Glumly Poems - Poems about Glumly

...Into the Sturm und Drang fueled maelstrom Otherwise titled – my poetic impressions of Helene All la names bespeaking deity froom Noah Mo' Room India Arc of Covenant to crypt tick Blood (swea......

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... War does not determine who is right - only who is left. - Bertrand Russell It’s a darkness so sad and grim, Dreams destroyed by the bleakest sins, It’s more than loss of life and l......

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...The Cat sat glumly on the mat Eyeballing his dinner dish It was high time someone filled it To the brim with his favourite fish Things had been a bit slack Lately his meals had been late Trea......

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...wind-whipped waves, white-capping near shore trail's thin layer of ice, cracking underfoot a cold sock awaiting impatient shoes on the look-out, hoping, but not really expecting to spot......

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...I was a Moon in a dark abyss Wandering alone in tormented solace As aimlessly as a fish in bowl Glumly glad within my alien abode In a spur ___ you appeared from Nowhere A Blackhole pulling me......

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...What I told Bill My voice unchanging and shrill Was about life in water necessitating gills And the ones on fire, grills The left spaces for man to fill… And it should be mainly about his will ......

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...Lonely gazes glumly at the world that bustles by, from the tinted windows of her heart, where no one sees her cry. "Water, water, everywhere, and not a drop to drink..." They're close in the......

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...As per thinketh me, in vespers got... It's all about what's hot, what's not... My mind went 'out', and tried to think. But, I came back, and had a drink.  I glumly reemerged, later that night. A......

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...(hub bur rigid version.) All la names bespeaking deity froom Noah Mo' Room India Arc of Covenant to Blood (sweat and tears) of San Gennaro devout wowed, and/or Turin shrou......

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...Glued to my desk I glumly sighed For lack of inspiration. Growing ‘ennui’ I could not hide, Outside – precipitation! Out of my window as I gazed A squirrel stood and shivered. Under a lilac b......

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...MY CRAZY CREATURES This rhyme's about creatures of various sorts. Creatures with fangs, hairy bellies and warts. They cause lots of mischief all day long. Mum always blames me but I’ve done not......

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... Anonymity is my name Alcohol was the beast I couldn’t tame At another Double A meeting get to hear some more shame Rehashed, warmed over war stories, they all sound the same Now,......

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... Military boots grip the pavement, hair in a Sarah Connor ponytail Got her sunglasses on at midnight, waiting patiently for the right ride to stop And swing open an invitation to rest......

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...Woebegone woe beset, be gone A Wobbegong dumbed down in dumps Forlorn in doldrums deep and glum For the taste of glum is dour and sour Mirthless and mournful, cheerless and doleful Apparel cres......

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...(Victor Hugo fought against the dictator, first on the barricades, then in scathing poetry like this - "Souvenir de la nuit du 4".) She took him to the hearth to warm him up, not noticing his ......

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