Laments Poems - Poems about 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...

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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….. ...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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. _________________________ Tanka |06.04.2018 revised...

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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? ________________________________ Limerick |06.08.2023| humour, men...

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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...

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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...

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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....

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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(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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