Long Dismal Poems
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Is that enough
proof to show you that you’re beautiful inside and out?
How can I show you that I’m captivated by my love towards you?
How can I prove to you that you’re a great deal?
How can I wipe away your tears – twinkling blue?
How can I express how lovely you look? – It’s true
I’m being serious and straightforward definitely –
our love is pure and so much more…
our love will endure forevermore…
our love is real and it’s a splendid deal…
our love is unreal…our love is made of steel…
Our Love is oh so surreal
You melt my anguish away…
Our love can heal a broken heart
You nurture me in the month of May
You throw away winter’s dismay
Our Love burns on…and its warmth shrouds us with love
Our love takes wing…like a divine, elegant dove
Adoring fruitful flight –
What a sight…what a delight
Put to death the heartless night
And fight the good fight
As my mother would say
every now and then
she always turned the night to day
But, she’s not here with me again
Why would she not visit me in the month of May?
Didn't she promise that she would give me a call today?
Our love’s a sturdy, majestic ship,
Revealing its glory and producing fellowship
Our love sprouts with everlasting grace and ecstasy
A zealous grace that won’t sink down to the bottomless sea
Put a ring on your finger and soak in my mournful, ravishing rain
Love me in a flattering, relishing way
I place a vase of ferns and daisies on your window pane
I send you my love as I begin my journey today
I pray to God that the dawn will blossom
In the month of May,
Pushing away the doubtful, dismal clouds…
making me feel numb
Making me drink in regret and disarray…
They slip right through your fingers
Precious moments that breath
Enlightenment, compassion, insight
Inspiration, melancholy, bravery
Feelings so real and spectacular
They whisper with a gentle appeal
Emotions discovered in a scent
A touch, a frown, a laugh, a light
Emotions filled with love and hope
Musical notes of faith that flows
Through the veins that are flaming
Burning away all dread and pain
These moments come alive and survive
The days of darkness and distress
They offer rays of happiness
And prayers of faithfulness
Found within a smile
Lighting the eyes
The moment when a tear falls
Bouncing softly against naked flesh
Filling the heart with emotional angst
The moment when the scent awakens
A heart to the aroma of freshness
Experienced after the rain falls
The moment when a flower opens it’s petals
Giving way to a bloom so fresh and impressive
Expressing joy that is such a brilliant treasure
The moment when you awake and feel
The warmth that holds such an appeal
When you are breathing the air of dawn
The moment when the scent of freshly mown
Grass erases all smell of the winter past
Which wishes to bring out its dismal twist
The moment when crackling leaves are gone
And the winter comes through the morn
To beckon to the spirit with a killing frost
The moment when love is there on a face
Welcoming you into a sweet embrace
Where you feel so loved and accepted
The moment when you’ve read a great poem
And nothing feels more important
Than sharing it with your best friend
It is this moment – when joy rides the wind
That you’re free to believe in the senses
Who bring such inspirational completion
With blessings, I wish you more moments
To complete you!
I let it slip away beyond my perceptive reach,
like the dislodged grain of the memory sand.
The dragging ebb of discontent carried it far
into the dismal depth of somber sea of oblivion.
The splendorous realm of my fervent heart
twinkled with the tinsels of the argentine night,
where your glamour gleamed with enticing tinge,
suffused with the sequins of the mesmeric moon.
I felt entranced the swathing touch so tempting
of the captivating aura of your intangible charisma,
but you glided away out of my spellbound sight,
like the autumn cloud across my sky of dream.
In verdant vale in the rhythm of my vibrant heart,
your footprints disappeared in my pining plateau,
beyond the turquoise trail of lingering longing,
as I wandered chasing the mirage going nowhere.
Splitting open the rough rocky ledge of your garden,
a sapling grew at the edge of the unwalked pathway.
A bud bloomed unnoticed with the color of spring
within my heart like the alluring flower called love.
You drifted past me on the wings of zooming zephyr,
blowing a sensuous storm of fervor through me.
The ruffled petals flew away from the caring cleft
of my heart to the obscure recess of wilderness.
From the ebony edge of the dense night of despair,
storm clouds surged with thunders of tearing strife,
splintered my sky once an epitome of adoration,
the flakes of dream dispersed in debris slid away.
You celebrated your birthday every year with me,
the joy like a leaf of memory drifted away in the wind.
Your birthday came again, but this leaf didn’t return,
for it was too far gone from me, I let it slip away.
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April 29, 2023
Contest : I Let It Slip Away
Sponsored by : John Lawless
Densest fog hovers over the mountains,
Blue ridges reformed, now steely,
Gray as the moment just before dawn,
When silence bleeds her dreams
Through the still, cool light
Graceful as the sigh,
Wistful as the music’s rhythm
Sustenance for fires,
Breathed from trembling oaks, birthed by hearts,
Grieving as the December storms,
Shattering the moments, stricken by burning
Promises, echoed on the shadows,
Filling the moments,
Erasing the naked branches
With mists in hues of muddled misery.
Rain sprinkles, showers - nervous,
Shuddering and shaking,
Breaking through the reticence,
Rhythms in puddles,
Muzzled by the rocky moments,
When hope explains her dreams,
Hushing the wind,
Refusing to let the rain’s gentling,
Stir the mystery,
Anonymous liquids, melting the feelings,
Blown carefully into piles,
Across the deep woods, heavy with wet,
Aching to be dried by the fires of the sunlight,
Reflecting all the poetry
Growing its wonder from stark naked limbs,
Shattered by the past,
Who still listens amid the smoky grief,
Melting away the peaks…
Quiet mountains, cerulean hills –
Tempted by drizzling streams,
Hesitating, torrents
Flowing over the nights, blessed with dreams.
Rain, wistful and full of peace …
Stirs the shining emerald stones,
Muffled by the soft cadence,
Rain, measured – pulsing, a melody,
Lifting the hymns from the hills,
Agile as melancholy breaks
Through the dreams,
Dignified and lissome, willowy
As the edges of a forest
Where dejected stumps and decaying leaves,
Breathe out a dismal affection,
For the layers of lasting peace, serenity
Poured out over the blue ridge mountains,
Who grieve quietly for November’s thirsty tedium,
October’s gasping glory and September’s
Soothing psalms, promising
Wonder that will last all year long,
All year long – as the rain pelts the thoughts…
In breathless tears poured out
From bleeding clouds, milked by December’s doubts.
Some days, I feel lost and alone,
Like the brightest star has fallen, leaving
A deep, dark hole inside of me
Some days, I feel such doubt and despair,
Like the dried flower who lingers on the stem
Miserable, withering, desperate for relief
Some days, I feel weary and bleak,
Like the morning sun has gone behind a cloud
Leaving me with only the silence of regret
Some days, I feel desolate and glum,
Like the excitement of my dreams have dimmed
Black and murky, falling into the pit of dread
Some days, I feel dismal and joyless,
Like the whisper of light sparkling inside of me
Is shadowed beneath fear and anxiety
Some days, I feel like just giving up,
Like my heart and soul have been quieted
By the misery that has become a part of me
It is on those days, though… when I can’t
Even find the words to say, to pray
That I look up – and scan the horizon, the skies
For the trembling caress of One who knows me
Better than I know myself, for the One
Who inspires me to let go of my selfishness
And listen to the voice of His tenderness,
His promise that He is always with me, always
There to give to me – empathy, sympathy,
The wonder of a love that is so intimate…
It feels like He is – and, yes, oh yes, HE IS
Living within me – healing me, stirring hope in me
Because I know this light, this love, this SON
Who is more alive than anyone….
Some days, I feel like I am strong enough
To face whatever might come, with the confidence
That only the Savior of the world could bring to me!
Because of HIM – Some days, I feel invincible!
You have scorched, scorched all my fields of love
the trees I loved, the lea I cherished,
meadows of flowers, pigeon and dove,
to your insolence, they have perished.
black burnt remains of rose bushes stand,
the willow weeps at its own demise,
my hopes and dreams are now barren sands,
thin smoke in an aroma of lies.
hope still remains, the river flows on,
sky looks down from its eternal blue,
life sketches anew, brings a new dawn,
fresh grass breaking, bring hint of green hue.
in most dismal lost situations,
faith remains a soldier to fight on,
in dark scorched fields of tribulations,
with wave of His hand, love is reborn.
His work is still to be done, much more remains,
oceans of wars amidst islands of reason,
bridges to be built and heavens to regain,
His work goes on, unabated all season.
The sky edged at the hazy horizon, a solemn slate,
where the raucous cloud clumps on wings of storm ride.
For the sun to set for the dreary night they don’t wait,
unleashed, in rampant rage they well up and glide.
The opaque sky is shaken and shattered asunder,
deluge of moaning drops descends in molten torrent.
The endless emptiness quaked by the tearing thunder,
burns in forked flashes in the fraction of time transient.
The fleeting lightning designs cold lattice of azure fire,
lazuli light leaves the somber sound behind,
striking me with deafening echo in the rattling air,
that blazes for an instant making me almost blind.
The sound of falling sky sinks in the quietude of my core,
as the sapphire light shimmers in the serene essence,
I view the lilac lining of dismal cloud I haven’t seen before,
my soul immerses in the bay of bliss with flow of silence.
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May 2, 2023
Contest : Up To 20 Lines
Sponsored by : Sotto Poet
When all around is torn by strife,
woes without end beset your life.
When peace is but a dismal dream
a wistful wish or so it seems.
How can the soul in such a state
find peace when trials fill its plate?
The words of saint Paul provide clues
to those who read when they feel blue.
Rejoice in God, do, never balk
when sadness and strife your soul stalk.
Let not storm clouds His will obscure
His ways are best, His purpose pure.
Remember that God’s words are true,
what he has promised he will do.
The storms of life can never foil
his perfect plan, nor make him toil.
Refuse to worry, never doubt,
nurture your faith and make it stout.
Life’s crucibles are meant to make
and purify you for his sake.
Resort to prayer when cares crest
like ocean waves upon your chest.
The soul who craves his Savior’s breast
will pass life’s tests, in Him find rest.
When frights are most appealing than sunshine.
That puts a stop to any remaining hope to shine.
Hell's dogs will wait with their terrifying teeth.
while a deadly famine swallowed them underneath.
When the sky is coated by a thick veil of darkness.
Covered a soul wailing with apathy and madness.
And that's what the stud horizon curves around.
A rainy, gloomy day that exceeds dismal enwound.
When all the land turns into a fiery, stuffy prison.
Where desire is a spider's obscurity, sensation
In a weak, fluttering flight alongside the grime.
Rafters and hitting its face toward a fetid crime.
It's raining slithering spiders of randomness.
Tear away the ice that traps us in landlessness.
Our minds have canals where water is flowing.
Yet those among us are of toxicity—blowing.
The chimes at once and angrily strike out.
And pierce the stillness with terrifying shouts.
As well as frightening vagrant and refugee.
Those who lack a home often hold shrill effigy.
Broad, quiet, hypnotic-rolling inurns are seen.
By way of my full being. A forlorn plea of ween.
Despotism takes shape from its terrible pain.
The hood of my dark cloak falls on my cruel brain.
Written: June 2nd, 2023
Bag Of Spiders Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Matt Caliri
When above the high sea in tempest
Surging thunderous cloud swells
The pole star disappears from the sky
The ancient mariner in me loses the bearing.
In dormant senses hope prevails
For the halcyon horizon will rise again
In the sunburst tranquil dawn
Delineate the chromatic shore yonder.
As my footsteps lose the rhythm of certainty
In the tortuous track called life
Leading me toward dismal wilderness
I revive the faith latent within me.
I make to myself an ardent promise
To run a long marathon race
Reach surely the winning position
At the end of the painful pursuit.
When I am lost in the labyrinth of living
Search for the escape route
But find the exit doors close one by one,
I then discover the hidden compass.
I follow the invisible trail of trust
Feel the resurgence of fortitude
For at the end of the tormenting tunnel
I see the light of freedom finally appear.
As the sunshine day fades out fast
The twilight sky falls with depressing dusk
I don’t forget that the sun should sink
To rise with surreal splendor again.
I wait for the heavenly hues to saturate me
And inspire the Phoenix concealed within
To rise from the dust of distress
In the divine dawn of renascence.
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October 27, 2022
Title Chosen : Renascence
Contest : This Or That, Vol 14
Sponsored by : Edward Ibeh