Dour Poems - Poems about Dour

...I'm stealing a few moments from Father Time to pen my thoughts on parchment pages. I write of mirth we shared, sweet and sublime, capturing it in recorded history of us for the ages. As twili......Read the rest...

...I was a marvelous ophthalmologist, impacting how others saw this world, As tomorrow one day sees yesterday, on lanes where hued leaves swirled. I corrected hazy, crazy vision problems, wi......Read the rest...

...They kind of look like witches. I stared at the four. They looked dour, morose, somber, One of them looked real sore. Why do they call them the broom sisters? I asked the girl. Maybe because i......Read the rest...

...THE DIDDLER Run Diddy! Run!! Diddy did it, caught up in his wild fun.² Daring Diddy, the dexterous diddler, Danced through daylight, a deft dealer. Draped in dreams, a dainty draughtsma......Read the rest...

...Fighting the feeling with each new Ripped stitch Flesh simmering in this hell And I'll make no apologies for what I Tell you When you rather sink instead of swim, Believe me I'd rather be with ......Read the rest...

...I Forever doomed as villains causing pain, Condemned as the outlaws of cruel kinds— What an old prejudice, mindless refrain Repeated ad nauseam, heavy that grinds, And error all the same of hu......Read the rest...

...Embracing Spring after winter season Dour skies for months with chilling cold weather Summer dreams where roses are Elysian Highland hills swept with grandeur of heather. Poppies and wi......Read the rest...

... Like an avian roosting when his cawing has spilled, I mourn in grief as this shadowed night grows cold Crushed and grieving from promises unfulfilled Sorrow burgeons my heart, in bitterness ......Read the rest...

...Sugar was misnamed for she was perpetually unhappy. If I had a pony, I could cheer up. She got a pony and was more dour now. If I had a fire truck, I would smile from sunup to sundown. We went ......Read the rest...

...When I saw her face I thought she would whine But she did not grouse a bit this time This was one of her tattling-feasts. This annoyed me beyond Golem’s beasts. I detest tattling more than goss......Read the rest...

...so much darkness and gloom followed the tornado around Omaha Some were dour and sour about it; I was numb, it had been a disaster I have to get out of here, I told my husband. He understood. Make ......Read the rest...

...All is quiet, all is still. All is tranquil amid the chill. It's late December, the moon is high, Shining brightly against the sky. The snow is sparkling in the street, Like diamonds scattered......Read the rest...

...Patience is only for those who have time The rest left to panic jumping the line Sentience metered and charged by the hour Despair given freely among —the most dour (Dre......Read the rest...

...I am in my life’s October, Where passion plays its role And when embers of my memory stir, Their sparks engulf me whole. They help me to remember, And soothe my bereaved soul. Mellow memorie......Read the rest...

... I was a child, peering down, down into my soul’s abyss, a sterile kingdom by the Dead Sea. She was also a child; my loveless alter ego— a glass jar not even half full. Our love wa......Read the rest...