blaze both breaths.
As they succumb to love's intoxicating depth.
Demure whispers of wariness swirl in the air.
But elixir zeal evolves with each stolen stare.
They cognize the danger—the risk they convey,
Yet they cannot resist the love they display.
Emollient hearts hid, akin to vines in the night.
Igniting an afire that smolders ever so bright
Their bodies entwined—they pranced in the gloom.
Strayed sprightliness that swaddles to assume
Realizing sequels and the agony they trigger
But they cannot outlast this forbidden rigor.
They breathe on the edge—with hearts ablaze.
In a world where forbidden temptation plays
But time is a lousy tutor—it can't be denied.
And soon their dalliance will no longer hide.
The world will decry their ephemeral affair.
And their felicity will be furtive, beyond repair.
Written: September 16, 2023
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In arrant essence, without a fight,
Herald of vamps, in the dead of night
Ushers a raw wave that captivates,
The heights of the cosmos resonate.
Wax in our ears, the truth we long to hear,
Despite fear or quaint hopes, with zeal, we steer.
In bravery, the sun's light subdues the sight.
Rolling through the despair of a lonesome night.
Slightly too reckless, we dare to dream,
Framing a foist under the whiskey moon gleam.
Reminiscing about the warmth once shared,
Now mislaid in the miles left behind, scared.
Yet in the depths of our soul, a blaze remains.
A flicker of optimism that cannot be tamed.
Whiskey moon and a reckless wish
Guiding us through this journey, a celestial dish.
We dance with the cosmos, our spirits alight,
Embracing the unsung, chasing the light
With every endeavor, we withstand the odds,
Leaving behind the solace of familiar nods.
In the cosmic realm, we decry our place.
Unveiling the secrets with zeal and grace
Whiskey moon, shining dazzlingly above
Reminding us of castaway love.
But in the gloominess, we explore our way,
Through the shadows, we will not stray.
In the depths of our soul, we hold,
The memories of compassion were once bold.
Though miles may separate and time may pass,
The alliance we formed will always last.
Whiskey moon and ambivalent bliss
Swaying us through life's unpredictable abyss
Written: October 30, 2023, For Brian Strand Contest
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as
gloominess
drops to the ground
the lamplighter performs his
rounds. Equipped with his
ladders, wick trimmer
matches, long pole
and backup fuel
positions the
ladders on
the post,
He opens the lock and trims the wick
and strikes a match to ignite the flame
locking up
the door
he steps
towards
his next
Sentinel.
Through
evening
he steps
his path
merrily
friendly
to those
he sees.
His task
will take
him out
in wind
and rain
the whole
year round.
curious children
watch as each
torch comes to
life with a glow.
In the morning
the lamplighter
is back at work
smothering the
flaring wick set
alight the night
before. As dusk
falls once more
the lamplighter
lights the torches
When did the devil collect
Every soul that's in his debt
Cursing us with evil gloominess
Darkness hatred and the doomness
That's been flooding this whole world
We need to capture it and hurl
Every badness back to hell
Cementing it shut, I can tell
It's going to take quite a while
To get this world back the style
We forgot it had before
Lets open up the door
To the heavens up above
So it can help us push and shove
All the negativity
Back down deep where it should be
Lets not give up any hope
I know its been heard to cope
With the world and all its hatred
No longer will humans take this
One by one and day by day
We can make it go away
Bury it deep for good
Peace will flood each neighborhood