Best Sullenness Poems

laden in the semblance of the lifeless
i curled my mind, nesting in the umbrage
of memories that haunt more than touch
unable to soar within the wind's of time

she begged me to fly, wrap my wings around faith
offer her comfort, make promises she knows i can't keep
yet...

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"In those vernal seasons of the year when the air is calm and pleasant, it were an injury and sullenness against nature not to go out and see her riches, and partake in her rejoicing with heaven and earth." - John Milton

Valleys, fields, meadows and...

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With a silence that cut through the laughter
She entered the room, bitterness
Edged around her features, portraying
Cruelty with an unfeeling sword of darkest
Gloom, dread so dismal it feels, almost,
Like grief sinking into the bones
Sullenness coughing up phlegm that rots
In the heart, the soul, the mind
Where there...

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Weary, sluggish and silent with apathy and 
disinterest, I sullenly reflect and 
languish....

My thoughts—thick and heavy like 
molasses—painfully churn and swirl in 
and out of my head and spill against the 
background of dead silence of my living 
room....

They are in constant motion, while I...

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silhouette visage 
scare awake the silent dead
on Allhallows eve

weird sounds penetrate
wildly woods so dark and deep
making one cower

a cold eerie chill
overtakes a breathless evening
waking dead spirits

fears manifest great
sullenness apprehensions
scaring one to death

little children lurk 
the streets full of kindly houses
with fun faces that awe

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The two rulers were King Ahab and Queen Jezebel
from the city Jezreel, in the land of Israel.
A vineyard owned by another man in the city
became a very coveted piece of property.
This is a plot of ground stationed in propinquity
to the royal couple’s palatial facility.
King Ahab...

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Clad in his double-breasted royal toga
Filled of nothing but pride and anger
His face as grim as a Pallbearer’s
His gaze dreadful and fearful like that of 
A raging rattlesnake about to strike
His eyes crackling charcoal fire-red
His dancing tummy under his “Agbada”
Reminds me of a dancing Porcupine

He...

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It was time to let the bygones to be bygone,
And this they meant from the cockles of their hearts.
They felt that the injuries they had to endure were done,
It was too much to think over again about the hurts.

They avoided any thoughts bearing a grudge,...

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My life devoid of exotic adventure
(in fact...yours truly
never set foot outside the United States,
nor took to the skies, yes...how bore)
ring, the solitary endeavors,

not an onerous unbearable chore,
although (as mentioned in a previous poem)
this fellow rarely exits apartment door,
(particularly during biting cold),
fabulous grandeur tis mine to...

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A DEITY
Sonorous
Rhythms from the belfry waft
A call of our votive worship to give.
In your sacred tent we besiege you.
For, to you our exultation to dole and your
Mercy on us to cascade.
The tune of the harmonica, our souls with your
Aura harmonized and in revere towards you...

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A RECALL
On that vale of thorn
Abreast we ambled.
Un-frazzled, to the hawthorn
We held.
Though a twinge we felt the 
Haw we sought, and heyday we
Dreamed of.
Out of vague future luminous dreams
We hewed.
Though nadir soared, and hope in the
Depth of sea of dark fate brawled to emerge,
But with...

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Love laps at the shore of my heart. 
Kinetically connected to kindness 
my soul basks sumptuously in the 
sunshine of creation. 

All thoughts of bitterness dissolved 
and washed away down the drainpipe 
of despondency, mingling with misery 
and disappearing from view. 

All is as new....

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There is a poignancy in boyhood...
The high voice, and ineptitude,
The yearning to be free of mother's strings;
The awkwardness of age fifteen, to wit
A boyish sullenness.

There are some things lost when manhood gained -
And mothers cry on thinking.


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3/10/2015

Featured poem of the week commencing 8/13/2017...

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A moment of silence.
Join me, O mother earth
As I whisper a prayer,
For your son's stricken to death.
By the invisible scythe of corona. (Covid-19)

Listen to the tunes 
Of these sorrowful strings
All you far and near.
For the names they hum
Are of the lost brothers we held so...

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“But woe is me, oh lament!” ~ Roger Whittaker.

Since you’ve been gone, my love,
Lo, my mournful heart…
how it pines for you!

This melancholy dusk
this smothering loneliness
this bewailing wind
and this foreboding mists,
As the shadows deepen
my longing grows deeper.

Since you have been gone
in the quiet, I lament.

O my...

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