Long Forlorn hope Poems

Of Treasures Sought, Diving For Forbidden Dark Pearls

I shall weave you, dear reader, words true and sincere
tho' will not be as great as those woven by poetic peers
It's truth from a life long-lived, too fast...

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FORLORN HOPE 

I accepted it was a forlorn hope; however, I still had a little hope
that I kept wishing my mother would give me the answers why
she treated me differently, why she criticized, judged, said...

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II.
But the Hrethwite mob was ready for blood,
and threw ropes up on the city walls,
in their rage they meant to take it by storm
which was not that smart an idea at all.

They had no ladders,...

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A young lady and her handsome husband,                       have the world by the tail.                      ...

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A Bourbon Love
Through a glass of bourbon he found her.
Her eyes, Flaming Blue, hiding a glance of Heaven.
Her hair golden like the reflection of an English buttercup, 
Open to the flirtations of the sun.

Her lips...

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Powerfully displayed in a coat
Of brilliant crimson, alive
With flaming wings dancing in a dewy
Glimmer of morning sunlight
Washing the dawn with a vivid
Flash or color so animated
It breathes joy into the start
Of this new day, this...

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PANDEMIC

          Covid- Nineteen demanding quarantine of mass populace
          no less, but to face stagnant standstill static state...

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Though joyousness impaled,
albeit skewered over poker hot coals
courtesy roaring fiery
molten psychological magma
kindling sparks incinerate
nonetheless inchoate coalescence

asserts, damned feeble endeavor
fostering, glomming, harking
futile hellbent fixation manifests
imperceptible yearning inclination
atavistic aspiration toward archangel
fleetingly overrides pathos

prevalent within pathetic psyche
regarding mental...

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MY skies are turning grey, there's silence in the air..
    The clouds are weighing heavy, especially in my eyes...
    My days are passing quickly by, the years have almost...

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Swing Alone

As I look out upon the sea of green, shielding my eyes from the sun’s reflection off the lake 
A soft breeze moves, pushing your swing gently to and fro
The old swing, a silent...

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Sitting on the cusp of dusk and evening
Placidly he ruminates where life has been 
When she still believed in vibrant springs
And exulted dawning of purple mornings
Echoing exuberance of seasons’ calling
Fragile, yet colorful, as autumnal leaves
Delicate,...

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Isn't it annoying to hope and never be truly cherry?
Do you recognize you were the lone soldier to run away?
When I reach the risky level, I had the right to shoot away.
 Is there any...

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Loneliness Won’t Ever Leave Us Alone

Loneliness strikes at the very heart of what compels us
as human beings as we seek love and hope in this life.

The magic majesty of life is, at once, all-encompassing, 
yet...

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The Face of Hope

The face of hope never masquerades in forlorn visages
Towering above spiraling pits in the dark midnight of essence
Breaks disingenuous chains of nightmare’s clutches
In bleak mansions of the dark moon to warm their...

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i stand here
this dismal day
beneath the hues
of ashen skies
looking at these trees
still as bare as i
in emotions

i wonder 
if their roots
are as twisted
as mine
beneath
their earthen grave

do they thirst
for hope
forlorn
on the wings
of time

do they feel
the cold...

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In the wilderness of wasteland
my hope turned into a desolate bird, 
it grew the wings of soaring desire, 
and flew out in the air of yearning 
to reach the vanishing rainbow, 
the evening sun made...

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The Hiker
                           Frank Halliwell

At last the weekend has arrived
And...

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When I face utter discouragement and deep despair,
I know that when I appeal to God in thankful prayer,
He'll set aside some time to hear my fervent plea,
Because I think He is rather fond of even...

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Locking up the chambers in the heart. Lost. Rain and tears. Hurtful memories. Joyful memories making me cry. Focusing on sorrow. Trying to be bad. Failing. Frustration.  Loneliness. A quiet place. A sad song....

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Workers in the rice fields,
Labourers on agrarian land,
They move in rows and columns,
They work assiduously until they are spent,
Until twilight wears its garment over the region.

It's the golden season, 
The season that precedes the dry,
It’s...

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Unforgetable was that platform of passion
where I rendered with hope my inaugural duet.
A sheer emotion, our matchless mission
as we rocked the stage in pure pirouette.

All looked like a poem, an ode to the future.
Alas I...

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              Forlorn and lost,
        I hang my head like a dying flower;
   ...

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*Image of Tennyson Cross, Isle of Wight provided by Pixabay.

Forlorn Hope
Poetic Form: Sonnet

Divined amassed, thinly advance their scope
bloodlines warrant one soul's intended quest
persuades enhanced history, constants hope
pastoral guides sculptors essence is blessed

Readiness spurs insights, smoothing...

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STILL SOLITUDE 
                                ...

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Death led me to forlorn hope’s drain
along separation terrain
toward destitute-anguish plane
bereft of home anchor and brain… 

Once overwhelmed with grievous pain*
my afflicted heart did complain
questioning God I knew was vain
as my Dad struggled for breath’s...

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