Forswore Poems - Poems about Forswore

...Still wrestling with impasse to contentment Dispense sing with fidelity blithely agog just me and mine dark shadow slinking along outer limits of the edge of night doth blog passivity, the p......Read the rest...

...Valhalla rest day Sunday is the day of rest for most people except for cooks, servers, and housewives They have Mondays that day hasn't got many customers they can warm up, Sunday's lefto......Read the rest...

...She here elbowed past me stomping, pausing not (although me whomping With her wildly swinging handbag – five kilograms, if not more). Cackling brusquely in a lather, that I should her baggage gathe......Read the rest...

...The finis sing touches touché Knead dull brows knitted; belief system I cogitate gearing thee ordinary bipedal hominid acquiesces to deck the halls of the mountain (dew) king with boughs ......Read the rest...

...Wrestling with impasse to contentment Dispense sing with fidelity blithely agog just me and mine dark shadow slinking along the edge of night doth blog passivity, the path of least resistance ......Read the rest...

...Deep within throes of writer's block cerebral cortex feels frozen to the core Haint no rhyme nor reason why writing a poem such an arduous chore twenty two days afore winter solstice twenty twe......Read the rest...

...When, in disgrace with hope and heaven's eyes, I all alone bemoan my forlorn state; and curse myself, as one whom men despise. As a youth, melancholic and unwise, I felt eternal gloom......Read the rest...

... I longed for a love pure as driven snow and fresh as spring 'ere Youth's brief joys succumb; but a love never transpired; and, although denied, I carried on to life's autumn. ......Read the rest...

...The time is now, you said, let it be done I come to cause you one last piece of pain You chose a day in summer when the rain Fell soft upon the road like private tears To work the last dark magi......Read the rest...

...The Great Mother She was a famous mother of the church worked long hours to help the poor die- with some dignity- on a straw mat. Total her dedication but bitter was her heart she prayed to a......Read the rest...

...I longed for love—love pure like driven snow, untouched and virgin—in the years to come: but years did come and go until (O woe!) it, like the fall, decayed in my autumn. Heartbroken, never I a p......Read the rest...