Best Sullen Poems
Hold Those Tears Falling From Sullen Skies
Hold those tears falling from sullen skies
floods below, drown the sorrows of lost men.
Enough that mother earth hears thy sad cries
angelic sorrow, weep thou not in sin.
Remain thee stalwart, life may reverse tides
heaping on thee, joy in sweet future times.
Sun again shines, ending dark, stormy rides
thee shall picnic far off in fairer climes.
When mortal spirits race on foolish paths
happiness flows away as morning dew.
Embrace thee not, misdeeds bring evil wraths
walk faithful course, one that is truly new.
Live life, Fate has no power in Hope's lands.
For even Fate yields to angelic hands.
Robert J. Lindley, 10-28-2016
Sonnet
A breeze that once lay cool in morn,
is face of death as dark was born.
On pebbled beach and under guise,
from sea to shore destroyed broad wise.
Great sullen wind awoke this night
and made old oak tree tremble fright.
Though might in years, he stood and shook
for death wind sought and life it took.
In churches huddled in the mass
we prayed the Lord would let it pass
and so He did and had it done
so weathered storms would see the sun.
She spurs me on
Like a violent wind.
She howls to me in the night
Like a siren.
Her light is red as blood.
My flesh is cold as steel.
Sweet dew is a nectar.
She gathers it with teacups,
Stirs it with a bent finger,
Tastes the life-blood of earth,
Singing silently in her mind.
There is no need for sound.
She reads to me patiently
As to a child.
I listen, and interrupt.
Her voice is as piercing
As a Bene Gesserit.
I tremble with violence.
Tomorrow we may dance together
In the steely dawn.
The shutters are down;
The gowns flow all red and black.
Surely some secret is at hand.
I make my bed by morning.
There is no sleeping there,
Only turning like a storm,
Kicking in the night,
Wanting to seize the force,
The everlasting.
The aperture is open
The glass is clear as day.
I revel in in it .
I soak and darken in my soul
Like a sunspot.
There is no need for singing.
Praise be to almighty Thor
Or whoever carries the club
And hangs a tooth about his neck.
They are one, those restless ones.
They are not meek, nor tidy.
Each day begins with them.
Secretly as a cloud,
Those forms appear,
They evaporate again.
Most useful is their image,
They do not irritate the skin
Or pulverize the mind.
Frankly, it is beyond the pale
What mortals fear and would revere.
Beating a drum might drive away
The awful dream
Or call in reinforcements,
Conjuring a pleading battle cry.
in the depths of dreams
there lurks a sullen shadow
dreadfully daunting
an alter ego
with the face of transgression
tirelessly haunting
"Loving and losing:
Different only by one letter and a million degrees of pain."
~ Jessica Katoff ~
With each rising sun and waning moon
I envisioned the dark eclipse of our ruin.
"You're crazy as a loon, he said. "It's delirium."
I did not pretend his caustic words held truth
To burnished stars I grieved, forlorn for love
Melancholy blue, I knew I had to turn away
I mourned, heart bereaved in solemn reverie,
as if interred in a crypt of egregious umbra
I longed for an awakening, from shadow to light
for someone to mediate a semblance of sanity
but into the sullen pitch of night, I quietly ebbed
There was nothing left of our love to consecrate
Bound by chains of despair and indigent of faith
I became obtuse to reality; I had given up on me
but with wounds etched across my delicate heart
I freed myself from apogee and rose above sorrow
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September 9, 2019
Eight Word Challenge
John D. Hamilton
Challenge was to use the following words:
OBTUSE INDIGENT EGREGIOUS DELIRIUM
DELICATE CONSECRATE MEDIATE AWAKENING
Sullen Sylvia sadly
Departed deeply devestated by
Her husband's heartless
Departure for a deadly damsel
skies turned dark grey
water cascading downwards
land soaking it up
i watch the eagle soar
through this crimson hued sky
as i inhale
this sultry air
and gasp
a new day is dawning
yet my thoughts linger
as i clutch memories
of yesterday's now past
i can't grasp these thoughts
twisting through my head
like vines on old trees
as they hold on tight
choking words
like a noose
around neck
i stutter
through sullen whispers
dropping to my knees
as i clasp my hands
in prayer
looking for answers
i'll never find
i hear the screams
of this eagle
echo in my head
as he lands
on the bough
above
silence breaks
like twigs
and minds
snapping
as a rabbit
scurries for cover
in the thicket nearby
knowing death
was not his fate
this day
i hear the trickle
of a stream
in the distance
as tears trace
my face
wondering why
it was yours
as memories
glide on by
June 29, 2021
Grasp Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
When all
Is said
And written
For someone
So smitten
By poetry
And prose
Thus Propositioned
Now
Back to yore
Is this
The end
A surprise
On page turn
When all possible
Combinations
Of thoughts
Ideas
And words
Make the palette greyer
And the snorting bore
Sullen
Sullen
Sullen and soft
Concealed with comfort
Brilliant and beautiful
We share together
Strength and character
Yet so fun
That’s my girl
Capturing my emptiness
Paddling my heart
Complex like rainbow
Beautiful beyond sunset
In case you meet her
Stay away from my girl
Best beware
She stole my heart
Her name is Adeola
We stay in the same hole
This I swear
None can match my baby girl….
Dedicated to Adeola Adenekan
Written by Awoh Kingsley
1st November, 2012
Coats of rain clouds there
No swaying braids on the skirt
Idle butterfly
sullen faces on everybody like mannequins
stale and plastic like their thoughts
bouncing from one to the next
rooted in envy of the guy in the public
parking lot , who happens to be the
one that is so witty, they go home
to their bomb shelters and play poker
till dawn , who dealt this hand ?
did i make the right choice in life ?
can life be separated from the
haves and have nothings
but a morning of i have too's
sure beat a nothing hand
Friar of dark night
sullen glances brief broadcast
the unholy moon
Emerges from shadows loom
hidden clues to Satori
Who is to claim this sullen heart?
These frozen lands,
These charcoal trees,
These crooked lanes,
That lead to walls,
Of gold and lead?
Who dares to claim this sullen heart?
A scarecrow guards a barren field,
‘ been here too long
been here too long…
no crow to scare not anymore.’
Whose eyes are those that seek no sun?
Whose hands are those that crave no touch?
Wild winds swirl behind the eyes,
No word will escape, not even a sigh!
Who is to claim this sullen heart?
These rusted swords,
These broken shields,
These hollow bones,
Where shadows linger,
And glow worms sleep?
Who dares to claim this sullen heart?
An iron golem guards the gates.
‘ been here too long
been here too long….
no foes to fight not anymore.’
Whose smile is this that mocks the sky?
Whose words are these that preach demise?
Oceans clash behind the eyes,
No word will escape, not even a sigh!
Who is to claim such sullen heart?
These purple moors,
These empty turrets,
These haunted coves,
Where secrets grow,
Into blossoms of woe?
Who dares to claim such sullen heart?
Let no man claim
Let no man seek
What lies beyond the gold and lead.
There is no heart.
Just silent hills
And stifled sighs,
Which turned to fiends,
That turned to ghosts,
And on and on.
There is no heart.
There never was.
Just bits of bone,
And threads of flesh,
Which turned to stone,
That turned to sand,
And on
And on…
A new sadness came over me,
So unlike any, I had before.