Best Mournful Poems
As I lie amongst wildflowers
beneath the butterfly weeds,
you pondered, through my mind
as you often do,
delicately fragile
essence bursting free
eccentric, dazzling colours
deteriorating, slight physique ~
weakening petals withered
mournful harps serenade,
sensing your soul has departed
in sorrow, I feel your peace
as I lie amongst wildflowers,
beneath the butterfly weeds
you pondered through my heart
as you often do
A tribute to Emmalene Benson, forever beautiful. RIP
Wrathful tears ripen shame
and sows conscience-stricken seeds of self-loathing.
Scourged by the storm’s desolate dirge
this flimsy canopy offers no protection
as the wind-driven rain rides roughshod over me.
Susan Ashley
April 9, 2019
mournful cries fill the air
mother bird calling for its baby
eaten by the cat
mantis catches butterfly
I am sad: yet, that is
the way of nature
loud feathered thud
- flight into eternity
deceptive glass pane
Mournful warning cry
travels across the cold sea....
quick, look out, watch close
From within the fog
beacon of life in the night....
guide to safe harbor
Paula Swanson
For the contest:
In The Light Haiku
Sponsored by Russell Stivey
Placement:2nd
as fog comes creeping
a wind screams through the graveyard. . .
the night frightened white
leaves on ground scatter
around unremembered graves. . .
the shivering trees
high above the mist
and cemetery tombstones. . .
moon hides its fullness
digging at one grave
the coffin in fresh deep ground. . .
a large grey creature
yellow eyes of owls
watch from an oak’s gnarled limbs. . .
the wolf strangely howls
night turns into dawn
As the cold fog rolls away. . .
A secret revealed
atop his wife’s grave
lies a weeping naked man. . .
his nails caked with dirt
For the Spooky 'Ku Contest
of : Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver
As a fine mist you disappeared a day
Returning to the world of the souls
Leaving a deep and heart felt pain
Only time would heals the great sorrow
Making your immense absence and loss most
endurable
Everything that time or tide may tell
a silver birch rise in an azure sky
Moonbeam with its wrinkles and dry mouth
captivated by the mournful music
The perception of something eternal
is in itself a utopia -
but an encouragement on a cloudy day
Don't tear up the roots or retouch the story
An eternal escape as the waves
Morals and principles despite the prize
The traces of a heart that sought balm
will be buried in the underworld forever
17.03.2023
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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- 'M' Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
1st place in the contest
Queen Elizabeth the Second passed
leaving the World in a mournful state.
How can this be--one who's so steadfast.
She tempered Britain's every fate.
Barely a bride on her honeymoon,
she learned her father, the King, had died.
Her life changed, becoming Queen so soon,
honeymoon left, that life set aside.
For seventy years, she was the Queen,
and a sister, daughter, mum, and wife.
Amazing what this lady would mean
to post-war Britain's foothold on life.
She guided with her feminine hands
never shirked her nation's duty call.
Tiny monarch ruling many lands.
She rose to be one-hundred feet tall!
September 8, 2022
hauntingly eerie
a sorrowful outpouring
love lost, uncensored
TLH © 05-17-2012
A smile hides sometimes
The deep feelings of the soul
Hidden from outside
With a transparent armor
Covering like a black veil
2-12-2016
Lamp shade shrouds my blanched soul
Dimming, residual light o'er weary heart doth roll
Flickering memories cloud my intellectual pole
Obscure shadows flutter through subconscious pinhole
Dusk, fading hope through my restive spirit doth stroll
Encroaching darkness shutters my resolve; my psyche doth patrol
Murky thoughts leaf through my sensory scroll
Shimmering reflections flounder, then my inner being roil
Foreboding sentiments my sanity will parole
Oscillating dreams eclipse all feelings of control
Loosely anchored in sinking ship; fueled by despondency's blackest coal
Mournful echoes sound in waves, marooning courage on lifeless
shoal
Last glimmer of twilight, now must pay the woeful toll
Shattered and shipwrecked brokered to misery's dole
Playful serpents of lightning
With twin tongues sparkling
Into the dark caves of clouds
In their hide’n seek marbling
Anger some heat they sending
Lo! All soft clouds thus forcing
To melt shy, rich’n cool hearts
Into the soul of earth a pouring
And like those gloomy lovers
Wander into greens’n bowers
Restless without their beloved
Shedding oceans of showers
O tearful clouds! Keep urging
Thy lost love, go quick pacing
Take the path of roaring rivers
At home she must be waiting
But let me any path not search
Let me lie’n a little more perch
With my preciously gifted tears
As last love token way of church
Why have you disappeared?
It's like all of my limbs have been sheared.
The world has now fallen away
And I let out a pitiful bay
The pain is like no other
And my mind threatens to smother
The world moves on without delay
As if you were not mislaid today
Many move on without a second thought
While I am fraught and distraught
I am nothing but a mourning dove
And I wish to be with you, my love
Why am I sad
Saddy-sad-sad
Saddy-sad, saddy-sad
Saddy-sad-sad.
Why is life bad
Maddy-sad-bad
Maddy-sad, maddy-sad
Maddy-sad-bad.
Hey- what'll you do if you're left alone,
and it's not all, on a hot and dry land
Where nobody is nix known?
Listen to a camel's heart-
Camel, storing all its strength in its hump,
and looking very-very smart.
Camel resists in desert's dirt,
Can you think how much he envied?
He's often called the 'ship of desert':
This is because of their
Ability to navigate the harsh desert
which sounds awful and mournful
But never mind, it's all desert's scramble,
So hats off to camel uncle!