Best Sorrowing(A) Poems

The ship in the habor on silvery seas
Lay vacant outspread 'neath the glassy moon
Drifting in cold whispers of the night
Like a drunk man shriveled on...

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By the early years of that ancient decade, the 70's,
I'd tired of my obstreperous tomboyish games: 
kickball with the neighbor kids, sledding in the winter,...

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Mary Elizabeth Frye dedication poem

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Do Not My Youthful Life Now Mourn

Do not my youthful life now mourn
My lot was set day I was born
I grew...

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Born To Walk, A Dark Path Of Jagged Stones

Born to walk, a dark path of jagged stones
too oft full of mistakes and ragged moans,
lone flying...

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I knew you from a distant dream
The sweet streams cry out
The dumb rocks perspire with dew
My heart flutters in your comely grace
You're more beautiful than...

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The sweet bells hung upon the soft woven air
The streams in recite and the cold plucked tear
From your pure brown eyes, softly as you wept
As...

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Sweet are the verses in rhymes that are sung
that genius the mind in history does crown
Blank white pages with divinity and splendor
Stoned face, haunting or...

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But Honey, Such Sweet Lies That We Both Told

It was a meandering dirty road,
Ah but honey- such sweet lies that were told
About the gold castle...

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Rejected
Defected
A hopeless case
Lost, drifting
Vanished without a trace
Sorrowing, woeful
Mired in despair
Anguished
Frustrated 
Tearing out fistfuls of her hair
Lonely, yearning
Trapped in solitude
Hoping for a pitying hand
To raise her...

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We live in a romance novel, one with misery and dread 
Where thoughts come to perform in our twisted heads
View and suspicion, leaving us dead...

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In Ancient Graveyard Of Hidden Poems, Truth Danced


In ancient graveyard of hidden poems, truth danced
Hiding deep, as romance keeps, a girl romanced
I a young man...

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He chose a face
that only his mad mother 
would love.
He painted a tragedy 
upon a crooked grin.

His mask was designed
to mug any real mirth.
His career-path
a...

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Like a withered rose laid bitter 
on a dark winter with all my petals fell 
with the autumn wind.
Will I grieve forever, the loss? Shall...

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The council meets, all hours, to hear old batty dames yell, what a *****,
we don't think she's a good person, because she doesn't look and...

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Dear Steve,

My vigor is exhausted as a revolutionary with a cause
My spirit is trapped in a dwindling dream 
By capitalist creams
Enticing my mental stream

A forgotten...

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