Best Misfortune Poems

There aren't many chances for misfortune to come across the path of the wise

For his concern is spirituality that his soul him with it preoccupies!...

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Where on Earth or far beyond do we poets go, you ask. 
My thoughts willingly stretch my imagination with this task.
I would reply...in any direction...

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"Life is fragile and temporary. The faces of today quickly become the faces of the past. Sorrow, pain, and anger... it all fades, except love....

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Music and romance are camarilla comrades,
just like poems are my shield and arrows.
But not all lullabies of lovers,
harmonise like a street choir of angels.
If love...

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"Ransom"




Held to ransom 
words inject your mind
pierce your skin
drawn backwards 
you transcend, 
you look within
a bloodied mind
the numbness melts
inconsequential ignobles
and dreary misfortune
a polar ice cap...

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The time seems to wander, languishing here and there, jealous of the wind.
Sometimes it flies, to almost find it's end, even when you have barely...

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Written: October 28, 2023
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Among the living is where perfection is found.
Stoicism...

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In sweet summer aroma these eyes burn hungry 
as feelings fall down from the branches baptised beautiful 

Forget not me in every waking dream memory...

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oh, my precious child!

let me kiss away your weep -
do not be troubled, the moon but bids good night
(stars whispering their ancient lullaby)
swallowing not, the...

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Tempest gone, darkened skies have all blown past,
tho' blue grey dawn laughs at my feeble fist. 

A knight's heart equanimity lost...  
thrown now into...

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"Life is fragile and temporary. The faces of today quickly 
become the faces of the past. Sorrow, pain, and anger... 
it all fades, except love....

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Aging woman stands on the precipice betwixt birth and death reflecting upon her life.
Bereft she sometimes feels when reflecting upon her life.
Crying, she succumbs to...

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My domestic dwelling,
hugs me like the first time my mother
cradled me in her arms
when I was born.

It welcomes me,
like a warm thick jacket
put over my...

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A funny frog called Mr Snog,
once lived beside a slimy bog,
he was a most peculiar fellow,
his hat was red, his boots were yellow,
his waistcoat was...

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I am the
Scot's thistle
The emblem of my
proud country it has
been our valiant
pride for so
           ...

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