Laments Poems - Poems about Laments

Pahalgam Laments

In Pahalgam’s embrace, where solace bloom
Dawn’s tender hues now fade into gloom.
The innocent sleep, their laughter now stilled,
In cold, silent graves, their dreams unfulfilled.

A crown of bright jewel on our mother’s brow,
A snow-white dove, now lies crimsoned in woe.
Through mist-shrouded peaks, a wail scars the air,
Beauty and anguish entwined in dark despair.

Through shadowed pines, fiends

Tilted Laments

Is it my grief?
That i behold?
That i knoweth ongoing sorrow
Waterless doves?
None other, a city?
Just? As a city dweller?
Dwelling, in mired filth?
Unconquered mime, play!
At once! Be tainting…..
Project at them
Boredom? You wandered…..

Silent Laments

You are the twinkle of my eye.
A trance like state.
If I died for you, would you die for me?
Til death do us part.
I will hold you for a lifetime with my breath.
You got my little black heart and it's dying in your hands.
Im lucky that you stand in my way.
A mosaic of love and ache.
In

Ephemeral Laments of Technicality

Ephemeral Laments of Technicality

Qualifications of a criminal mind
Magnifications of virtue in all of mankind
Qauntifications of meaning you cannot seem to find
Fractal notations in dreaming that you’d never leave behind

Geometric cubism born of Platonic Solids
Ego-centric hubris suppressing something rather horrid
Eccentric nudism expressing the inappropriately florid
Concentric prisms forming emotions that are torrid

Looking askance at a street performer
Booking

Where the last army laments

WHERE THE GARDEN SHINES ABOVE
ABOVE GEMS AND GOLD
WHERE THE FIRST FAMILY LAUGHS
IN GROVES AND MEADOWS
WHERE CHRIST, THE WHITE LAMB, FROLICS
IN THE GRASS WITH THE FIRST MAN

Where the desert darkens below
Below rocks and dirt
Where the last army laments
In caves and wastelands
Where Satan, the black wolf, hunts 
On bare earth with the last man

Destiny when laments

Life’s script is pre-writ 
And Fate looms large upon it, 
Resigned, we just quit, 
React to be circumspect, 
Destiny wishes, we act. 

So let down by men 
Fate wails, what use free will then? 
O strive best ye can, 
It is no use to react, 
Act, force Fate change fated facts. 
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Tanka |06.04.2018 revised

Hapless Laments a Man

Chess perhaps be the only game
That mirrors life men live—so tame:
King, as men in kingdom,
Cannot move in freedom, 
Queen, any which way in the frame!
If king gets no long rope,
Is there any a hope
For poor men worth their worthy name? 
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Limerick |06.08.2023| humour, men

Hair Dye and Others

For The Massively White-Haired
And comments on it he'd heard:
The ever youthful old,
Who cannot his vexed arms fold;
Could keep wishing to head hide,
As folks troop out for a ride...

For those Nature ate their pie,
Who would soonest breathe a sigh
And they must recover it
Or fall into nearby pit...

One thing to like about Dye:
To Disliked colors Good-Bye;
The fainter

An Open Cemetery With Endless Laments

Broken Seashells,
canvasses of lobsters
tossed ashore by waves
are an open cemetery
with endless laments...
as green seaweeds 
decorate them morbidly
if they were flowers!

I look around this beach
not frequented by a wanderer;
the strong stench of fish
is too unpleasant to sensitive noses,
but it's the perfect dinner
for those hungry gulls that swish
and land on their corpses!

Beer cans and water bottles
not disposed

City Laments

Ten million people in my city have I.
I see all these bodies, and I want to cry.
They use so much juice!
They wear ugly puce.
I wish they’d move to Singapore, bye and bye.

Narcissus Laments

I do not like to see my face floating
At the foot of a ewer,
nor in drops of water, nor in the glassy eye
of a slaughtered goat.

I am beautiful, but water and cloudless gems
distort, they are torturers of disfigurement.

Since I saw my reflected beauty
I have been unable to mirror that perfection.
I have ardently endeavored 
to emblazon

Dragonfall, Lucifer Laments

high above
the victors sing,
I rush to greet the land
despite protests
from broken wings

I curse that sword
how could Michael best... me?
how could I fall to him
when my war was with He?

He,
Him,
His domain was all time and space
jealous eyes let serpent tongue 
twist jealous minds
but now we all fall from grace

these comrades of mine
are no comrades at all
mere

Laments of Love

Lamenting love rest upon my humble heart,
May thy candle burn quickly before thy night…
Loves lament lies lingering from far apart,

For the slings and arrows deploy and depart,
Solitary stars sacrificed amidst dying light…
Lamenting love rest upon my humble heart,

A broken hearts graveyard a calamitous compart,
Release my soul this warmless winters white…
Loves lament lies lingering from far

Laments of My Heart

I hear the voices you once bequeathed to me
Enchanting concert music in symphony of love
But I left the theater before the show was over
Walking all alone in the missteps of contempt,
Endorsing the reticence of unspoken words.

Deep in my psyche these memories now reside
Where devoid of fond smiles, blossoms have dried.

As I refuse to accept that

The Local Grave Digger Laments Again

(A True Story)

Now I grow older, and beauteous memories turn to weeds, this blood in my veins turn to water, like the shivering river cold desolate in the valley bleeds. 
Yet still on the hill rise I see 'Aunt Mary' her hair more golden by the day,
when my memory returns and I think of September,

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