Long Mournings Poems

Medieval Poems



Deor's Lament (Anglo Saxon poem, circa 10th century AD)
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Weland knew the agony of exile.
That indomitable smith was wracked by grief.
He endured countless troubles:
sorrows were his only companions
in his frozen...

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Something strange

and unexplainable comes this way,
this way, it comes to us sly and fast, 
some say, perhaps, 
it has already arrived, 
it walks unseen, in the midst of all, of us 

we go about our...

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10 years

Had happy Mornings...but once in awhile...so do mournings...
Making the most...still sometimes...at a lost...
One moment overjoyed...the next...feeling the void...
Wiping out fears...yet often, can't control the tears...
One day face the world bravely...then later feel weary...
Trying so...

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Joy in mourning
opens this new eye day.

Am I OK?

Healthy?

Compromised
yet survive able
air inhaling
"Death, tonight,
or some tomorrow,
my life's inevitable
closed,
no longer curious,
final answer."

Warm, wet exhaling,
"My moisture, too,
dying to reopen
yet another deep breath 
resurrecting dawn."

Is my heart still beating
safe...

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RAVENOUS ELDRITCH WRATH

The darkening skies in choir of wrath;
The wind brisk banging blows;
The withering of trees;
The falling twirling leaves;
The branches sudden irate tweak and split.

Giving way to the rushing threat of death
Will another candle die...

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EXCERPT (Approximately 30% of Poem)
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"The Wife's Lament" or "The Wife's Complaint" is an Old English/Anglo Saxon poem found in the Exeter Book, which has been dated to 960-990 AD, making it the oldest English poetry anthology. "The Wife's Lament"...

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RAVENOUS ELDRITCH WRATH

The darkening skies in choir of wrath;
The wind brisk banging blows;
The withering of trees;
The falling twirling leaves;
The branches sudden irate tweak and split.

Giving way to the rushing threat of death
Will another candle die...

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Like the moving clouds my life runs,
Not knowing when to stop, saturate and shower,
Carrying the vapours of worry my heart weighs heavy,
Crossing the peak I saturate and cry,
Sometimes I squall, sometimes I bawl,
At times I...

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Liberia bleed in tears 
She bleeds at the ascension of evil sons of the soil to higher offices,
In the name of development
squandering and laundering her wealth 
are but a few causes of her unending hemorrhage...

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Can I allay man's acceptance 
of poverty which was not a dire circumstance before?
On those past days of summer the stale from bread crumbs fell 
onto the lidless eyes of each child, woman on the...

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What the hell have I 
...but hands full of dust
From beneath that dead tree without shelter nor brush
Upon this desolate land without shadow or shade
Where the earth has been scorched and it's skin is decayed
Those...

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Sunrise eats the nights heartache

Mournings are the music of my soul

Failing big by what was a stake

Dying every day by loves toll

I'm just dwelling on a prayer
Alone again broken from the part
Drifting from a dream...

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Clods of blood,
Backs of sweats,
Echoes of mournings,
Fountains of tears,
Alters of sacrifices
traded for the freedom
we inherit today.

There were days when
our forth parents have to
struggle across the atlantic 
ocean oppress by transatlantic 
devotion
with ships of slaves on...

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Let's speak of numbers.
I’m a Kenyan 2.0,
With an ID to prove.
I own the code—254,
Been here since I was 0.

Gen Z did awaken,
Learning the art in math—
The topic on tax,
And the story of Zakayo.

Gen Z did...

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Why Christmas Day when He seems so far away?
Why fain rejoicing when really there is nothing to say?

Why do Christmas with all it's tradition and more,
When in a few days it shall transition to as...

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Little sorrows in life today may piss your mind
but life is not complete without little pains
what is the use of acheiving the costly treasures
if you dont know the value and cost of workmanship...

Times may come...

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Reflecting its neighbourhood,
The lake water shone yellow.
Resembling a synchronisation of saturation 
With the setting sun.
Seizing green colour of the grasses 
The sun painted them gold.

Engrossed gazing pines dance spectacularly,
Only awakened with sparrows' chirps,
And Robins' melodious...

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Monday Mourning’s

I woke up one Monday morning
And now I wish I stayed in bed
Because I was kind of crabby
And I regret the things I said
I’m really not quite sure
What I even said that day
But I...

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Love is beautiful, it brings perfection
Perfection sprouting from two human beings
Two human beings who then transcend mutually
Transcend mutually until they become unique

Feelings can be deadly wild like a stallion
Like a stallion who is exploding all...

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Free as the independent  woman that raised us 
Don’t believe in every story 
Allegories & fables
Fast for mournings ,Now I’m unplugged from the matrix 
I once seen great things come to me When I’m...

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It's the ghost
That lost himself in the pain
Who doesn't see himself as being dead
Showing a gullible smile
In a rotted mouth?

That exaggerates the gestures
Who fled
Slid from highs
Suffered silently, bled,
Tasted the salt of bitterness,
Felt a knot in...

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i have taken
your spirit soaked in poverty
blessed are knocking on the doors
you rain on me
i have borrowed
your mournings and its comforts
we lie on the sand singing
i have pledged your
meekness to inherit the dancing earth
we dance...

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Lace hankie tucked inside her jacket sleeve
Hard candy filled the tin beside Mom’s purse
Gray mournings, nature’s gifts for those who grieve
At times when it seems nothing could be worse

So many dresses filled her closet space
And...

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