Best Sorrowfully Poems
You are a thorn, borne deep in my heart
The prick that sticks me with each breath I take
A tether, whether I want to be bound to you or not
The flame I blame for burning holes in my soul
Droning chants are rants lingering in my mind
Rumblings and mumblings within my sad breast
The wrong kind of song written for those in love
My eyes sting when I try to sing the sweet lyrics
Broken vows spoken; words shattered like glass
The refrain of my pain keeps wounds from healing
Sorrowfully shaken and forsaken, I had to walk away
Your pretense was immense, the shame of your fall
Love was spoiled, foiled because of your weakness
Your reason for treason, based on a foundation of lies
The suppression of your confession has taken a toll
How cruel to fool the one who gave you her heart
Categories:
sorrowfully, pain,
Form:
Verse
When love is torn asunder and there is nothing left but dissent,
a lover's heart will be shattered, mortally wounded and rent.
In a relationship that was once held as sacred and eternal,
sorrow takes a heavy toll on the one left behind, and infernal
flames of grief scorch the lonely heart so that it must dwell,
suffering in what seems like the fiery abyss of emotional hell.
Forlorn the man when his once-upon-a-time love went astray,
and became a wraith without a face. She refused to stay.
Dressed in bridal gown, perhaps she seeks a new marriage mate,
a man who will please her instead of treating her like a roommate.
She looks forward to a brighter future than one she's left behind,
wondering why she married him. How could she have been so blind?
Could it be there's another side to the separation of two lovers?
In death she was buried in a white shroud. Sorrowfully, he hovers.
A bouquet of crimson flowers he's brought to leave at her grave
but he cannot bear to look at the tomb. Today, he's not that brave.
Ghostlike she appears to him, a wispy figure, floating in the mist.
He's haunted by memories of the lips he'd passionately kissed.
Categories:
sorrowfully, lost love,
Form:
Ekphrasis
keep the music sorrowfully low,
so big daddy doesn’t hear.
the shadowy figures, surrender
and whisper in your ear.
the psychedelic colors flow
like the sea foam beat.
Angie, your chromatic hair
smells incandescently sweet.
locked and loaded, alone
with your beastie dreams.
your pillow’s soft and it leans -
your coming apart “at the seams”
one boy plays peek-a-boo, sniffing
your honeysuckles suspended.
tickled by your goldilock curls,
not realizing all it portended.
like walking into the deep dark wood,
he creeps hand and foot, eyes first
like a prowling tiger, tail wagging,
with a rattling tongue a-thirst.
Angie, swooshes her fingers
through his hair, hushes him.
...he stares at the ceiling stars
...loud music descends on his limbs.
Angie digs her embryonic duffel bag,
smiles and adds his decomposing bones
to the ashes of her huge imagination
and recalls that in this world, she’s all alone.
5/8/2019
Musical Inspiration Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
Song choice: Angie, Baby by Helen Reddy
Categories:
sorrowfully, dark,
Form:
Rhyme
The tree of my ritual was old and tall,
though not a true giant;
the next one may be, but needn't.
It possessed consequence in its bough
and the places around it,
which may have been occupied
for one of any number of reasons.
It was a fine tree, and my ritual was,
I hoped, appropriately reverent.
Respectful, yet uneasily godless,
my incantations whispered
with the light and gravity of the shade.
Hopeful, yet sorrowfully faithless,
my supplications revolved patiently
and drifted irreversibly into the air,
seeped deep beyond the bark,
sank into the soil and the root.
Godless as I was, I would not pass up
a fancy of random thought;
if it was a fancy of still unknown truth,
it would need nurture,
dutifully I would nurture.
Only such a tree could be worthy
of such faithless supplication.
18th October 2018
Categories:
sorrowfully, metaphor, tree,
Form:
Free verse
She fell from the light, into a world shadowed in gray.
~ by poet
An angel pouted to protest her punitive plight
No repentant redemption for her serious sins
Wings waylaid, the fatuous one was felled in flight
And from Heaven hurled; now banishment begins
Resentfully she roams in shadows of somber skies
An enraged expression marring her fractious face
A ranting rebel like the dastardly devil, father of lies
Dwelling in darkness due to her decadent disgrace
No earthly escape will she discover through death
Crows circle and caw, crying out in a clamoring voice
With crass words she crudely curses in banal breath
Wicked wrongdoer, condemned for her corrupt choice
With foolish folly she sorrowfully surrendered her soul
and delves within deep darkened depths for eternity
All alone, there will be no one to comfort and console
From shadows and suffering, she will never break free
She sulks upon sullen stygian shores of the river Styx
without a reprieve or relief from tormenting terror
There's no exit from her eternal eviction as time ticks
for Satan's spawn, shrouded in shame for her error
August 30, 2022
Alliteration Old or New Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
Categories:
sorrowfully, angel, dark,
Form:
Alliteration
50 Fallen Stars
There's a plague of insanity among us
Is it blind ignorance or just the blatantly ignorant?
A whole new land of despair and those with golden bars shall survive.
Hitler too was a citizen-
Also illicitly placed into power by officials
Did they think they could control the beast?
"History repeats itself," ringing in my ears
War coming in different measures, like none before
The crucifixion will be great, so pray on your decades
Momentous poverty lay upon us at best
The sheer terror that unfolds leaves me with tremors, while the tears that subject my face have the constitution of molten lava.
Debauchery is woven into our once bold- prideful colors that our ancestors
Repeatedly bleed for.
Erroneous is now the clad silken thread
Unwoven- with an apocalyptic surprise.
All I see is red, what happened to the blue and white?
Generations lost
The disadvantage will suffer from a lack of capital!!!
Women back on kitchen tables
Buildings once bubbling with life, the clatter of happy children playing will now crumble like dried stale bread
I'm nausea with fear for our elderly, those that cared for us- now left similar to molded foliage on an abandoned street.
Disabled? Minority? - quenched!
Striving for survival!
WAKE UP!
Take off your rose colored glasses!
Stop falling for the ruse and the propaganda-
Insulting your own intelligence! You already disrespected mine-
I'd rather be fed to a rabid animal then slowly suffocated by a herd of elephants
Are you prepared for sacrifice?
Tearing gold from people's teeth-
So others can lavishly bathe in oil
Retrogressing all that has been fought.
The earth- blood red, from the wounds of the masses
Neanderthals adorning $1,000 suits! Whom you pay homage to as if it's an honor of the divine
Emerge!!!
I sorrowfully hope it's not too late
Categories:
sorrowfully, allusion, america, anger, art,
Form:
Verse
O' Salty tear, a mere clear drop that you are
You've emerged for a million different reasons
many of which only the shedder knows
for you've emerged in all seasons.
The season of sadness or reason of joy
the tears of grief and the tears of joy
You and your unalloyed saline taste
thou art' but an emotional waste.
O'Salty tear each time you drop into oblivion
why not vanish away with your shedder's grief?
I tell you O' tear if you're to take my opinion
oughtn't you grant your shedder full relief?
Ah but thou art' a ceaseless ocean in reserve and store
No one can be sure, he'll cry no more
When you trickle down those sad upturned lips
we know destiny perhaps made those painful slips!
You are the raindrops of a grief-clouded heart
You do emerge when two lovers have to part
Help your shedder turn over a new leaf
so you're associated less with grief.
I've watched many a jilted lover
weep all alone by the sea-side most sorrowfully
and watched tears glide down noses or pince-nez
as their salty tears merged into the salty sea.
O' Salty tear but it's time you learnt to wash away
all and any poignancy from your shedder's heart
and be such a buddy who never wishes to meet again
the tearful shedder from whom you depart!
Would an ocean form created by ditched lovers
if someone collected their fallen tears?
Categories:
sorrowfully, sorrow,
Form:
Quatorzain
"All alone! Whether you like it or not,
alone is something you'll be quite a lot!"
Quote from- Dr. Seuss, Oh, The Places You'll Go! And The Larax
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Sometimes I am utterly, totally, entirely lonely,
There are days all I want to do is eat macaroni;
And on the carpet play roly-poly with my doggie,
Secluded and apart, toasty, cozy and all solitary.
Alone in myself, all alone wholly and sorrowfully,
Altogether silent, oh I enjoy the quiet completely;
Lonely can be good for writing a long, long story,
Or penning a sweet verse or rhyming a little poesy.
So when you feel lonely, just be still and write poetry,
And don't be sad, don't be afraid and don't be angry,
Just be lonely.
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August 7, 2015
Poetry/Rhyme/"Utterly, Totally, Entirely, Lonely"
Copyright Protected, ID 07-698-175-07
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
For the contest, Dr. Seuss Quote Prompt,
Sponsor Casarah Nance
Seventh Place
Categories:
sorrowfully, loneliness, writing,
Form:
Rhyme
Please tell me there's a healing anodyne,
some kind of mythical enlightenment,
a cure capable of extinguishing the flames
of grief burning deep within my heart.
It's a fire I cannot douse or smother.
If there is a balm, something known to man,
I beseech you, bathe me in its pacifying waters
before my heartache drives me insane.
Cleanse the malignancy lost love has wrought.
In the song of a lark I found a brief respite.
His voice soothed the beast blazing in my breast
but then off he flew before I slept.
My ache found but a moment's relief
then returned to plague me, smoldering again.
I linger in sorrow, without means of escape
from a life of recurring fear and doubt.
Is there no utopian Shangri La or illusive Camelot
where memories of us will not haunt me?
If not, I must endure this anguish to my grave.
In desperation, I planted a garden of herbs
and nibbled leaves of chamomile and yarrow,
but no analgesic did they prove to be.
I should've sown hemlock to end my misery.
What anodyne will succor the look of disdain
I see, when in a mirror I sorrowfully visualize
the love his eyes once held for me?
If the antidote blinds me, I beg to be dosed.
I would sacrifice sight to set my heart free.
June 18, 2022
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 3
Sponsored by Mark Toney
Categories:
sorrowfully, heartbreak,
Form:
Free verse
“Goodbyes are only for those who love with their eyes. Because for those who love with heart and soul there is no such thing as separation.” Rumi
Oils from my lantern of longing still burn,
as mamma constantly calls for you.
It's raining in mournful melodies,
serenading sorrowfully under moonlight melancholy,
as my tears reflect in a plethora of painful puddles.
In desolate darkness, all I see is your face.
I can still hear the echoes of your last goodbye,
where you asked to come and see you soon.
I resemble the mood of the moon,
but my innocent illumination remains intimately inherent.
I will never forget auburn autumn leaves lingering,
casually covering your granite grave with fresh flowers.
I could sit here forever,
waiting to hear you call my name.... One more time.
If only we could return to your abode,
walk along that cobbled path and then
sit in your verdant veranda full of vibrant colours.
Savour a cup of tea and listen to all your tales,
because the birds still arrive, wondering where you are.
How those people used to come from afar,
now all that's left is emptiness and silence.
From nothing you built your own castle,
despite so many obstacles placed in your way.
You won the hearts and respect of so many,
with your compassion and sincerity.
Your hands would nourish the sweetest fruits
and the most delectable, perfumed honeysuckle.
But now they too seem to have wilted away.
I'll always suffer from the pangs of loss,
but I know you would want me to smile
and always spread joy and compassion.
I wonder one day when we meet again,
will we plant pretty petals in heaven's garden.
Categories:
sorrowfully, death,
Form:
Elegy
God sees the poor in spirit* groaning in pain
Languishing in fleshly miseries where they’re slain
Being ruled by discouragement that’s vain
While hoping for His miracle to gain.
God invites them to immerse himself in His loving domain!
God hears them crying for divine aid and support
Excruciating from downfall’s discomfort
Wailing due to deceit and false report
While begging for His help, their ultimate resort.
God leads them to kneel with faith humbly before His gracious fort!
God knows them needing for urgent care
Beseeching for His assured welfare
Ailing with discontentment’s scare
While longing for His promises they treat as rare.
God brings them to His throne where at His blessings they can stare!
God understands them sighing anxiously
Expressing their complaints sorrowfully
Murmuring about unfairness grudgingly
While questioning their state bitterly.
God counsels them to seek His will meaningfully!
God recognizes them in their struggles against frustration
Succumbing to sinfulness’ oppression
Leaning toward welcoming desperation
While craving for His pardon’s restoration.
God grants them forgiveness upon confessing their iniquities of destruction!
God remembers them cringing in difficulty
Mourning over their self-inflicted calamity
Grieving because of worldliness-caused infirmity
While yearning for His joy and tranquility.
God cares for them with His mercy, guiding them by His light’s authority!
God pities them in their woes as they feel worthless
Wallowing in the futility of slothfulness
Afflicted with the guilt of fruitlessness
Pleading for His compassion and faithfulness.
God instructs them to serve Him thru His power to enjoy His bountifulness!
*Matthew 5:3 Blessed are the poor in spirit: for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
December 15, 2018
7th place, "Tinker, Taylor" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Julia Ward; judged on 12/29/2018.
Categories:
sorrowfully, christian, faith, god, inspirational,
Form:
Rhyme
A Christmas Prayer for Ukraine
God for Christmas on Ukraine bestow hope
For those folk in dire need of hope to cope
Solace to console the soulful hearted
Doleful since the day Putin’s war started.
Many tears have been sorrowfully cried
For those wounded or no longer alive
Homes and buildings repeatedly attacked
Down to a madman’s lies slyly amassed.
I Pray for safety of Ukraine’s brave men
Retaliating again and again
For women and children who cannot rest
Fearing the worst and hoping for the best.
Praying for those who for safety have fled
To countries where they sleep safely in bed
For the kindly souls who settle them down
For recovery well-nigh to abound.
I pray Lord seek out Ukrainian lambs
Touch them with thy gentle, powerful hands
Shine your light o’er everyone here on earth
As we commemorate the holy birth.
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24th December 2022
Categories:
sorrowfully, christmas, hope, prayer,
Form:
Rhyme
If it were not for you I would
live carelessly unashamed
But instead I live carefully
Unabashed unafraid unrestricted
Unrestrained ambushed by
Ambushed by memories I thought
I had forgotten so sorrowfully for
Me to be on bended knees
Begging for forgiveness
Breathlessly starving for your
Affections stop this dizzying
Dance and surrender I care for
No other attraction but you
Arouse my feelings of content
You're the pleasant pressure I
Swoon in
No mild adjustment no other you
I trust in for today is yours your
Ecstacy your dreams uncried tears
No wretched memories come
Afoot I'm pouring my heart out to
You so I think you should know my
Heart beats just for you
There i have confessed my whole
Soul to you that look those eyes
That angelic face my craze for you
Categories:
sorrowfully, appreciation, care, dance, fate,
Form:
Prose
I woke this morning to the sound of sleet tapping on my windows but after several minutes there had been a hush. I looked out and saw a soft blanket of snow. Not in itself cause for wonder, but in New Orleans it's very unusual. It was only a couple of inches, but it was the impetus for this write.
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They twirled in the swirling wind
No costume worn, ever twinned
each a beauty that transcends ~
each crystal from the sky descends
I danced among them like a child
filled with wonder, I was beguiled
until I realized and sorrowfully felt
my touch was spurring them to melt
From my window I watched, enthralled
as feathery fliers they lay sprawled
safe from the heated warmth of me
a flock of snowflakes, a Winter flurry
Categories:
sorrowfully, snow,
Form:
Rhyme
[They] brush over closed lids
of tear filled eyes,
if only known why,
why they so sorrowfully cry,
but future tense gives none
of secrets way to be held,
and so the dreams fall to cries
and the dreams of futures,
barely tell...
Categories:
sorrowfully, song-
Form: