Best Woe Is Me Poems
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.
Fell out of bed dis morning
Got up on da right side
Felt something bend
worried I hurt my pride
struggled through the night
and watched da lights go dim
that's when a man's friend
has got to stand up for him
Words have no more Meaning
I find myself Deadlocked
In an Ethiopian Night
I Could go recklessly on
But with what Hope?
Will I Glide on?
The Only thing I can find is woe
only woe, only me, woe is me
Voided since the start
I'm contradictory in Armenia
desert Mountains are more like rusty daggers
pierced in my stomach; what else is there but pain?
only pain, only me, pain is me
Shake and Bake
Chicken fingers
forgotten in the oven
chicken cinders now
Woe is me, Woe is me
The rafter in my own eye
forbids me to speak of
the redwood tree in yours
From this pain, there is no release
suffer I must, in total silence
Woe is me, Woe is me
Woe is me I’m lost not found
my feet not planted on the ground,
life is wrong and never right
poor me must always see no light.
Shadows overcast my soul
and nothing ever leaves me whole
I lack support from one and all
none come to help each time I fall.
None understand my misery
or want to hear the way I see
the world just crumbling all around
with nowhere any pleasure found.
Woe is me, it is not fun
I have to walk when others run,
there’s nothing that I’ve ever find
can take this misery from my of mind.
Ivor G Davies
Some days...sometimes I just wish
I just wish the dreams I dream
I just wish the dreams that shudder me awake
I just wish the dreams that haunt me
would simply swallow me whole...
Hear me out
just hear me out
I've realized what I can't stomach
I've realized what I keep trying to escape
I have picked my poison
and the evil scientist who has created life
keeps injecting the virus in my bloodstream
slowly decreasing my life cycle
I've tried so hard to keep steady
I guess this is the part where I say
'oh, woe is me'
but all I can say is let me sleep
Let me sleep
It may haunt me
and I may die one more time
or just in consecutive sequence
without a funeral, without a eulogy
but I shall wake in time for the next day to start
like always, I shall wake in time for the next day to start
though I would receive one more phantom scar
to prove what I endured in make believe
wasn't an illusion just to me
Maybe I'm the only illusion
I already feel like a ghost
moving from body to body
yet somehow I've kept my own
I don't know
my philosophy is sacred yet nonsense
I can't expect it to make sense to you
to you my audience
I guess I just need a listener or two
I keep repeating things shall get better
repeating life isn't a complete disaster
repeating I shall find a way to live forever
but my number is now at 18
with possibly 70 years more to count down
So if I live forever, it's through these pages I construct
and I'll die one more death
and I'll die in a fiery inferno
if my pages bear the flame of no return
Please don't allow that to happen to me...
Some days...I just wish
just wish the dreams I dream
just wish the dreams that haunt me
would swallow me whole
For a reason I can't describe
but the only reason I can inscribe it
in my current pages
where I shall attempt to live forever
in poetic history
even if it's just known by me
'Oh, woe is me'
Satisfied?
I won't be until I close my eyes
and dream tonight
and dream tonight
that somewhere in the world I would flying
surfing through the stars
the stars, my second home
So where is my first...
“WOE IS ME”, CRIES THE WEARY LAND…
As the day bade its circadian farewell, the fleeing sun
withdrew its glow from weary war worn trees;
on distant plains, vacant honey hives no longer
buzz with the songs of industrious bees.
The thunder of exploding bombs rains down dreaded death
in the midst of innocent crowds;
as the swollen moon struggles to peep through spiraling
wind blowing smoke and eerie clouds.
What is it in the psyche of man that cause
destruction of his own kind?
Can’t man see that wanton wars will cause us
to run out of time?
“Woe is me” cries out the blood soaked weary land;
When will peace triumph over this insanity of man?
Mighty wind blowing
Bringing with him tragedy!
Lines down trees on ground!
Mighty snow falling.
Digging out is hard to do!
Jared shovel that snow!!!!!!!!!
the past is past
and the now can't last
time flies fast
and the stones i've cast
make the future a suture
on the scars of the present
in this kingdom of kings, i'm a peasant
it's not pleasant
my castle is ramshackle, in the woods
my sceptre a stick from a tree
i'd change the world if i could
it's hard enough being me
i follow a meandering path
stepping aside to avoid wrath
but only into a puddle of pee
oh, woe is me
bad luck, or no luck,often dumbstruck
head lice, rats, mice, a dog in my bed
dreaming of loveing a woman instead
this is really not the way
don't really know how to say
this...
i guess i'm busy braiding rope
getting stronger as it gets longer, i hope
i'll not tie a noose yet
not willing to let
darkness overcome
Painful shoulder,
A pain in the neck,
Sore arms,
What the heck?
Chesty cough,
Swollen knee,
Aching joints,
Woe is me.
Runny nose,
It hurts to sneeze,
Enough is enough,
I'm begging, please.
Feeling nauseous,
Pounding head,
Lack of sleep,
I'm going back to bed.
Woe is me, can't you see
That was meant to be,
And, ain't that a shame
When no one was to blame
Happy for a little while
Then, there goes my smile,
Gone back to being shy
... Could I tell you why
Born that way, maybe
A melancholy baby,
So lonesome I could cry
Before I could tell you why
Forty years later...
My world is no greater,
The sky is still blue
Why wouldn't I be, too
And, when I am eighty
A melancholy lady,
That was meant to be...
Why can't you see, woe is me.
(May 10th, 2023)
Truly there is no cure
For someone so insecure.
Truly there is no cure
For someone so unsure.
Truly that very someone is me,
For I know there is no cure for this misery.
let me who is cognized tell you what is life
life is just another story describing another sorrow
A place situated in the middle of Nowhere
But Still be classified as Somewhere.
There a True Legend was Born
Behind every success there is always a story to tell
life is just another story waiting to be told,
and here goes mine
Growing up was not easy,Tough as it is.
I had no choice but to dwell
felt like I was cast under a spell
But No,life is just another story
rewriting another sorrow.
It doesn't matter where you come from
I come from a poor background.
Through my rolling days
I was unidentified, classified as nothing but a dwelling soul.
Flowing in the countryside
I was laughed for where I come from
yelled for who I am.
But I don't mind
cause I'm riding in this road to success
and I will pass you by the roadside to success
heading to where I wanna be
from where I COME from.
I'm way up I feel Blessed.
and by so doing
i know where I'm going
And when I reach the land of hopes
people will start whispering my success
instead of broadcasting it
They will think I'm bragging
and start hating..
O, Woe is me! O, Woe is me!
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