Best Woes Poems

I rise and fall like melancholy tides
in ebb and flow of wistful disrepair,
our separate in consciousness divides,
the whiff of grief fills broken-hearted air.

Neglected now, heartstrings' rawhide, I mourn
with briny beads that water my dismay,
eyes teary drizzled mist, inside forlorn,
my psyche pierced by thorns in love's...

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“Wicked Web of Woes” 

Is there a reason
to rhyme when 
lifeless fingers
breathe toxic agony,
whilst disgraced 
quill suffocates
from wildering 
riddles swerving to
the stillness 
of calcified air? 
As today, my heart 
keeps pacing,
searching for a 
symphony of serenity-
amid wayward clemency,
and when the first star 
of the evening...

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Are you thinking of me tonight?
I sit on the warm carpet
in this mountain hut,
in front of a blazing fireplace,
where flames flicker fitfully
and logs crackle in delight.
Outside it's chilly cold,
snow softly cover the land,
owls seek shelter and warmth,
while windowpanes 
are covered with frost
that looks like a...

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For those of us who are married
We know how it often goes
Good days, bad ones and some
Common, annoying marital woes

I left a smidgen of toilet paper
Enough on the roll you can see
But then later when it’s my turn
Again, you left nothing for me

The toothpaste is...

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You sit there in your castle all alone
Surrounded by the trinkets of the past
Sometimes a King is shackled to his throne

Sadly the days of glory did not last
You feel the heart of a warrior beat
Surrounded by the trinkets of the past

It seemed the world had...

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When mourning dove sings,
weave moonlit woes from silver, 
syllables of stars....

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I struggle with electronic forms, 
To this simpleton, a bag of  worms.
But fresh French coffee, and a smile.
May help me make this final mile.
The silvered stars behind we twinkle!
Do aid me, in removing ‘ mind wrinkles’!


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Petals drenched in poison pearls of emerald envy, 
carefully placed objectives whilst adrift in my tears of realization 

Longing sorrowful souls among lilac lakes, 
buried deep into somber depths of tinkering procrastination  

Starving for ruby righteousness and pristine perfection, and yet still reaching towards...

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The Soup kitchen's queue are in line .
The economy , banjaxed and dyin' .
When Lehmans went bust
The bankers just cussed
So now , " Buddy who can spare a dime " ?.

I called up my banker , by chance .
With an invite to the " Poor...

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How do people do it?
For that matter, how do I pull it off?
Sitting in front of the computer for so many hours,
body compressed into a computer chair.
Feel a whole decade older than I actually am-
aching bones,
stiff joints,
sore muscles.
Eyes all dried out
as I get up from...

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Bass fishing on nearby creek 
trying new rod I bought this week.
Got plenty of lures
that really ensures
a big catch if I don’t need to leak.

Creek waters are moving real fast
I’m not sure my bladder will last.
Got lure on the line
it’s reeling just fine
but deep water...

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Forgetful moments, hair thinning,
Memories fading, ears ringing,
Hands wrinkled, boobs drooping,
Knees weak, words looping,
Silver top, hot flushing,
Bladder weakness, loo rushing,
Bones tired, sleeping less,
Couldn’t care, such a mess,
Eyes blurring, tummy tucks,
Getting older, really sucks....

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A little man stood at Heavens gate
with a sad look on his face.
He explained why he wished to enter
such a Hallowed place.

St Peter loosened the golden chain
and slid open the silver bar,
then listened to the story
with the big gate slightly ajar.

Please hear my tale of...

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Forgive me please and don't berate
My dismal voice when I narrate,
The many poems I've written well,
To bring to you my tale to tell.
 
I like to write my thoughts in rhyme
And find I have an easy time,
To form each stanza with a flow;
My words go...

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As we sit and type and stare at our screens.
At times we wonder what all of this means?
With our mouse we roam through poems like a maze.
Looking for something, worthy of our praise.

We write of our hopes and tell of our woes,
Most of the time,...

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