Lament Poems - Poems about Lament

POET’S LAMENT* ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Under the night's blank canvas, I sit, a lone figure, my ink-stained fingers poised. I carry the burden of unsaid poetry, ideas that were never expressed, ...

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songer.co/song/j1a384koqvh6fmx6jb40ftmf [Verse 1] I shut my eyes, and there you are, Like smoke that fades but leaves a scar. I reach to touch, but it slips away — A darkened ash where love used to stay. Your beauty, a spark that lit the night, Your words, sharp knives of truth and light. But now I’m bound in this silent cell, A man fallen from...

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JULY'S LAMENT ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ heatwave leaves sighing for a cool embrace July’s lament ...

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Modern Consternations of Lament Contradictions and formulations of thought that bridge the edges of time Benedictions and combinations that evolve into the refined Jurisdictions and innovations that are galvanised by crime Crucifixions in the courtyards of those who draw the cursed lines A damsel in distress crying for all the loss that cannot be expressed A shadow of progress dying...

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A POET'S LAMENT ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Under the night's blank canvas, I sit, a lone figure, my ink-stained fingers poised. I carry the burden of unsaid poetry, ideas that were never expressed, ...

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*This poem was written for "Kensington Avenue Poetry Contest, Anthony Biaanco, sponsor, July 20, 2025 KENSINGTON'S LAMENT ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Her city streets are grey and worn, with a denim sky overhead. Birdsong trickles out in fractured waves, as if feathered friends cried while flying her way. Engines sputter; horns blare. People hurry by her in silence, eyes down, broken...

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Sisyphus’ Lament I took each hard punch And swallowed each raw pill. But you said it wasn’t a fair fight And I agree, But you didn’t watch My tears each night, No, they weren’t For you to see. And I agree, So you watched me Push that boulder Up that hill With a sickened grin of evil glee....

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My son, When the ancestors lit the candle of your destiny, We sang for you in the wind, We carved your name into the stars And called you Moses for your people. But you— You danced in marble halls built on bones, You became fluent in the language of betrayal. They did not give you power— They gave you a costume, A borrowed mask with...

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You wear a crown forged in centuries of silence, Not of gold, but of tears—each gem a wound, Each jewel a stolen breath from lands unnamed. The sun never set on your empire, Charles, But neither did its shadow. At seventy-three, you ascend a throne Built on the backs of broken nations. Malawi mourns not your reign, but its own hunger. India remembers...

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In silent keys, their voices fade, Clara’s theremin weeps where poets strayed. No human hand, yet sorrow sings, A ghostly hum through broken strings. Their verses, once of flesh and fire, Now echo cold in digital pyre. The authentic heart, its rhythm gone, Replaced by code’s unfeeling song. Mourn the scribes whose truths decay, In circuits deep, they slip away. Yet still we chase their...

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I rose from flames that kissed my wings, A timeless dance where rebirth sings. Ash and ember, my cradle, my shroud, I burn anew, fierce and proud. I watched them gaze, their fragile eyes, Afraid of death, of fate’s disguise. Yet I am death and life entwined, A creature forged beyond the blind. The fire does not scorch it shapes, it molds, It claims...

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I was already drowning but I missed the rain I hate the heat and the way I fall victim to the suns fury He tricks me in spring with his warm rays Enticing me with trickles of light that dance between the blooming trees A waltz of flowers , a delight for my eyes How quickly he turns, a...

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Kentucky never did pull me Neither did Tennessee Kansas, best left to Dorothy ~ O, for the beaches of Waikiki ...

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I'm faced with debility, a deluded idea that i can make a change by doing nothing at all, staying the course. No matter how this my effect my fate. there are visions of delirium that come from a life of captivity. It's not the loneness that kills you. It's the echos, scratching voices that cling to the walls refusing to be...

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In the frostbitten belly of Russia’s spine, Where the stars are mute and the sun won’t shine, A man with chains and a shattered past, Counts the heartbeats that may be his last. He once wore laughter like a second skin, Now silence lives deep within his grin. No mirrors here—only ice and stone, To remind him daily: he is alone. They took...

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