Best Sombre Poems
Categories:
sombre, absence, august,
Form:
Sonnet
Every night,the tenebrous land of my inner existence
invades my last waking thought.
Once more this somber heart seeks you..
It seeks for you 'neath the silhouette of each sakura tree
and in the slow rise of an iridescent moon over the horizon.
It seeks for you through ashes, and embers of a sky's shooting star
and through mist which spreads your name on my window-pane.
This sombre heart seeks you through lonely tear drops
which fall gently like scented lavender on a worn out pillow-case.
Every night,desires and illusions live their reality.
I make love to the wind,to the sand,to the shore where we danced
Where our bare-toes crunched corals,and your lips brushed my hand.
Every night,your evanescent hug is carried by waves back to me
I reach you,I hold you,I breathe once again in yester's memory.
Every night,I believe in the next blinding sunrise
to run wild,to run free in evergreen fields
where dandelions blossom ,and the crimson rose bleeds
Ahh,how it bleeds,with its soft scarlet petals
and velvets of passion,yet it bleeds
with hundreds of thorns,well hid in between.
Every night,the tenebrous land of my inner existence
invades my last waking thought
Once more ,this sombre heart seeks you
It seeks the guitar boy with those amorous eyes
It seeks each wrinkle of laughter
Its every remembrance ,and effervescent smile
without the cold distance and our last goodbye.
Categories:
sombre, feelings,
Form:
Free verse
Would they notice,
If my solace escaped?
If my sombre eyes finally pinned shut.
Life is just.
I must.
That fake smile, the painful mask I sew to my skin,
Just to feel something.
Hanging on by a single thread.
Each day tugs at the strings,
Test another limit.
Is it normal, to just?
Categories:
sombre, analogy, conflict, dark, depression,
Form:
Free verse
Floods, earthquakes, hunger,
Worldwide strife,
Severe drought, dire thirst
Reality becomes apparent.
To stay alive
And to survive,
For many, will perish.
Humanity will be rationed,
Life as we know it abandoned,
Queuing for water,
Earth will suffer a great dearth,
Hearts will rage and be sore,
For water, nations will go to war,
Planet Earth is in danger,
Man is greedy
Careless of the needy,
Do they sleep at night knowing,
The poor live in a cardboard shed,
To find water, tomorrow’s dread,
Where are you running to,
There is nowhere to hide
One sad day, the tide
Will go out,
And never return.
Why do you murder for land,
And pluck the living from
Their homes
When soon there will
Be no water on hand.
God merely asks, why
Has man not learnt to share,
Why do the rich want more,
Do they not know what
Is in store,
He warns the world, beware,
This is your doing,
Earth is trembling,
Needs re-wiring,
Nuclear warfare is happening,
The whole world distraught,
Humanity will become extinct,
As fire consumes all,
In fiery shrouds,
And heaven, roars with thunder,
As the sky darkens
With heavy clouds,
Petals that fall on
A bloodied field,
No fruit will they yield.
Categories:
sombre, humanity,
Form:
Free verse
The mines have taken my strength
taken my sight
and taken my breathe
Crawl to the light I cannot, thus my
Energy
Nor will I see the light before I die
I am hopeless.
Categories:
sombre, life, worklight, light,
Form:
Free verse
Deadly Stars Gleaming
Death Follows in their Sorrow
Their Tears Cold and Hard
Categories:
sombre, sad,
Form:
Haiku
A Silly Sombre Poem
It was on one Tuesday morning, I had some spare time,
So, began to write some poetry, a poem without a rhyme.
My composition was deep and dark, quite difficult to write,
Though I didn’t particularly like it, I knew someone who might.
Her name was doom and gloom, Worlds problems at her door,
As I continued to pen my words, mused who am I writing this for.
I tried a funny line to lighten it up a bit,
But didn’t really work, so I decided, get rid of it.
Feeling rather downhearted, I paused for a cup of tea,
In the hope of inspiration to revive my poetry.
Positive words are what I need to bring my work alive,
Then I wrote more sombre ones, my poem took another dive.
My heart felt so such sadness for the line that I just read,
It starts at the top of the hill and ends at the bottom lying dead.
KS 2 Apr 2018
Categories:
sombre, irony, nonsense, sad, silly,
Form:
Rhyme
Sombre clouds arise
Cloudburst in the horizon
Nightfall in the sky
Categories:
sombre, weather,
Form:
Haiku
I reflect on what you look like now!
You were beauteous when I saw you last.
What precious gifts did time endow?
All those years of tranquil absence
As you slumbered away the time somehow.
I wonder if your eyes remain bright,
They always looked at me kindly.
I think that, if you're at home tonight,
I could give you a call ~ perhaps...
Or should I just simply write?
I expect that you smile as you always could;
Intriguing, enchanting, and toasty warm.
But you smiled for me today ~ I knew you would
(In any case I've misplaced your number).
I must be more careful ~ I know I should.
Do you think of me, perchance?
When days are long and nights are cold.
Bestow on me a passing glance?
Think of times, now far away ~ Distant?
A sombre time, a valedictory happenchance.
I should visit but what's to gain?
~ To see, now, how you are?
It could easily even cause you pain.
I would come soon, now! today!
But outside it looks like rain.
Categories:
sombre, absence, death of a
Form:
Rhyme
My memories scatter, like dust of the air,
which once were more numerous than fish in the sea.
Now withered, they re-tell tales of lost youth.
At times my memories congeel and fragment,
so much so,
that I label myself untrustworthy.
I feel an emptyness that my mouth can't quantify, nor words express.
Like my soul is fleeting, ready to leave the sack of bones it hopelessly occupies.
People say that growing old is a curse,
but it's not the outward complexion that grieves me so.
Rather the rattle as my marbles drop and my memories lie in tatters.
I'm scared when the people in white coats barge in.
who say they're 'here to help' , but proceed to strip me of my my dignity,
and use pills to make me helplessly compliant.
Maybe cruel karma has punished me fast.
For little did I empathise, until I truly knew,
what it's like to be a burden, societie's disregard.
And ever shall I wish that humble soul,
will see me not as useless, but marvel at my tales.
And one day, I pray, that someone will,
outstretch to me the hand of compassion.
08.19.2020
Categories:
sombre, age, anxiety, fate, future,
Form:
Free verse
SOMBRE SWANS
Once I could
twitter like a
lark at the
world; now I
must muddle my
words with the
immensity of
granite; I have
no more playoffs
left to play with
my sombre swans
sashay through
the perfidious
hours like a shroud
© Kim van Breda—26 June 2014
Categories:
sombre, life, metaphor, nature,
Form:
Free verse
The journey lasted for not more than forty glorious and blessed years
Before your smiles gradually faded as you journeyed to a land far away,
The hearse swallowed you into its belly, while hearkening not to our fears,
It sirened off with the streams of our cries flowing far beyond our doorways,
You were interred in that hot harmattan afternoon of November
With no winter to wither the sombreness of our soliloquys,
But surely for many more years to come, you shall be remembered,
Tho' it is certain that one day, we'll meet again by the heavenly quays,
As long as the tears of the skies wet the earth and the stars still continue in the sky to twinkle,
You'll forever be loved, even if the tears that flow in our hearts make our cheeks appear dry,
We'll just keep keeping in touch with you in prayer even after our skins completely wrinkle,
Tho', no matter how bitter our heart is, your goodness can't be brought back by our earthly cry.
But the shares of conviviality you doled out will always be there for us to appreciate,
A quintessential celestial reception for you, is what we, on your behalf, will daily apprecate,
May the almighty God compensate you for the goodness, everyone knows you gave,
May God count you worthy of being chosen as one of his beloved faves.
Categories:
sombre, death of a friend,
Form:
Elegy
I can see the dark hues through my window,
it’s cloudy outside with no stars or fireflies.
It’s been three years since the darkness has been protecting me
With its hollow emotions running through me day by day, night by night.
But today it is different; the cloud has clogged the sky with no rain, no wind, no moon.
Just a graphite grey sheet cruel enough to resist the sky to see or breathe.
Making me uncomfortable in my own room a little gloomy but beautiful.
With little or no lights, me sitting in one place.
My books kept on my bed and the rack half-empty with dust,
My pens ran out of ink lying near the pile of clothes kept on the chair instead of my big brown closet.
A wrinkled bedsheet with a musky smell, similar to the room freshener kept by the edge.
The cityscape has seen me this way, peeking at me through the glass windows and mocking in silence.
But the night has always been there for me, gawking with its familiar way, asking for a conversation.
We spoke many times about the seashore, how the waves become louder at night and the sand is shinier than usual
like the voices inside my brain having their scintillating chat under those dim lights.
Those were the hours when I fell in love with the night,
See! darkness can be beautiful too, with unusual sophistication.
But you….
You were fond of lights, urging me to remove those curtains of secrecy and let those devilish rays seep inside,
You took my dry hands and let them soak the moist from the first rays.
You knew the depth in my eyes can not be filled only by those high pitched blank conversations,
they need the rays, the autumnal air, some tiny blossoms.
You made the mornings easy for me with your voice, glistening smiles, with your tender touch
And those lovely eyes.
Caressing my cold cheeks and telling me ‘Meet you tomorrow at sunrise’.
~Madhurima Ghosh
Categories:
sombre, first love, memory, metaphor,
Form:
Ode
Words are written on ministry walls
Deeds are earmarked in history
In between lie the unassuming
In the end recorded as a sombre barroom tale
Categories:
sombre, life
Form:
Free verse
Are you sure after the sunset
the hunger will find the mouths
in black alley ?
I go to my ailing land.
Stand on a mass grave.
No faces, No names.
Brother, I am not bickering
I am listing on my fingers.
Was it possible that we could
count the virgins in the town ?
Mudslinging starts. Who was not
corrupt ? The prevailing conjugation.
How you will tell your kid who
was your mother ?
I become restless, tossing around.
A single word shimmers like a
blood soaked jewel. I pick it up.
A baby poem is born.
Satish Verma
Categories:
sombre, art,
Form:
ABC