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 clear again
very rarely do we feel great pain
it’s all just part of the up and down
sometimes a monarch and sometimes a clown.
Categories:
dour, sad,
Form: Rhyme
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
Categories:
dour, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form: Rhyme
I think some knew
beastly hellish dour
had you figured it out?
Categories:
dour, allegory, analogy,
Form: Questionku
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.
Categories:
dour, dark, emotions, feelings,
Form: Other
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 touch in spirit form.
My sister was awful, I wish I had never let her back into my life.
The conversation always comes back to depression and strife.
Dour Debbie Downer is right now calling me on the phone.
Once again, I ignore it, hoping she will think I am not home.
Categories:
dour, women,
Form: Rhyme
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 not go.
Because you knew they really did not want you.
You were an obligation, not a choice.
I did not feel obligated to spend another minute with this stranger in the checkout line.
Categories:
dour, woman, women,
Form: Light Verse
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 him safe and sound,
and read to him instead ---
Once, I met a Dour-glower walking through an orchard
"How dare they call you apple trees;
you're only whisps of bark!
You haven't many leaves,
and you're little more than seeds!
You think you're special with your flowers,
yet I've never seen you fruit!" screamed the Dour-glower.
What could the saplings do?
All of it was true.
They couldn't drop their leaves,
nor tear apart their petals.
But as the Dour-glower took his leave,
the sun above shone true.
The soil of the field was just as sweet
and craddled every root.
Categories:
dour, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
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 regret
Your dread company is no comfort to a weary heart,
To a shaking lip
Your caress is no reason to still
For you bring me no gifts,
You bring only curses
And in my life,
In my life I have no want for curses-
So please
Leave me be
I cannot bear your fell company.
But oh, I am dour company indeed
And still I cannot leave myself be.
Categories:
dour, depression, introspectionme, pain, me,
Form: I do not know?