Best Lamenting Poems
As strangers to this virgin land
succumbed to the impossible
we are numbed by grief for what is gone
Astonished by the solitude...
We gaze, without a breath, nor voice
upon the blue veined world once loved
A home we've left behind!
It seems so weightless to the eye
And out of the chill of marbled sorrow
We weep for countless lost tomorrows
Although our eyes might be deceived,
from here, the vision is a lie,
yet remains so beautiful in the sky
We stand wide eyed, upon new shores
And look from here, to the earth so far
How fragile, is our earth still spinning
As we grasp at new beginnings
How precarious a world, untouched, can be
Have we learned, from where we've been?
We must recall,.... recall it all
Look how it spins, against the stars
Oh God, ...so fragile, frail and small
Let me turn my head,
I cannot bear to watch,
I must close my eyes
before it falls....
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As I slip into the void of this endless black,
Stardust ignites the darkest night sky,
And though I want to I cannot ever go back,
To where our love once learned to fly.
Love seeps from curling words
into a floundering bloodstream,
While amongst the stardust fly birds
escaping farther upstream.
How could I have not seen
Your acidic tongue drips venom slow,
Your kiss concealed the poison between,
It all was lost within the glow.
Now I yearn for eternal rest
Amongst the stars and stardust,
My heart has ceased to beat in my chest,
While leaving you is still the hardest.
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I wept and I weep.
All my tears cried since that day,
could fill the oceans.
I counted each gasping breath;
the end came with dawn's bird song.
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February 8, 2015
Poetry/Tanka/lamenting mother
Copyright Protected, ID 02-639-176-08
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
For the Standard contest, Tanka Tears,
sponsor Rick Parise, Judged 02/2015
Honorable Mention
I write poems
I paint poem
Poems dripping blood
Poems deep and sad
Sad and raw with emotion
Sad to read and behold
Behold the words
Behold the sadness
Sadness in bleeding poetry
Sadness in my deep sorrow
Sorrow that drips sadness
Sorrow that flows in poetry
Poetry I write of pain
Poetry penned in pain
Pain that stabs my heart
Pain that is endless
Endless until my last breathe
Endless dreams that torment
Torment all of my days
Torment in my soul and I pray
Pray for peace from above
Pray that my writing will be release
Release the emotion I hold within
Release the flood of tears flowing
Flowing words I write
Flowing tears I write
Write with wide-eyed innocence
Write my poems truthfully
Truthfully my words tell the story
Truthfully I lay bare my heart
Heart and soul written
Heart again and again to read
Read by those who honour me
Read by those with kindness
Kindness will be their response
Kindness will dwell in their words
Words that are mine
Words and poems mine
Mine that I gave birth to
Mine that are like my beloved children
Children I will ever protect
Children I accept with their flaws and treasure
Treasure all my poems
Treasure and weep for my poesy
Poesy that heals my heart and soul
Poesy that I must and need to write
Write with deep lamenting
Write with great love
Lamenting a life I must journey alone in
Love buried in tombs
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May 7, 2015
Poetry/Blitz/I, Lamenting
Copyright Protected, ID 05-671-035-07
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
What mystery his essence brings
firm the limbs roaming through the hills,
amid the bushy, shadowed trees
his call… the fragrant air, refills.
And sacred eyes guide night’s passage
that clear the forest, to imbue
a rugged grace that comes alive
in moonglow’s tint and furry hues.
Listening to the Gray Wolf's song,
when he yelps out to harmonize
kinship with man, an ancient rite,
while guarding the clan…his blest prize.
Though named by time as spirit- peace,
oh hunters’ greed drains a friend’s blood
as winds lament the saddest howl;
immortal he rests on fields, lulled.
*Protect America's Wolf...https://howlingforjustice.wordpress.com
Shadow Hamilton's Contest
Canis Lupus The Wolf
4/7/15
It was a weekend and I was in a mood
To reach my home as early as I can
I urged the wheels to start a friendly race
With the competing cars rushing around.
The sky getting dark, is it unusual?
I switched on the lights to make the way clear
Sun already hiding, behind the trees
Unable to bear the horrendous scene.
The leaves were silent and the mighty wind
The waves of ocean also stupefied
The nature remained as stunned and low
Heavy and gloomy, sadness in the air.
The beams of light while tearing the darkness
Suddenly found out two eyes so bright
From a small head that holding so high
From a small body already half-dead.
Her eyes were staring straight to my eyes
Calm and serene in their last minute
Piercing my heart with their emotions
Pity and sorrow and dismay and grief.
I turn the wheel to avoid the hitting
Risking my life and car to another track
But behind me, the vehicle of death
The one which she was longing so long.
Oh! Dear soul, I couldn’t forget
The bright little eyes that searched for pity
Like a brave soldier of a defeated army
Holding your head as high as you can.
I imagined the short life that you spent
In this splendid world of cruelty,
As a cute kitten dancing around
And following the little butterflies.
Full of fur, your body was so white
And a long tail, waging in anger
You chased down the tricky doves in vain
And the little sparrows that fly around.
Vibrant and vigil, your life was so full
Until your clock stopped ticking
I couldn’t sleep, the eyes are haunting
Close your eyes dear one, I’m lamenting.
Lamenting the death of Nature
The rivers are dry and the dams are bursting
Drying savannah and in some cases totally scorched
I feel the pang in my heart , smelling the fumes
Of fires so fierce i can barely breath
The widely spaced trees that used to give a canopy
To an ever so green savannah is no more
The ocean that used to be so blue reflecting on the blue skies
Has turned from grey to brown and from brown to being
Filled with debris from all over the world
Plastic to glass and paper to metal and even dead animals
The sand that i used to roll and frolick on is just as dirty
But where is humanity when we hurt bruise and abuse nature
Who is guilty i quiz myself hopelessly in my mind
The answer lies with all of us yes all of us living today
The forces of nature have had it for every passing day
A natural disaster is reported from all angles of the globe
Mudslides here burning forests there and nothing seems to change
Our nature of feeding into an endless lust of consumerism
Has turned and made us humans an enemy to nature
Children born tomorrow will be born into a balding earth
I cry for mother nature for no amount of money could replace her
For at the end of the day there will be no more trees to print the money
Mother nature do not let your wrath fall upon us
Give us the wisdom to respect and honour your children
The earth the water the fire the air and most of all
The space we all need to live in
"you are more than I deserve. It's a love I never dreamed I'd find. Happinesd like this is worth dying for..."
- Yasunari Kawabata-
Looking down, while flying midway between sky and earth,
I saw a dog on the grey tongue of an abandoned road,
Licking its genitals under summer-noon's hot slogan.
And I understood how badly I had drifted from your hills.
The hearth, that eatthen hearth, we often mended with butter-clay scooped out of a shallow river called "wahumkhra",
every time it cracked, pitilessly, after meals we managed to cook, sparingly though, will always remain as the only string that holds the chandelier of my fragile existence.
O that sweet hunger, how I yearn for it now.
The pallet of pine-needles stiched with old sacks,
on which we gathered dreams with smell of pine forests,
was no lesser than the priest's preachings on sunday mornings about His heaven's promised infinite sleep.
The narrow streets on which I doddered looking for work,
with constantly slipping away toes from outworn sandals,
while you waited for me with the blossoming seed in your belly, a future, full of honeyed beehives, over which I staggered drunk with restlessness of a beggar, for which I repent till this day.
I never knew, honestly, that I will become an irrelevant thread in the embroidery of jasmines on the hem of mekhala chaddar worn by a naiad, for the first time, shyly, when she attained puberty, and on the day of her subsequent gandharva marriage to an alchemist.
For the time being, I exist as a windless flag with no colors, neither white nor of any color known to mankind.
My soul and heart stay bled, like the butchered wings of Jatayu, but sweetheart, you will hear me flutter, sometimes, in the chuckling of a wounded squirrel and wailing of a cicada in the pine-hills where winds tease clouds, where you dwell reminiscing shadows of our silhouetting nonsenses.
Notes :
1. Mekhala chaddar, a traditional of Assamese women.
2. Gandharva marriage is one of the eight classical types of hindu marriage. This ancient marriage tradition from the Indian subcontinent was based on mutual attraction between to people, with no rituals, witnesses or family participation.
3. Jatayu was a vulture, in the hindu epic ramayana, whose wings were severed by ravana's sword, while attempting to rescue sita when the latter kidnapped her.
My mind, thrashing about, fighting the reality
that you are no longer here.
My world, so full of your absence,
Our house, wasting away in quiet despair.
A table setting for one now, if at all;
No loathsome smell of magic shave.
No sweet aroma of your cologne.
Our half empty bed, and no love sounds.
Yesterday I reached out for you, forgetting.
Called your name again, forgetting.
The sound of crying again, my own,
Remembering you had returned to dust, and
I to loneliness.
For Black Eyed Susan's Contest a poem of truth
Manipulating moon
Provoke lamenting rain-
Sluice down countless faces
Oblivious to man’s atrocities of man.
For unspoken answers,
there was always the-
question, why hawks
were needing the peace ?
Tied to innate fringes,
I want an explicit display.
The prologue was very
misleading.
War was inside and
outside. Were you a hobbes-
ian ? I am not afraid
of death.
Reacted so violently.
The colored shirts should be
taken off. Let us see
the scars !
Satish Verma
Lamenting Blossom
Shed not tears of grief.
Light forestalls your requiem.
Glorifying life.
© Dane Smith-Johnsen
April 18, 2010
You imagined his love an antidote
not an addiction to enslave you,
but when the spiral you were in, left you
with a splintered heart, that fragile part
surrendered when you laid down
your arms you became a junkie for his em-
brace,you wore a monkey on your back,
you were an abyss of unworthiness.
Yet in the finality of it all when
you were back upon the shelf, know
you did not fall to Love, but to
the Shadow self. It's not the same,
so brook no blame, and bless
the one who stayed, and stayed again.
Bless him who embraced both
shadow and the sun.
Seemingly standing alone,
In the shadows of doubt and fear,
Lost, cold, forgotten,
Cold is the grasp of death that nears
Seeking a hand in darkness of solitude,
Wishing for nothing but a love,
Turned away, cast aside, borne not even a stray, lone thought,
Towering aloft, looked down upon from far above
Throned so high overhead, just as kings of old,
Glared down upon, a lowly tear forsaken so,
Caught within a trap, drowning, mists of sorrow,
A voice unheard, a voice deserted, only a voice in woe
Wandering such great, forlorn paths,
A derelict mind harshly beat, a mind that has since long been vacant,
Rove, this neglected child does,
One mind among so many, outcast, this dolor mind abeyant.
War has stolen my children,
War snatched my sweetest things, god’s given;
War robbed my children from being ‘hidden’
War demolished my tiniest hope,
War has made me a body without soul.
I’ve seen bullets killing my children,
I’ve heard babies cry,
It maims my soul the way babies die;
I have nowhere to fly.
War didn’t spare a single child,
Bombs fell on smiling babies,
Weapons snatched our babies from cradle,
Ignominious war sent them to grave.
I’ve seen atrocious appearance of war,
To raise my voice I dare,
I am solo face on crowd
You can’t kill us blasting bombs loud,
I will finally hold revenge’s sword,
I want to listen my baby’s shout.
Where are my bubbly chirpy children?
When shall this war end?
When will the toys get back their owner?
When shall they again play with dolls?
War has taken over one million children,
War has made moms bed-ridden,
War has turned off the way of life,
War owed everything to malice.
Why did war kill Zelena’s new born?
Why did it take away 5 yrs old Adnaan?
Regina’s little head struck by splinter
My heart is dead like cold winter.
I play with soft toys of my children,
I weep over their lost childhood
I kiss their tiny fur shoes,
I wash their colorful clothes
To lessen my woes!!
I shake Sana’s round rattle,
I count days of battle
My lips get chapped,
My tears get dried,
But I never stop waiting,
For my little children to return,
War can’t rob our children,
It just robs the future citizens!!