Lachrymose Poems - Poems about Lachrymose

... Her heart has turned to glass Broken shards that stab her from within Lost in her sea of sorrow She hardly feels the tears pouring from her soul Melancholy reigns, marring her mind She dro......Read the rest...

... Rainbow roses revived Rainbow rains rising Rising of ruby rituals Rising from heartbeat of lies Lies with opal wings Lies betray every crown Crown of the spiritual realm Crown of a fo......Read the rest...

... When the enchanted jailors of life, siezed my soul and those sepals unfurling manipulative manuscripts ceased to script a twinkle above screams, I became a slave to my ow......Read the rest...

...Life is never a planned ride on a magical carpet, that awakens jasmine dreams lost in the brisk air. We weave our own zest of zephyr, to tailor-stitch a tapestry; buttoned w......Read the rest...

... Music is an undying art of soul ~ an abstract eden, where, euphonious unicorns glide in strawberry sonatas, amplifying rhapsody in ballads of flight, when fuchsia feathers tease......Read the rest...

...When you are an agonizing echo from a benevolent voice, life exhales in mahogany haze, spreading across the lachrymose meadows as scarred rivulets of sandalwood scents, where ceram......Read the rest...

... I still reminisce when it was raining incessantly at 3:55 a.m. in the nascent ticks of time on a wistful wednesday. My skin felt the spark of crying hail and maybe, the snow-storms melted t......Read the rest...

...He puffs in the nightly brume His noctambulous proclivity He calls it, a force of habit Something automatic Tonight is especially morbid Atrabilious even As he hunches gaunt Over her headstone......Read the rest...

... At the dextrous flick of a pliant switch, or some hue laden buoyant platform, building sturdy grey grain bridges, thin veil barren vacuum putative, in a distant introverted wingspan, yearnin......Read the rest...

...Hue and cry road map, totem sign or lachrymose, knee-deep self compass, wading bird of psychic lull, being is a misty quest, that oblong pointer centered, on some phantom bridge, or other cros......Read the rest...

...Between paper-soft worlds of fragile imaginations, I float upon those gossamer tulips that split every second of saccharine musings and eclipsed confessions, distinguishing all ......Read the rest...

... Here, I scribble a letter to the rhapsodical rose, dipping my quill in stardust that slips like a violet waterfall from the tips of white oak trees. These marigold orbs shine ......Read the rest...

...Where burgundy pansies blossom Amidst pearlescent violet-weeds, Whirling medieval rose's ode, In moon's lachrymose memories.......Read the rest...

..."The pen is the tongue of the mind." ~ Horace "A writer without a pen would be like a duck without water." ~ Donovan M......Read the rest...

...Three Cheers To Ann Maria Reeves Jarvis Momma mia man date comb the second Sunday during month of May can be traced back to ancient Greeks and Romans devotional festivals held to honor mot......Read the rest...