Dearth Poems | Examples

A Dearth of Poetry

    Lately, it seems to be
      there’s a dearth of poetry
    on the site... else it's me  

    generalizing from scant experience
      as I often do when feeling imperious

Dearth

Accustomed to be the sunshine of the sun,
Attuned to catch up with all the fun,
Worn myself, all to gain love from trust,
While may this be true, it all is just nothing,
A piece of paper driven through handwriting
Is just a paper ash when let fire light it

Oh, I’m past all the tests,
I’m to perform and shine,
This may be true if
I wasn’t just a design,

Oh, never have I ever really aced,
Once by chance, never by fate
Little too young to understand

Truth’s alive that I slept through my life’s past,
In nights, there were wolves and haunting fears I’d have
With a ghostly sound, demons around, scary crowd
And silence pacing, trading, phasing in and out
As if I was meant for the longing out of dearth for a crown

Oh, I’m told, only 
I shall do things perfectly,
Oh, not for me, only
For the ones I love fondly

Truth’s spirit lies in doubts over insecurity,
Anxious actions going tick, tick, tick…
With judging reactions burning my wick, wick, wick…
Trying was I to feel good for my life, life, life…
For my voice, body, soul, euphonic mind
Filled in with unforeseen rhymes, rhymes, rhymes.

Dearth and duress

Theres all so much and so less in me..

My eyes and my heart
are but reckless youth 

Shouldnt you wonder for a moment
before burdening it so 

Quite a lot of you
Weighs my dear heart,
down like an anchor
Shame that it Seldom grounds


What that is about you
The pondering is long and listless


The something that gnaws at my heart incessantly and 
leaves it all cold and in peril
Oh to gather you 
and all your colours and rhymes
Till forever ceases, if i could


The smile such of
the breeze
in summers harsh beating 

It hurts, this malady of hearts


But you just walk by 


And i, 
Have tides ,
ebbing back and forth my chest
Waves of bliss bidding farewell
Id clutch and grasp at the migrant waters
Theyd slip right out,
drag me behind 
for just a little stretch
Then leave,
no words for the orphan at the sands


You're out of arms reach,
Sweet sanctum of serenity,
An island that dwells in dreams

And our destiny is 

of the twisted stars 

and a frayed red twine...

Dearth of Hope, Death-Wish of Despair

What really makes patients gasp for air?
How far blaming poor oxygen’s fair?
Go right unto root’s core
And a ship comes to shore:
Hospital bills do have giant’s share.
Still deeper should ye pore,
Bleeding cause comes to fore:
Dearth of hope and death-wish of despair!
______________________________________ 
Happenings |21.05.2021|

Poet’s note: 
One might feel that a limerick form for a subject matter so serious like this is not quite appropriate. Maybe, but I feel: one should not under-estimate the reach of limericks, extended as this one is or not.  
It is a moot question, how much our hospitals and hospices, especially private, care to do all that would sustain patients’ hope, and less said about their bills the better. In the absence of the lifeline of hope, the death-wish of despair sets in.

Your Dearth

Your dearth made my eyes moisturize
Shroud me if you have no time to meet
My pulse has stopped by last evening
My body also will be cold soon
As the time doesn't remain same
Lets separate our ways
As we both needs it same

Judge Me Not

I'm a living abortion,
If there's a heaven, I can't find my portion,
The world is so cruel and cold,
Therefore, I set up my own heat and remain bold.

My life is a cap to the head, 
And a prayer for the dead,
Sleep is the cousin of eternal death,
Therefore, I refused to die in dearth.

I'm the manifestation of a study,
Facing different devils but remained sturdy,
I can't speed for cocaine and weed,
The combination makes my heart bleed.

The society made me reject my destiny and devour my fate,
I'm making a living out of the nasty life they gave me before it's late,
Patience was a virtue but I wasn't used to waiting,
Therefore, I weaved my soul to a cause without baiting.

Death-Strong Awakens

Death-strong! This scourge asphyxiating Earth;
Graves, flames, requiems and urns, these rites in dearth,
Corpses as sheaves, scythe trails bloodless casualties;
Time knells the toll and grimly mocks to pleas,
Shame born in guise of chaos for strong no more –
These pillars and halls until there be cure,
Lock-down! Proximity - The arch-enemy,
Scorn plays plaque, splitting lives in society.
Yet life now shows that all was a facade,
The fateful are as scared as the ill clad.
Caustic we as a cataclysmic raze -
Wrought warfare into love for human race,
Togetherness awakens the teeming throng,
Seven billion plus, we cannot be wrong.

Dearther

Go Get Help!
Look no further!
Off you go!
Lot less dearther!

Because I Am Lame

Accept me thus, I heard them say, "
Because I am lame 
Crawling on earth and I am in
Dearth of legs ". 
Ease my pain I beseech 
Fame and riches I seek, to let my work and walk fix
Good for me, God loves me
Has he does to you men. 
If I didn't help my dream
Jobless I would forever be
Keep me some time for good, 
Lame me, leap you, life paints it look 
Mind me to save, 
Never let me away
Often I was lame, always I am tame
People drived me away, put me, 
Queued me on a lonely way
Rather than help my aiming dream. 
Show me the care, enough to rise me again
Turn ears to my humble cries
Uneasy lies me, I never want this
Vain comes my way, cos they say I'm lame
Weary but hoping to leave this lane 
Xylophone has ceased to play
You,  not a single like my name
Zephyr, being like you, could never ease the pain... 
                                                            For I am lame.

The Pathos of Dearth

I make a mockery of the chasm
I exult in my sarcastic enthusiasm
The space between us causes
A sweet reunion amidst the pauses
I feel a vicarious, carnal avidity 
Awakening within me a certain lucidity,
An impetus to slake my yearning
To adorn my heart with your returning
Though I know that after I ignite
I will thus extinguish my appetite
I seek such concupiscent opulence
For this room's two occupants 
Though I know this oasis is transitory
It's still such a silken and sumptuous story

Dear Dearth

Dear death

I'm sending my condolence to you
I'm telling you that it is enough
You took my brother
Now you took my son

I didn't want it to come this way but I am tired
Let talk about it men to men
Dont be proud of your cowardness
Death you coming to an end
I dont want to see you again

You did try me but I'm not scared of you
God is with me
I trust him
He is my friend

Dearth

He squats the entire day,
extending his empty cup.
Cold sweat oozing from the pores
of his slack bristly white face,
yet he crouched spiritless,
hoping for kindness to tumble.

Desire split his dry lips,
but he stoops without a murmur,
parting the busy shoppers,
roaming up and down the Plaza.
He makes rhythm with his cup,
a somber rhythm that plunges into the ground.

People pass by in a rush and ignore his plea.
Without warning a weight, falls upon his head, 
and he collapses to the ground.
His weary eyelids stop throbbing,
the sweat drys up ,
and mercy plunges desperately
into his cup, but poverty stares.

©2013 Christine Phillips

Dearth of Bees

The Dearth of Bees 

Spring, and pretty flowers have opened up, even those 
that pretend they are not in a loving disposition.
Not many bees around anymore because of chemicals 
farmers spray on crops many have gone metro and lost 
interest, fly low over still water so they can admire their
flying skill, or sit on the sunny wall of my house full of 
self admiration; some hang languidly around a honey jar. 
The few that still take interest in beautiful flowers are 
exhausted and drop dead long before the day is over.
Pretty flowers close petals over moist carpel and hope 
for a better luck tomorrow.

Dearth of Rhyme

The hour is late
I long to write
Thoughts are few
A long empty night

Over taxed mind
A writer's wage
My head is empty
On a yearning page

Perhaps, tomorrow
Gone, dearth of rhyme
As bard within
Urges spirits climb

Dearth

In one time I live in two worlds
Each part of me has its own curls
Both fire and ice run thru me together
Broken in two I live to gather
The skins that I ve shed
The feathers that I ve burnt

The lul in me fires both ends
All this in me keeps me wilder and warm
The day it all ends I'll be farthest from all
The skies will open their arms for me
Life that starts when the sun kisses your feet
The morning brings me to the heat that I meet.

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