Forlorn Poems

forlorn is not the state of flora

a flower's momentum
never interrupts the observer 
both exist in prolonged beauty

only the distracted and distant
note disruption of decay

She'll Never Know

For Oliver's Contest. 31/7/25     Haiku: 5,7,5.     Tanka: 5,7,5,7,7.    


 came to hear her sing
to me she is everything
her soft voice lilting

her song of vows sworn
a heavy heart was now torn
lost love so forlorn
as I sat there before her
she'll not know I adore her

A Decrepit I Am

I am a decrepit, I'll tell you why
Even though telling you will make me cry
My world has been turned around, upside down
And I've developed an eternal frown.

I've tried to be helpful all of my life
Now, sadly I have to think more than twice
I've been backstabbed and I'm truly forlorn
If only I could have been told,

Forlorn Oranges

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

my forlorn dog

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

My Love Is Forlorn Without You

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

his forlorn tune - crystalline

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

                                        

miserable forlorn abandoned shack

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

advice for a forlorn summer day

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

Forlorn Eyes of Poe

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

Joy In the Extra Mile

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

Dreams Are the Best

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

Forlorn Moments

“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

A Forlorn Barber Pole

A forlorn barber pole
    midst bustling mall and gardens

  Its revolving candy cane
    begging shoppers' pardon

Autumn

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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