Forlornness Poems - Poems about Forlornness

...A night slipped away, one wept to sleep, one had bunches to dream. A couple of lines the poet wrote, nothing that the muse saw. Three simple words kept the lovelorn up, four texts sent for ......Read the rest...

...Written: October 09, 2023 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ There are no blooms to snuggle in the twilight No promise that it will ever reach the zenith. Either the sky is c......Read the rest...

...Written: October 05, 2023 ___________________________________________________________ Where the paradisiacal angels reside. A myriad of creatures, ebony and betide A dinkum dissolut......Read the rest...

...“The rays of setting sun design the unframed dreams in life’s kaleidoscopic snapshot.” – by Poet The revolving wheel of the ceaseless time rotates the contrived kaleidoscope of life,......Read the rest...

...paradoxically my forlornness profound aggravation runs high gear can't drown thrash around then toss back the cover dropping knees shout out u......Read the rest...

...In the desolate domain of eerie milieu under the ebony opaque sky, on the murky hideous landscape the nocturnal creatures prowl and try to stalk those who can’t see the nightriders s......Read the rest...

...Eagle's trip of forlornness Starts off lofty As it spreads Its forceful wings And ascends On the breezes That bring the tempest......Read the rest...

...We are children of the central sun, secular seclusiveness becoming none… Fallen angels in a spiritual spun, pious partitions of a secretive stun. Sceptical segregational spores, seductresses......Read the rest...

...As the night falls from interstices of burning clouds, lumbering through the broad sky like grazing herds of sheep There comes a great forlornness through the deep forests of Zambia. Land marked by......Read the rest...

...A Palace of Aloneness. This palace of aloneness is not my home. It's bricks know only the time of run-off bygones. Transition past it's thousand entrances Impaired with creeping ivy Into it......Read the rest...

...His oars (mind, arms, and legs) were insufficient as propellers to earn a living. In the underground´s nasty passageway; or was in his life´s nasty passageway? Anyway! There, he, like an imbecile......Read the rest...

... Afghanistan’s People The Eyes Tell It By: Tom Wright 1/7/02 Eyes that search for help But relief they seldom see, Eyes that cannot again weep, For tears, long dried are not to be.......Read the rest...

...Dear diary! One who bears the brunt of my adversity, And my misery, you condone with affability. There and back to make an affix, Of an apparently gifted anomalies. Night so long and yet so sh......Read the rest...

...Waltzing around carelessly, trampling through the golden daisies, oblivious to the coiled up snakes, violently hissing.Blindly shadowing a group of prepossessing wolves, with their lustrous coats gle......Read the rest...

...As I roamed into the steakhouse, I spotted him slashing steak. He looked up with his dispirited stare, His despair coherent to me. He summon me to take a chair, He had a anecdote to unfold, Ab......Read the rest...