Gloom Poems - Poems about Gloom

To that shadowed city round Come those that are sorrow bound In their multitudes alas Through a Terminus so vast For a city grim enabling Their eternal laboring From the parapets looking down Cold and timid souls abound To shed their tears in torment rife That shed they not for all their life And from the masses on the wall Does that gentle misery fall It...

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The Space Between Hands Always left alone in the corner of the room, Often wondering if something’s missing in the gloom. Head down, tears falling — can’t stop the flow, Sobbing in silence, hoping no one will know. Never reaching the end with someone in stride, Letting go halfway, with no goodbye implied. Then surrender comes, with the whisper, “Go ahead?” But “why?”...

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Priests of Doom and Gloom: Fear, the seat of their feigned power. We, meaning them, know best: follow us and be saved or risk eternal pain and suffering~ being forever graved! Yet some, as I, choose the worship of one word, Love! Avoiding Dogmatic Mercenaries, Faux stand-ins, for the one, true, God, all merciful, unlike the Above....

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A misogynist wed his girlfriend – the irony wasn’t lost on me! ...

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I walk this walk in winter’s fog along the path to fill each day. Each stranger I see barely nods, they pass by without aught to say. Against the cold I wrap my coat while trying to ignore the sting and thoughts of all the miles ahead that passing through this season brings. I still recall the trees in...

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In the depths of shadowed realms they dwell, Two minds ensnared by illusion’s spell. Both tread the same path, their goal in sight, Wounded yet resolute, they journey through the night. In despair, they find solace in each other’s embrace, But will life grant them grace, or leave them to chase? Together they...

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"Hold fast, don't let the lines slip", The ropes tighten around the mast of the ship, A salty Captain grasps the wooden helm, Waves rip on the horizon, his realm, Quartermaster yells "Storm heading northwest by west", White knuckled the captain shrugs as though a jest, "Hold fast Boys! This'll be a rough ride", The crew gazed upon the captain with pride, From...

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May does not know happiness at all. I leave her sitting there, clueless, angry and small. I help others up and it makes me happy when I am down, I say. She scoffs at this stupidity and tells me to get out, go away. I am depressed, and I want to die she yells, her voice a boom. I leave...

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Into the gloom by Michael R. Burch Into the gloom, beyond the point of caring, past fascist rows that stare and blanch and cross and watch us always, by the sunset's flaring, we watch our footprints vanish. Sponge-like moss absorbs our heavy bootheels, till the whisper of passing from the earth, our soft refrain, sounds like the hoot owl's eerie...

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A Synogogue in flames, and the hate..Whats all this in Australia mates? Live and let flourish is what I know The older generations taught me so.' Strong work Ethics; and time for your brother, not this 'clockwork destructive' Well..? That belongs to others.!! The jackboot crowd clad In hugo boss, facades of order, thin veneer some gloss.. No doubt self-haters.) Devoid...

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In gardens where the gentle roses bloom, The sun casts golden rays upon the land, A gentle breeze dispels the twilight gloom, And whispers secrets through the grainy sand. The days of sorrow now begin to fade, As morning's light reveals a brand-new day, With hope reborn, and dreams no longer frayed, The echoes of my heart find words to say. In you...

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This thirsting land, parched by the sun An autumn drought, that summer spun Without the rain, no colors found Fall foliage fizzled, green to brown A cheated heart, now feels shortchanged That natures brush, has been restrained The trees are bare, north winds have blown Like fleeting thoughts, how time has flown Whilst winter waits, at fall's deathbed To lift my heart, I look...

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It’s pretty easy to write hysterical headlines; News flash; everyone is going to die! And yet, it’s just as easy to spin it elseways; News flash; everyone is alive! But the known is not news While the possible is, possibly And the hysterical sells, definitely Somewhere in our human nature We are wired to project the worst As we plan for the best Flipping the...

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she was purple and black with silver streaks of anger we saw her rising above the crowd and felt her wrath a cantankerous balloon, she is, she cannot be satisfied This was stated by more than one person I could not help but wonder if it was my Aunt Ann reincarnated She was the grouchiest, meanest being I have ever...

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Just a glimmering astral spark births in the gloom a crest of day, A solitary thread of wax dancing its aura Scatters the night - In a delirium of gleamings that chase phantoms of fear away, Shaking the hegemony of silence with a hymn of photons. Just one snowflake star, in its cascades of silver, Deciphers a divine ode That might launch...

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