Best Woeful Poems

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"Till death us do part"
Thus I stepped upon a trap;
Oh, Why I said that?
Now I wail to no avail,
Lo, my life is in shambles!



~A Brian Strand 1 to 14 line contest....

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Hail to the Knight of Woeful Countenance, 
the impossible dream with lance in hand.
Alonzo had dreamed, dreams of ambiance.

Knight, Don Quixote, rose in allegiance
The man from La Mancha, felt in demand
Hail to the Knight of Woeful Countenance.

His squire Sancho Panza, flaunted the stance
From old Rocinante,...

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Comes winter with its icy blast 
Across the land thy death shadow cast
Life purged by thy soulless wind 
With thy sting of death thou doest offend
Thy snowy shroud upon January’s cold ground lain
Bitter tears of crystal ice now rain
Naked branches broken and battered in sorrow...

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Herein the throes of our family's tragedy,
Herein our woeful daze, we're not the defeated
Nor victors; Simply the bearer's of tragedy.
Yes, Jonas was here; Thence we're the cheated....

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Sorrow at the state of the world
So much sadness simply hurled
At the TV, and life as we know it
Still has yet to be unfurled.

                Oh what is to be done?
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The hushed cemetery green,
where birds sing doleful;
and thoughts weave labyrinthine,
oh, woeful, woeful.
Yet, sun is divine,
caressing my fallen tears
serenity ... mine.

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June 21, 2021


Poetry/Sequidilla/Rhyme/Woeful
Copyright Protected, ID 06-1265-878-21
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France 

Written for the Premier contest, Sequidilla
sponsor, William Kekaula, Judged 07/09/2021

First Place...

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Wednesday’s woe has come again
Washing o’er my longing brain
All the way down the long dark drain.
Sat on a bench with naught to gain,
I stare on bleakly in the rain.

But lo what thoughts do I ordain?
I stand, I sit, I do refrain
From leaving down that winding...

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(Lizzie Siddall, the Pre-Raphaelite artist's
model, has just married Dante Gabriel
Rossetti ... and now regrets it.)

Why could it not have been agreeable?
What steered me down this unforgiving cleft?
Was this misfortune not foreseeable?
Why can I find no crumb of comfort left?

I longed to find a lover, thoughtful,...

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Predation In Woeful Times
By Roy Merritt

Life is getting ghastly now
For few it seems sublime
Everyone engrossed with thoughts
Of predation in woeful times

In times like this trust for neighbors
Is a luxury you can’t define
You can’t depend on anybody
With predation in woeful times 

Who knows if some day...

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Oh, hear this woeful girl's prayer,
    such a deep sorrow sigh;
will this heart ever stop hurting,
  to Heaven these tears fly.

For here, I sit forlorn and lost,
    within this box of grief;
and fear another dawn and day,
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Farewell, thou woeful year,
Of your woes I got my full share
And grieved my heart in pain and care

But now, of your days, I have spend the last
That onwards you be known my past
As I, with glee, set my back upon your sight
And look ahead on...

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Satan's spawns
Blast Angels to hell - 
Virgin spirits rise with
Burning sun melting
Woeful hearts...

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Winter - dreary, ever so cold and lonely
Wishing, hoping, suddenly gone...if only
Bear it, now that nobody cares to share it
Shivering, chilled and barren

Homestead -party, lavishly spread and happy
Christmas, drinking, cheerfully dancing, singing
Turkey, stuffing, family, all around me 
Terribly warm and caring

Leaving, grieving, wondering where I'm...

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Oh, hear this woeful girl's prayer,
    such a deep sorrow sigh;
will this heart ever stop hurting,
  to Heaven these tears fly.

For here, I sit forlorn and lost,
    within this box of grief;
and fear another dawn and day,
...

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