A willow trembles in the breeze
And stoops in awe as angels sneeze;
Quaking feebly to its knees,
Bending, doleful, if you please.
A day, as this, when squalls blow wild
The willow cries ~ as like a child;
Deserted, sad, forlorn, beguiled,
And all aloof, left out, exiled.
Now her branches droop away
Blenching down throughout the day;
Keeping blusts of gusts at bay
Harboured from the rainy spray.
Underfoot a lonely duck
Shelters in a babbling brook,
Dabbling in a shady nook
Safe and sound, her haven took.
Then above the daylight seeps,
In the sky the sunlight peeps;
She, thankful for the faith she keeps
The trembling willow gently weeps.
Categories:
doleful, nature, tree,
Form: Couplet
Love is the sound
of your seraphic voice
singing a soothing song
serenading the
deepest depths
of my doleful
searching soul
amid the cacophony
and clamor of chaos
Categories:
doleful, love, romantic, romantic love,
Form: Free verse
Lonesome gusts thrust their course
Through doleful hours of the night;
Every head eased and slumberous,
Except one that here inks its plight.
Blissfully prostrate with remiss peace
Lapses every somnolent eye and ear;
Savoring stretches of boundless rest,
Apart from these ones wrung by fear.
Every bosom caressed by another
Now happiest lies in soothing rest,
But this one ever friendless pines
Under lonely moon's waning zest.
This heart roams through climes
Never trodden by romance's thrill,
Whereon kisses and hugs remain
Alien adventures uncherished still.
Categories:
doleful, absence, betrayal, change,
Form: Verse
Distances make us cry....
But these distances teach us substantiality and give us the art of sacrifice......
not just now but even more and more times the thought of distances come to your alley to make you bitterly cry.....
even in a dream distances harry......
not the work but The distances make you weary.....
yearn remains but nothing can be done, this is the irony.....
the more you escape from distances, the more you find distances near your alley.....
distances gives us a reason to love harder and creat circumstances where you laugh beside cry.....
Your competence define how much you outstay because distances are odyssey and remains throughout the life and this is the bitter truth of life.
Categories:
doleful, cry, feelings, how i
Form: Rhyme
Across the floor I watch you slowly dance;
your arms around his waist while cheek to cheek,
and lost so deeply in his soft romance
while swaying to the beat of love’s mystique.
And here I’m standing lost within this crowd
of all the lonely men that you’ve dismissed;
my ardent feelings hidden by a shroud;
I’m sure you’re unaware that I exist.
If only I could summon up the nerve
to walk right up and ask you for a dance;
perhaps my inner feelings you’d observe,
and you would give this yearning man a chance.
Alas, these doleful dreams so grandiose,
but only from afar I’ll hold you close.
October 8, 2020
Categories:
doleful, longing, love,
Form: Sonnet
Wanna go on a long drive somewhere..
Where?
to a distant place
quite far
in a car.
Where do you want to go?
Where, nobody
can find me
nor trace me.
With whom?
Gonna spend time alone..
and not with known.
Can I know the reason?
It might seem mind-boggling
to be like that
when i'm feeling lost.
Okay, you may proceed
Bye, take care.
5-7-2020
Categories:
doleful, feelings, loneliness, lost, sad,
Form: Free verse
Vague words lead poets to heady heights far yonder
If we, like Wordsworth, seek a path to’ wander.’
But words there are whose power is less prolific,
Dwindling fast the more they are specific.
Sententious and meaningful are rhymes
Which great poets have utilized at times
as when a line whose somber end is ‘womb’
finds in the next one that ends with ‘tomb.’
Or when a line that sadly ends with ‘death’
Is cheered next line with ‘heaven’s living breath.’
Poetry, they claim, is vast and universal,
But entry to it so often meets reversal.
Screwdrivers ,it seems, have failed, to join the race
What cruel fate has offered them no grace?
‘Appetizer,’ ‘sliver’ and - oh yes- ‘scuba diver’
Bring little help the shunned screwdriver.
Can rhyming slang yet save the day?
Let’s ask a Cockney on the way.
“Sorry, mate, I don’t know neiver.”
Envoi
If there’s a will, then there’s a way,
An optimist will tend to say.
Is there answer? No chance ismissed,
If we give the ode just one more twist.
Categories:
doleful, poetry, silly, words,
Form: Light Verse
In doleful shadows I lie,
Never touched by the moonlight,
Nor shun upon by the sun,
My existence is an eternal Autumn,
And the tempest of sighs hidden by the wind,
And the rain of eternal tears,
Washes the marble slab covering,
My remains.
Categories:
doleful, death, goodbye, gothic,
Form: Epitaph
bright dreams paler hue
black clouds on my horizon
streams of misery
Categories:
doleful, depression
Form: Haiku
The pitter patter of a doleful rain doth resound
Satiatiating solace and inner peace are drowned
Guttural drips seep into my porous, emotive ground
Brackish hope drains through my bleached mound
Saturated soul shutters as the eroding waves continually pound
For jaundiced psche no awning can be found
Sorrowful torrents spin my head round and round
Moldy dreams my mildewing conscience doth surround
A dry, sheltered haven for my sanity cannot found
Streams of misery o'er my breeched levee bound
Tides of foam from my frothy mouth redound
Thunderous tremors my nerves hound
Lightening flashbacks my wits astound
Cold winds of oppression my woe doth compound
Reams of recycled heartaches wash up all around
The gurgling bilge my remaining light doth impound
Categories:
doleful, depression
Form: Rhyme