Best Woe Poems

something grabs my leg

                          plastic bag churned by the tide

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Oft Woe Is Sorrows, Of Mere Mortal Men

Of fine artist brush and true poet's pen
oft woe is sorrows, of mere mortal men.
Tho' great the powers, sun's glow in blue skies
majestic the beauty, in dawns bright rise.

What purpose poetry, if not to give?
What purpose existence, if...

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Who's that knocking on our door tonight?
Debt collectors, (those pests that we've ignored)
Yuletide woes being sung by my spouse
as we pull shades, and douse the lights!

Everyone knows a turkey and some mistletoe
could help to make the season bright
But we'll be eating pork and beans, ...

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More and more now, discomfort has become my constant company. I do not like it! Then I think of others who are cursed with conditions far worse than mine. I imagine those born with genetic mental illness or sans limbs, and I think of incubator...

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Autumn woe

To live an see an have it all,
To slip an fade and taste the gall,
To run out if time, which does appall,
Till only death is waiting.

To cast a spell, where women came,
To catch an eye, where love is waiting,
To win a heart, ignite the...

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Woe is me such a poor man
Woe is me
Woeme
Woemen
Woman
Womban
Womb an
Womb of an
Womb of man
Born in the womb of a man
Nature disgruntled
Humanity Confused
Unfounded Mind
On a WIMs notice.
Woe Is Me....

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a flickering
         angst
descends
deepens
splinters
       peace-of-mind:
limpid
     lines
       become
          curves,
touch
   raw
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In the opaque mist of the fading night
you disappeared so early before time,
I didn’t know why.
My squally sky fell in torrents of sorrow,
filled to the brim with my melted heart
the bottomless abyss you left.
The wailing olive tears flowed there, 
made an emerald sea in me.

In...

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Wilma cried, “We are going too slow!”
But poor Flintstone could no faster go.
Not because of a flat. 
No, for nothing like that.
It was just Fred had stubbed his big toe!

Written Nov. 14, 2014 
For the Limerick Clean and Clever Contest of Roy Jerden
Yabba Dabba DOO!!!!...

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I am valuable but not worth any price
I am precious but far more than gold
I am productive but not for abuse
I can talk but not to be abused of talking
I am hardworking but not to be a slave
I am a wife but I am an...

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My heart is an ebon swallowed night where nobody ever goes,       
raging in a recondite rift like ripples resounding in rueful repose.         
Should I release my woe with unfathomable thoughts of...

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Whispering winds of winter woe,
icy branches bend and bow,
catfish cradled in the mud,
winter waters slow their blood.

Scampering squirrels, fat & fluffed,
chasing, leaping, playing rough,
the birds are bent on staying warm,
surround the suet in a swarm.

Babs and Buster, canine friends,
stalk the squirrels who torture them,
they snort...

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Night and Hokies fall
Black clouds descend o'er Blacksburg
woe hangs over all...

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transfixed
I stumble down
shifting halls of
my angst my
distress
a cold stale breath
stagnates and permeates
its doom
onto my essence.

beguiled
I entomb myself
in the moment
asphyxiating
flailing
clawing
grasping for
desperately
disintegrating walls.

abdicated
I capitulate to
the lair
that cold cavity
pit of dread
that
pool of tears
where my devotion
thrashes plangently.

interred
in the filth
of want
of need
of putrefying wonder
entombed within
every pore
every inch
of my desolation.

moribund
I turn...

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Down falls fast the frozen rain
chills the air with my disdain
on my heart it leaves a stain
yet in my mind you remain.

I drift and fade think of you
try to bring you into view
draw a color paint a hue
fixing on what lovers do.

It’s falling fast all...

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