Keening Poems - Poems about Keening

...Weep with me I hold my breath in I won't let this free There's no stilling this ache That's inside of me The grief and the pain Rip away and break out To flow like a stream From my eyes an......Read the rest...

...Dealing with the death of my friend As well as a long held dream doubling down on pain Auspiciously it seems The two for one it aint much fun however one serves to blunt the other the slighte......Read the rest...

...Tick... Time has moved on but I’m standing still... No matter where I go, I can never run away. Gray, gray, gray, it’s all gray, everything, gray. Tock... They say you're at peace now, so, I'm......Read the rest...

...In autumn's reign, vales of verdure turn gold, Fallen leaves tell the tale of life's revise, Brown branches lie bare; trees are brave and bold, Resilient dryads, keening to surmise. The frost-k......Read the rest...

...A cut-throat razor is being stropped. A chin lifted, neck extended, a soaped throat exposed. There will be blood, not in the close shave, but on the keening blade of that singing stee......Read the rest...

...Does the feeling left linger on the tip of your tongue? Looking for sense in these empty-full strokes To overstep bounds missed in the rush Begging to see behind the puppeteer’s eyes Too qu......Read the rest...

...“Alas for those who die with their songs still inside them.” ---- Oliver Wendell Holmes Soul means nothing until we understand the language of crying. The voice of the soul is you brea......Read the rest...

...The beautiful young woman’s accent was unusual. Was she Romanian? Ukrainian? Geoffrey could not place it, but he enjoyed hearing it. Her soft voice sounded European. Are you from the other side......Read the rest...

...A white out A snow bomb Homes snow blanketed Whited sepulchres Cars abandoned Stuck in snowdrifts An arm sticking stiffly out Above its embedded body Deep in its shroud of snow The wind how......Read the rest...

...Monsters are sneaking out of closets in the middle of the night. Tiptoeing around your bed, waiting to give you just the right fright. Clown dolls with maniacal attitudes are waiting underneath you......Read the rest...

...These are the best sports poems by Michael R. Burch, Part II The Locker by Michael R. Burch All the dull hollow clamor has died and what was contained, removed, reproved adulation or senti......Read the rest...

...Lay me gently down on a cold wint’ry day, While the fireplace sparkles and blue flames rise A day when the sun shines not to brighten, nay Snow cloud blankets denying warmth to the eye......Read the rest...

...This is a sacred and vibrant site of people clustering. Inferable from the amazement and awe, it is invigorating. Is this asylum of genuine warmth and enthusiasm inciting? There is......Read the rest...

...Fearless fearless Not compromised Careless awareness Not ostracized If I lay down to say goodbye there's the whole world one last time at night as I make my bed for the daylight when I crawl ......Read the rest...

...One person can light up a room. I have seen it, and it is wonderful. People can be sobbing, wailing, keening. But one soul with the heart of joy Can come in, and re-do everything in an instant. ......Read the rest...