Best Lachrymose Poems
As the last petal falls
upon trembling twigs,
and the heart withers,
like nocturnal stars
weeping in a casket~
of ice-laced sepals,
soaked in searing silence,
cloaked in thistles of nothingness,
let Cleopatra’s amulets
dress your blurred horizon,
embroidered with
empty promises.
I wear our forbidden love
like a bleeding epitaph,
inscribed with
gusts of grief
and twisted tendrils,
emanating memories of us~
a mystical reflection of
how once we danced
like daffodils sipping
spiced gold magic
while the satanic sun
burned the flickering
flames of felicity within twin souls,
weaving poetic pansies
across the symphonic sky,
brushed with Sahara crystals,
unfolding a canopy of unbreakable
c o m p a s s i o n ...
O beloved black dahlia,
if I could, I would
fetch you the moon on a spoon,
steal the galaxies~
wrap them in
supernova serenity.
I’ll paint lakes of longing
with opalescent silver,
sculpt Swarovski swans
glazed in iridescent bliss,
tempting the alluring twilight
to drizzle aurora threads
across mysterious silhouettes,
engrossed in
an ethereal orchestra.
But if tomorrow
these words weigh little
less than the dreams
we’ve dreamed in stillness,
remember my soul is tied
to your rain-kissed metaphors,
and even if rhymes cannot
fix what’s undone,
these verses ache
to cleanse every stain
left within lifeless leaflets.
For no shift in season
could veil the vibrancy of vermilion
still rushing through these veins,
singing your name
in scarred cadence,
resting my quivering quill on
the cusp of the cursed springs,
as I embrace darkness before
the dawning of dulcet wings,
to lure you back
to the land of timeless trinkets,
a lachrymose lament~
romanticized as the requiem
for bewitched orchards...
My heart like a desert dims dry,
Streams of tears fill my eyes.
For my pains and sufferings still I cry...
What use is endurance but why.
My life is done, my thread is run.
Ages of lachrymose I have lived under the sun .
What future there is to long ahead
When you know that you are already dead?
I will never live a life as full,
Because my destiny is broken and shuttered in a
shade.
Torn and tattered are the strings I must pull...
I wish to die, For death I was made.
A good life I never had but turmoil and fear ...
Fear and turmoil, turmoil and fear every year.
And if the Devil will knock me down my feet;
What use is denial: So be it!
The tombs await me, dark and deep,
Calling for my endless sleep .
Promises I made I failed to keep:
Tombs of Sheol and Gaol;
Take me to your endless sleep!
My heart like a desert is dry,
From my eyes flow the stream of tears...
For the pain of the world I cry,
The world is in turmoil, the world is in fear .
My life is done, my thread is run,
Lachrymose will be, under the shadow of the sun .
I longed but for a future ahead;
But with a life so short, my hopes are dead.
Before I lived a life as full,
I realised life was just a shade...
And when I saw the strings I must pull;
And now I die, and now I was but made.
Though hope is lost because of turmoil and fear...
Though I won't be alive in the coming year.
I fear no more the spear and the arrow;
I fear no more a worst tomorrow...
For a brand new life tomorrow I will have,
A perfect life tomorrow I will live ...
Lachrymose! Lachrymose!
I have miles to go before I sleep !
Splashes levels drains cerulean aquifer
Azure axioms encapsulation in crystalline shimmer
Ping tumultuous sapphire in a thunderously storm
Lightning in sand castle amassing the goblet
Chalice of oasis with a puff of condensation
Rivulets fuse in mass of mercury river
Flows in forks down cheeks to waterfall
Ripple on the petal of a black rose
To bend and lachrymose below
After a few too many dafter tipples.. verbose boo hoo lachrymose ripples
Ignored baby tears morose fears no lactose from adored mum’s nipples
Hailing glum wailing nonnas not those dumb premadonnas it both cripples
Rum laughter again will numb the rafter of pain...refrain and it just triples