Dour Poems - Poems about Dour

It’s been a while since I wore a smile I cannot tell you why but, it will not make me cry being a little dour for a minute or an hour makes one realise that gloomy skies and being a little sad isn’t really all that bad all it is, is the coin’s other side part and parcel of this magical ride and when the skies are...

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I For long faulted as wicked causing pain, And condemned as crooks of a cruel kind— Old prejudice or heartless brain’s refrain, Repeated ad nauseam a point to grind— An error all the same of humankind, Yet, thorns for sure, villains we never are, Veil not Flowers your harsh front hid behind, Thorns might have cruel look, but kindly core. ...

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Old sour dour turnip man He ruins as many parties as he can Coming in with a meanness thick Not liking any dances, joys or tricks We see him coming and try to lock the door We do not want to entertain him any more. Old sour dour turnip man Being as irritating and grumpy as he can...

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I think some knew beastly hellish dour had you figured it out?...

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Dour ferris wheel, are you haunted? Dark a place to sit peacefully, enjoy a spell if you’re lonely; Disguised cloaked in what I wanted, my insecurities flaunted; False eyes like you understood me; Dour ferris wheel everything inside you taunted; Needling me repeatedly low lights glow spectacularly; Your gloom never left me daunted, Dour ferris wheel....

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Dour Debbie Downer with a daily dose of doom She complains about her father with a sense of gloom He was a bully, he wishes I was dead she said. Her mother was worse; she is glad that she is dead. Dour Debbie Downer with a daily dose of anything not warm. She hopes none of her family gets in...

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At a certain age we become invisible the woman said. You will know when you get here. People make jokes about people with no teeth. I show her my mouth; I am pretty toothless. No one makes fun of me that I know of. Parties go on without you, she tells me. Not because you weren’t invited, but because you did...

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The dance of the dilettantes hasn't many steps. It isn't meant to be remembered, nor to cause upset; it's simply meant to get us through, like breakfast spent in bed. It gives us comfort just to know our words have just been read. And if a noble Dour-Glower 'gins to shake his head, that's just fine and dandy, we'll tuck...

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Oh leave me be Leave me be- -I cry out in silence; It is enough to bear the pain the world lashes upon my back, Held upright, but driven forward By gifts, gifts to quell the curses- But oh leave me be When the lash is in mine own hand, Oh leave me be you thoughts that pain And you sharp pangs of...

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