Forlorn Poems - Poems about Forlorn

Why won’t poets write about us? Is rhyming with orange that troubling? Don’t we, like other fruits need thus: To be showered with praises all bubbling? We have stunning looks and great taste But where are the poems and sonnets? We are saddened that no one makes haste To promote us on shirts or bonnets. We hate to complain about this, But it’s awful...

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Forlorn look on my happy dog Came back sad from the neighbor’s bog No idea what happened there But he is sad, and it’s not fair...

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Inspired by Stevie Wonder song "My World Is Empty Without You" My love is forlorn without you I imagine you alight like a fairy from moonbeam Glitter like the shine of the silvery night Like a dew drop of dawn I want you to glow In my lonesome meadow I’ll see you make my love flourish in my empty...

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"before my eyes dropped their shades for the night I heard the nightingale singing" ...

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the abandoned shack looks miserable and forlorn standing amid brambles and weeds in an unkempt field her porch boards creak ominously as we walk across them Some of the end boards have disintegrated she looks sad and gloomy; her front door is gone she has not been cared for in a number of years the upstairs windows are broken probably by...

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Whoever heard of a forlorn summer day? This was asked by May, directed to today. I am not sure why, but my feelings are doom-y. Snap out of it, said rain or I will come and be gloomy. The summer day could not shake her feeling of sad. She was despondent and quiet, she felt kind of bad. Summer days are...

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NOT CONTEST BOUND I stood upon a rocky shoal, regret lingering across my mind Its fingers traced the blood-filled lines along my bare arm as if they were the brittle veins of leaves fallen from a tree I was not blind to fear or its impending threat of harm Its whispers felt like the breath of death, washing over me How...

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When someone feels alone, forlorn Like the world has left them to mourn The charming joys, the wonders born Rousing a gentle fate Inspired by gifts from hearts so pure Lovely dreams, feelings who endure The broken, worries so demure Gentle that cannot wait Struggles to go that extra mile For the beauty of a sweet smile Comforting spirits all the while With kindness to elate ...

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I breathe slowly but... She has hair like yours I turn away but... She had hair like yours Brown Eyes Everywhere Shapely Faces Jaw Lines Eyebrows Everywhere She had hair like Yours but... It wasn't You It's never You Parts of You Are Everywhere On the Surface Of my Eyes Open or Closed Parts of...

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“Can you feel the soul of an abandoned house, can you hear the whispering.” Quote by _ Constance La France Weary walls & dilapidating roof, Hope stands aloof, Pleasant days are gone, The ambience is worn. The hands are unable, The clime is unstable, Gloom dwells in the chamber, Too weighty for...

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A forlorn barber pole midst bustling mall and gardens Its revolving candy cane begging shoppers' pardon...

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Lonely shadow of wind swept grain Longing for her caress, so sweet As the birds mourn with forlorn tweet Lonesome wind laced with dark red stain Her time had come to fade away She wished she had more time to stay The morning calls for kiss of rain Dew quenched the drought of missing her...

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When the smoke ascends, let my passing be With Some late angels accompanying me Into the halo of a Splendid sea And the long-awaited days of eternity. The Forlorn years had grown quieter, With every shadow passing their hour At night, the skies looked even darker By day I could only hear a faint Twitter. My benediction lingers as in patience, And weariness etches...

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I went to a crazy bar in a fancy car with a supermodel. I had everything I wished, except it felt so bare and hollow. Woke up and cried, though I know, no one heard my sorrow, How I hoped I was brave and had some left for someone to borrow. I just don’t seem to like anybody, But why...

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You may grieve on this darkest of days. You may weep tears of demulcent dew And ponder the wonder of God's cruelest ways Though ne'er understand their reason or rhyme, Nor unravel the ruse that he ruthlessly plays. Alone in your anguish, your tempest and rain, Far from the sunshine high summer once brought. Forlorn in the torture of sadness and pain Where...

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