Best Lamentation Poems

Too hard for me to say goodbye
For all apparent reasons why
Even though we all know it must be
Each heart will someday stop the beat
When the rhythm of life, and silence, finally meet
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Yet I always seem so surprised 
To find that death is part of life...

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Lamentation

born among the travelers of her day  
she played in the sandpile with Woody Guthrie 
sung in the chorus with Allen Ginsberg 
walked in the way of The Weavers
and bathed in the rhythms of Miles Davis
she lived unconfined and dreamed of change. 

today, we...

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Each night, bitter tears flood my cheeks,
none of my former lovers are there
to offer comfort.
My friends have betrayed me
despising me as they turn deadly enemies.


I'm a slave to my own nature
humbled with no rest from sorrow
humiliated like a deer
which cannot find pasture
and hunted down till...

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I am a wallflower,
Tall yet not.
And despite my lush colors,
I’m stuck in one spot.
I see everything,
From arguments and friends.
I can even see
How the television ends.
I often wonder,
Why am I?
To be stuck on a wall
For them and not I.
Why am I here?
Wilting and withering away.
Shouldn’t it...

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Oh, come now sweet rain
    And mingle with my last tear
    For I am tired
   The rose has dropped its petals
   There is nothing left but thorns


9/30/16...

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Another song from the set made in middle school
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My life craves the soul
And I’m all alone
You stay—then off you go
And I can’t hold on

You will never know me
For what I am [oh no]
Can we forget?
Can this just end?
If we don’t believe
How can we mend?

Your face...

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This place is always a little lonely 
At the weekends...no noise and life, 
I like solitude, 
But not in places 
Where's there's recently been 
A lot of people.

Reclusiveness protects you 
From nostalgia, 
And you can be as nostalgic 
In relation to what happened 
Half an...

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Many a warrior came charging up the hill
Drawing their swords and spears, driven by their own will
The shadows over hill shall grievingly foretell 
The glorious event of battle, the sound, the smell
A tale of valor and sacrifice 
Screening and whispering to death entice 

Rattle a...

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I have been sad and perturbed  lately,
for you have treated me badly,
hurt by your attitude recently,
all I did was to make you feel gaily,
My heart has been given to you fully,
but you`ve interpreted it wrongly,
I did what I did to draw you closely;
Remember the...

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My cooker's in the living room
My fridge is in there too
There's dust on all my furniture
And I cant use my loo

There's workmen tramping in and out
I'm not allowed to lock my door
The workmen must have access
From 8 am till four

They're drilling in my bathroom
I cant...

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This is a fictional conversation between a fictional young Nazi and a fictional young Jew (I made them up entirely, they are not characters from one of the holocaust books I've read); both of whom share the same sentiments to the point of the following...

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Michelangelo covered with the hood
Weeping tears as holding Christ, he stood
At the head of the man, who is the Lamb
That became the perfect sacrifice, the great I Am

Putting himself in Joseph of Arimathea's place
Helping Mary Magdalene and Mary Jesus' mother face
The tragedy, that they felt...

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I desire nothing more than a chance;
Under my silence lies a heap of words;
And my lips never hesitate to twitch at their scratch,
As the find their way out of my heart;
But then the inner little man holds them back
Because when I speak;
The pile of bitterness...

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Absent minds are proved by empty talk
We are sorry but it doesn’t help us
Empty hearts seem to be among folks
We can cry but it doesn’t save us...

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What is life without joy and happiness? 

what is life without self honour and pride? 

Upon this mountain hell i lay every day

Battered and frustrated

A man of sorrow, forsaken

My spirit groans for mercy which failed to come

All is taken away from me including the smallest...

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