Sorrow Kimo Poems | Examples
These Sorrow Kimo poems are examples of Kimo poems about Sorrow. These are the best examples of Kimo Sorrow poems written by international poets.
waves surge pearls of broken heart to the beach
the sea of tears keeps nothing...
memories float ashore.
March 22, 2019
Syllable count : 10/7/6
Checked on howmanysyllables.com
September 4, 2021
Constance La France's Contest : Kimo Form Old Or New
Dear brother your sorrow is my sorrow,
but at this time we need strength
allow others to grieve,
Dear sister my pain like yours is severe,
our loss can not be ignored
your sadness will be shared,
Dear mother life’s landed a cruel blow,
Dads love is instilled in us
his love is eternal.
8/7/2018
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polar bears warm balmy winter victims
arctic food chain collapsing
sea shore ice receding
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
posted on November 5, 2017
Time flies, we stay
Biding sorrow, grief,
What remains:
No do. No go.
Reflecting how time changed contours and lines . . .
baby lips, cheeks, cotton hair,
most precious sight to me.
Time morphed the image, boy mischief and smiles
twinkled in soft hazel eyes;
look back at me, my dear.
Across a void I cannot circumvent
a face most beautiful shines
which I no longer see.
Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright, July 8, 2014
Why have an empty heart when lovers smile...
doesn't passion reflect love?
Wipe your sorrow away!
Behind friendly smile and bright eyes are scars
left by raw pain and sorrow
Heart broken when love died
Seren Roberts
so i was hoping that if re-posted this it might remind her of the talent she's wasting
AND IN VIENNA WE WERE POETRY
she talk\s in words of velvet spoken eloquently
as i read her words fervently
i hear her wit in every word written UN-corrupted by a desire for fame
and sentiments scribed so that people may remember her name
this isn't no spectator's game
it's just a way to read her words of wisdom that ain't always the same
she's a woman with talent i find more intoxicating that wine
and i'd trade almost antthing for her words to reflect some of mine
read the lady and you tell me if she isn't fascination plus a summer's rain
when the flowers cry out for moisture to end a pansy's pain
tell me you don't hear the happiness she deserves in spades
and the sorrow those pansies feels as the sunshine fades
as the church bells are ringing soft and low
her words tell me in which direction i should go
a place where i can escape the ice and the snow
or the wisdom wrapped in every certainty the woman happens to know
(c) 2012....PHREEPOETREE~free cee!~
p.s. vienna....can you at least anwer my calls---i want to you're okay please ~f!~