Deserted alleys shrouded in dark,
Flickering lamps and a landscape stark.
Where should he go in such a night?
When there's not a star to guide him light.
The wind bewails and mourns again,
Walked as He, through the empty lane.
His soul revealed bare as the night undressed,
All dreadful memories came out pressed.
Smothering, he rushed in vain
Wait, the shadows said I'll come again
To haunt you every single night
When there's not a soul in sight.
He promised to be the boy's companion,
Ending all claims
As to the falsity of a forever!
Categories:
bewails, anxiety, dark, gothic, loneliness,
Form: Rhyme
Strains are carefully prevented with a tangle.
Were you eager for me to return to my angle?
It restored its fiery vigor due to the treble hook.
As a result, I wiggle akin a fish in the hope of a look.
In this yet another piece, rusty tones overrule.
On a grimy patio, a rusted-out rock bewails.
Your deft touch lashed a pale face balky.
Worries that don't seem to act away quickly.
Your anile escape boots are no longer active.
There was a recent rise of a rich perspective.
A pair of delicate slippers were subtly conveyed.
It's two sizes vaster and boasts a range-wide.
The earthy angst of your cramped spine.
Waning whine faded by a support divine.
Written: October 21, 2021
Categories:
bewails, analogy, angst, anxiety, appreciation,
Form: Sonnet
Beneath the coat of icing, buried wrinkles squeak;
My teeth at misleading mirror - hotly clatter,
While an uprooted tooth on lower jaw – bewails.
I swear, this corroded mirror, I will batter.
Rhyming scheme: ABCB / 12 syllables in each line
Oct. 8, 2020
Rithimus Divisa 9 Poetry Contest
Contest Sponsor: Gregory R Barden
Original poem: Decay Through Mirror
Posted on Sept. 26, 2020 for the contest: Writing Challenge – Decay – Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Categories:
bewails, mirror, truth,
Form: Rhyme
A critical friend - my mirror - stands in front
And yearns me to see what I can’t visibly see;
From the few gray hairs that faintly adorn my head,
I see a displaced gray hair fluttering to flee.
Beneath the coat of icing, buried wrinkles squeak;
My teeth at misleading mirror - hotly clatter,
While an uprooted tooth on lower jaw – bewails.
I swear, this corroded mirror, I will batter.
Rhyming scheme: ABCB
12 syllables in each line (Ref. howmanysyllables)
*A 2nd Place* in the following contest (judged on Sept. 29, 2020)
Sept. 26, 2020
Writing Challenge – Decay – Poetry Contest
Constance La France
Categories:
bewails, mirror, truth,
Form: Quatrain
If a drop of tear drops when he’s alone, that’s love,
And a sigh sighs and softly does bemoan, that’s love.
A lover carves his statue in beloved’s heart;
If that statue breathes in a lovely zone, that’s love.
A lover may let his heart make a sigh-tempest,
Yet if he can tame gently that cyclone, that’s love.
A dark cloud labours with vapors yet with no whines;
If she rains like a cascade with no groan, that’s love.
I saw a doe drive a deer from a grassy zone;
If he can sing, letting her own that lawn, that’s love.
Sky sobs slow at dawn when stars sing their farewell song;
If stars kindle a moonless night alone, that's love.
A teardrop grieves, bewails and moans in poet's heart;
If he breathes and makes it a poem - known, that’s love.
Syllabic count: 12 syllables in each line (Ref: www.howmanysyllables.com)
*A 3rd Place*in the following contest (judged on Oct. 3, 2020)
Sept. 12, 2020
Ghazal Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Silent One
Categories:
bewails, analogy, heart, love, men,
Form: Ghazal
Verses
Should I have lived a life
Without upsetting anyone
I’ll sulk in my grave
Should I have lived a life
Without the madness of love
Bewails will rot my coffin
Should I have lived a life
Of politeness and good manners
Howling wind my voice
Should I have lived a life
Not seen the beauty of a snowdrop
Black soil and blindness
Categories:
bewails, april, art, august,
Form: Blank verse
Engaged we be by the roar of the Sea
the surf it's waves sings it's rhapsody
The sea she waves be tempest crossed
the boys who sail 'er knows 'er cost
victims she's consumed overboard were tossed
her temperament engulfs the souls be lost
"er winds have billowed in yer sails
and cargoes lashed upon yer rails
the oceans swells where shipping flails
to bolster courage mates swell their ales
A place for men to conquer fear
as daily danger draws it near
there be no calm without skies so clear
them men count lives as precious dear
"er heart she be at never rest
with her bounties has mankind blessed
you stay be fleeting you are only guest
she'll swallow you and your life ingest
"er character be ever changed
no day with 'er be ere the same
her waters called by many name
there be days of calm but never tame
And man be found like angry sea
with little peace but on 'es knee
for her crests are tumultuous eternally
and laps the shores displays whats she
You scallywags have heard 'er tales
those 'er's taken that woman bewails
the times 'er tests and men she fails
who sought adventures in ships with sails
COPYRIGHT © 2010 C Michael Miller
Categories:
bewails, adventure, life, loss, nature,
Form: Rhyme
The little song-bird is still
Fluttering by the calm hill
Of a wide countryside;
To death the bees have buzzed.
The lingering clouds are yet to yield;
Still protesting in the wild airy field;
Yon young beads of rain left to mourn:
To the grey occident your entreaty moan;
So far the countryside is a proud fen:
She happily woos a bunch of selfish men
Now the majestic sea bewails their calm hill:
That tomb that still spells to men: “Kill!”
Categories:
bewails, satire
Form: I do not know?
My journey is shorter than a wink
Tarry a little, I shall be back
Apathy emits nauseating stink
Kindness is a needle in haystack
What shall I stay here for?
Bondages are hard to endure
Thy creations allure me from far
Beauties are mine, I’m not sure
Thy free gifts have a price tag
I’ve to pay even to breathe
My cravings, my desires have snag
I am mortgaged up to teeth
Love has stretching demands
Life bewails the limited grant
There are bonds, bonds and bonds
How to endure the ceaseless haunt
Prepare the hearse for me
I beseech you let my soul free.
Categories:
bewails, allegory, depression, life, philosophy,
Form: Rhyme