Best Glooming Poems
How fast to wiles I fell my damask rose,
awake from slumber slept untold ages.
To gaze so deep in ocean eyes repose,
and print whispered prayer on mind's pages.
Your soul in gleaming shadow found complete,
a thirst no other want or wish contrived.
Nor cherry grown upon the branch so sweet,
without cold and dark of Winter survived.
What heart loved without a madness looming,
secure from injury sure to tarnish.
Unbroken, though lone in sadness' glooming,
and held away from love's fruited garnish.
How true the dove devoted in flight still,
that lasted in love, more than ever will.
She sat on a small window bench
Her head resting on her hand
Looking out into the dark glooming
As the silvery moon rose to shine
On the rippling waves of the bay.
It seems she was winkling at her.
Telling her not to give up hope,
On the horizon sailed a large boat.
A red light flashing every now and then.
Was it in distress? Was there something wrong?
She phoned for help the harbour manager of the bay.
Soon small ships raced to the yacht,
The captain cursed himself for forgetting the flares.
Still with help of all, the yacht was towed to harbour
And all was safe and sound.
The feverous glow of growing sunrise,
Reminded the captain to thank his rescuer.
And what a sight it was to see the beauty
Spying on her luxury yacht.
She was invited to dinner on the boat
And love was in the air. And why not?
She was a Venus descended from up above.
I see the glistening water,
I see the glittering stars...
The darkest night of the decade,
We've not yet gone through the slaughter...
I want to sleep, but can't let go
The beautiful sight, when the ship row...
Though we've worked all day and dusk,
We have the night for us to bow...
Our lives are glooming through all day,
And then comes the delicious ways,
Of making simple soup and bread,
Still we rejoice, and still, we pray…
We hear the screaming slaves all day,
And when the sombre night comes through
We let the rotten smell away,
Of bodies clinging on our way
Still, we rejoice, we think it hard,
We never let ourselves apart,
Because we know, some day, light will come,
And take all the sadness in a cart...
- Adhyatmika Tripathi
A cool still morning
Down where songbirds sing
Close to swift creek's flowing
And dove's notes ring
A sun slowly rises
Casting cobalt blue on clouds
Against sky's horizon
A gentle morning proud
Charcoal gray fluffy clouds
Dot the sky so blue
As a golden sun warms shroud
That above cobalt stew
A beautiful morning
Presents art so fine
The birds for food roaming
Upon bugs graciously dine
While the poet entertains
Day's chores and meals looming
Just a few minutes to gain
Spirit's fill and remove glooming
Light
Illumination, enlightenment
Gleaming, brighting, shining
Spiritual, sacred, ominous, aphotic
Deceiving, misleading, glooming
Heinous, obscure
Dark
Nayda Ivette
12-20-2015
Man in a hood,
sparking light on the sun
pick peak of wood
camping might just too fun.
In Shah Alam's pavement,
calm down with me
eagerly makes movement
sink on the teeth.
I need some food,
don't destroy my own physis
like pardon of thy thesis
care what I stood.
Too fast or too slow,
like my life just low.
look at the power of apollo,
counting constellation of astro.
On reality, goes up to Atman,
En Masse someway
Dasein someday
On ability, become a Brahman.
Unfortunately, I didn't find my spark,
lonely yet bulky, stuck the past at park.
Truly lost my identity, in glooming states,
But hope still carry on the hint, like what I takes.
Die Rose,
die im Stillen mir schon blühte,
vertrocknet war sie schnell im Morgenlicht.
Und auch ihr Duft,
verging zu schnell,
Wie kurz geträumter Traum,
der leicht zerbricht.
Wo dürre Zweige
sich verworren zeigen,
im Dickicht,
hinter frischem Grün,
zeigen sich Blüten bunt
im Farbenreigen,
bevor sie schnell
im Sommerlicht verblühn.
Die Rose,
die ich meine,
sie blühte nur für mich alleine,
im warmen Sommerwind.
Doch blühte sie vielleicht auch nur
zum Scheine,
um mir zu zeigen
wie die Zeit verrinnt.
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The rose,
which flowered sectetly for me,
had dried up fast in early morning light.
And hence its scent,
which did not last
had passed too fast,
Like dreams too briefly dreamed
and easy break at last
Dry branches twisted
in the thicket tight,
behind fresh green,
and brightly painted blossoms show
a coloured round dance,
yet be seen
before they quickly wilter
in summer's glooming light
The rose,
I mean,
blossomed only for me,
in this warm summer wind.
But also might have bloomed pretenced.
And nothing more for me to say,
how quickly time trickles away.
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La rosa
que floreció secreto para mí,
secó tan ágil en la luz de la mañana.
Y su aroma pasó rápido,
como un sueño poco soñado
que quebra muy ligero
Donde ramas secas
muestren confusión
del matorral
detrás de verde fresco,
aparecen flores colorados
en colorido baile de la ilusión
antes que marchitan
en la veraniego luz
La rosa,
de que hablo,
floreció sólo para mí,
en el viento caliente del verano.
Pero floreció tal vez de farsa,
para mostrarme sólo así,
cómo tan rápido el tiempo pasa
I must now learn how to laugh!
Does it start with a smile?
Maybe not even,
A tilting of the head
Or a gentle sighing nod
How does it feel to know happiness?
Only misery lives here
My address is well known
at DEATH's Valleys Inn...
Check in for the night
and depression is guaranteed
While I cannot teach you the ways of joy
Would I need to though?
I have experience in the many
and ever so varying
arts of sadness.
Come learn from me,
Feed me your grief!
A stir and a bow,
A framing of a frown.
Glooming in despair
ghostly nightmares
The dread and despair
that filters the air
is the feeling I'll
impart to you,
My desperate
and very
lonely
friend.
The breeze you know
and have come
to cherish is the
stillness of disgust.
The peace you have had
to deny, to disguise your
Demons
There is much joy in my
shared misery and so I hoard
it for myself.
this whineful disposition
in my soul;
brewing
bitterness
to
its
maturation.
2017/11/15
Pick Your Topic Contest: Depression and Sadness!!
Sizwe Hlabisa
Not so long ago your heart was irreparably broken
You didn’t want to hear his name spoken
Your misery was so all-consuming -
And you were full of dooming and glooming -
That the threat of self-harm was bandied about
Just for attention, of that I have no doubt.
Yet here we are just a few weeks down the line
It seems to me that you’re doing perfectly fine
Professing yet more undying adoration
To the object of your latest infatuation.
I’ll give it a couple of months at best
Until he works out that you’re an unbearable pest
And like those before him (me included)
He’ll realise that you are emotionally deluded
He won’t want you clinging on like a limpet
He’ll be wanting, quickly as possible, to forget
That had the misfortune to learn your name
And became embroiled in your sick game
Because a stupid game is all it is to you
It’s the way you work; it’s what you do.
You create drama in your sad and empty life
And engineer all the stress and strife
To garner all the sympathy you can get
Whilst painting him as the worst one yet
Oh, the pain, the hurt the misery!
It wasn't how it was supposed to be...
Until the next unsuspecting guy comes into view
To be zeroed-in on by predatory you.
Then the whole charade will start again once more
But your game is tiresome and you’re a bore.
There’s a chance that one day the tide will turn
And that you will finally come to learn
That love and relationships are a two-way street
And that you will somehow, someday meet
Someone who will refuse to play by your twisted rules
Just to end up on your List of Fools.
To see beyond your artifice and manipulations
And develop for you true and strong emotions
It may come to pass, who can tell
Meanwhile you’ll put through hell.
Your latest beau has yet to experience
The depth and extent of your malevolence
When you take umbrage at an imagined slight
And manufacture yet another fight.
It’s not down to me to save him from his fate
Besides it’s probably already too late
But, what the heck, he’s made his bed
He’s believed everything you said.
You’ve dug your claws in, good and fast
Which guarantees that this relationship will not last!
A poem I wrote to my English teacher when she retired.
One amongst the multitude would gaze up in awe
And in his sight he would capture
A moment as unique as it is rare
A hovering globe
Overflowing with gold, showering the multitude with its unending contents
Inspiring envy within the rivers of El Dorado
Each droplet would sink into the soil beneath
Birthing glimmering auric trees from once mist enshrouded seedlings
And so did more of the multitude come to gather
The mulling throng stood dazed and gazing
Mesmerized by the omniscient presence looming above
Until one day
One by one,
The multitude disappeared, receding into the ground
One by one did sprout shimmering trees
Till one day did appear a clustered forest
Swaying to and fro in the breeze
In tribute to the sphere of imminence above
Swinging more frantically in the anticipating gust
And with glooming realization
They noticed a fading orb
Something is amiss, they thought
And with heart aching comprehension the trees stretched themselves to the skies
But before yearning could defeat reason
Unleashing its lassoes as the agent of reality
Gravity pulled to its mistress what still shared their roots with their mother’s womb
And only could they stare, limbs strained, as their sun faded away
And found its long awaited place amongst its unreachable companions
Stars in our distant past.
White's fleeting beauty would never last,
She is now a ghost of the girl in the past
She talks with a voice that could shatter glass
She finds joy in the horrors that have come to pass.
Her face twists with an ugly grin
As you see the ice that lies within.
Anger claims Red's fighting limbs
His is a fire that always wins,
Bubbling, boiling, white-hot rage
Spills over from its iron cage.
He burns her castle to the ground
Her frost sinks in flames and drowns.
Black comes in a mask of sorrow,
Shook by the thought that there's no tomorrow.
Black swallows whole the spirits' cries
And their darkness spreads across the skies.
The air turns dark with the glooming grey
As shadows rush to sweep you away.
Spitefully sailing so cynical with sadness,
Spiraling, shameful, infringement on madness,
So high, but not perceived from flying,
Floating through white clouds of crying.
Poisonous preying presence looming,
Rousing, erratic, irresistible glooming.
Not an orphan, but childhood family imminent,
Tracked to be driven out, loneliness permanent.
Reaffirming steal door attaching behind me,
A tangible reinforced reality finds thee.
Years wrecked, incinerated, nothing is left,
One question loiters, is there life after meth?
Evoking all misfortune, impossibly I hold my breath,
Pending release, would trade life directly for death.
Lurking, reaching, twirling your calling.
Shaking, waving saw you smiling.
Look so happy, you look so strong.
Stand up tall, then sang a beautiful song.
The wind was blowing north to south.
Staring at you as i sat on a couch.
Gentle and grace you danced like swan.
Like ballet dancer, what a man!
Felt so envy I closed my eyes.
Dreaming of something, can't think twice.
Flew in the air up above the sky.
Like nobody can, i felt so high.
Swinging and swirling up and down.
Aren't you get tired? I really frown.
Can't you stop? I'm resting here!
Open your eyes, do you care?
One evening, you said to me.
The Lord has spoken he whispered gently.
The time has come, it's time to go.
Are you coming with me? But i said, no!
That day you said, i went away.
Your tears were fallen, looked so astray.
Did not look back, as i left.
I am nothing... but like a wanted theft.
Days had passed, all were empty.
All were sadness and loneliness in me.
Can't forget a friend who gave me home.
I have to go back, i'll never be alone.
Excited and overjoyed, i rushed.
Far from a distance, i crashed.
Can't see you clearly, you were not there.
Oh my dear friend, have you flown in the air?
Your leaves withered and dried.
Can't forgive myself... i really cried.
I lost my dearest friend,
I had no one to lend.
I flew and flew up to heaven.
I beg you my lord, don't let it end.
Down on my knees, i prayed and bend.
'I'm so alone, please bring back my friend'.
The clouds went dark and there was lightning!
The rain was chasing while i was flying.
The place so dim, saw it's glooming.
Can't figure it out, where i'm heading.
At the end of the sky i saw the light.
So bright, so clear didn't knew what it might.
Flowers and trees looked so lovely.
I reached the heaven... i flew slowly.
From the distance, i saw a single tree.
So sad and still he didn't see me.
My friend forgive me, please don't be lonely
I will never leave you. I'm here to stay.
Tires hurt,
leaning left
far too long-
Rubbed raw…
A few feet away, fist-sized clouds of
Tiny Scarlet Trempeleau Butterflies paused-
Sipping nectar glistening like jewels from
Morning drops of dew, clinging to the running
Strands of Wild Pea Bush, with only daybreak in
The distance…
These beasts outside my window,
Hazy under Old London Street Lamps-
Silently glooming in middle night, awaiting call to arms
Of rush-hour traffic...
wishing one never to come-
the other
……to never end
11/14/11
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The glass temple stands at a frightening height
Beautiful crystal panes there was a breathtaking sight
Across the sacred meadows and through the glooming trees
There purched the Temple, above any of what a single eye sees
Crowned on the hill, guarding the dusk sky
We journey through the meadows filled with Ergot Rye
The light is slowly setting
Obscured by great clouds, as if it were shy
The forest travels fast as the dark creeps slow
The shadows of trees were no longer cast
While the fractal beauty lights of the temple were the way to show
As we climbed the seven hundred stairs
And travered the fiercely humble bears
We stand facing a herculean yellow door
A deep bellow voice shocks us to the core
"Who stands upon this golden door?
Scared, trembling at the sound of my roar!
Who dares to enter my holy temple?
Cast upon the, to the hellish shore!"
"It is but us, seeking the refuge of your alluring glass Temple
We do not wish harm upon the rugged truss
Or to argue with the voices
Enough to drive thy mental"
"I laugh at your self pity
Your incompetent scores
For you come from the city
And the city does not belong through these doors!"
"But you see Mr.Man, we are the Village folk
Capable of handeling many, even of what the Temple spoke
Now allow us entry to the sacred Temple
We have powerful minds and surely we aren't broke"
"This is not a matter of coin
Nor the strengthiest brain
I see you are no leader of a shroin
Rather of the sugar cane!
You have lied to me peasent
And for that I grant you a present
The gift of common sense
To tell if the moon is a crescent
Now rid yourself off thy land
I banish thy band
There is no room for liars
So go forth as you may ran!"