Morose Poems - Poems about Morose

Unpredictable and volatile-- morose and quiet one moment, he is laughing heartily just after a while at whatever excited his mirth, his high thin loud laugh strange from a person with a grave mien. He would often be in deep thought, as if engaged in contemplation of a philosophical question. You’d think he is not given to humor, but know him well and...

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she resigned herself to feeling morose macabre and melancholy determined to be miserable, was our cousin, Miss Harriet Holly. Focusing on wretched negativity, and all things bad. Tossing good things out of her schemata said my friend Tad. Determined to be solemn, depressed, angry, alone and sad. It was a keen observation from the self-absorbed Tad....

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It’s like being hit by a meteor Where there’s no tomorrow It is like doomsday, really Where everything is ugly And absolutely nothing is pretty I just received the bad news That my sister-in-law had died Suddenly and extemporaneously Without being sick tremendously I just received the sad news That my brother-in-law had died Accidentally and haphazardly After being hit forcefully in the head He must have suffered...

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Not everybody is having a safe and joyous Noël Not all are enjoying a holy and holly jolly Christmas Many people find themselves living in pure Hell In countless countries, civilians are apprehended en masse They are under sporadic and constant bombardments Brigands violate the rules and the Ten Commandments. Many people find themselves living in pure Hell They are under sporadic...

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It has been raining everyday The wet autumnal wind is here And Mommy Maine just left us today Peacefully. She just expired, dear This Ebony Queen was a century plus six years young Mommy Maine never got old. Beautiful and classy like a song I was with her, in Houston, when her first beloved son Our friend Yvon, had passed less...

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Erroneous mirror scatters his face Mills his skin into thin porous powder Muck which gets stuck under tongue in a paste Mouth stuffed with rubble cement rancid sour ...

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Mine of mind Morose of mope Flailing through The torrent Beside but never near Perched upon Window's ledge Splintered soul...

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This silly man needs some cheering up Really don't get it, the sun's my pick-me-up Things are in tune Born with a silver spoon Then why am I carrying such a grudge...

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It’s time to put aside my pen and pout awhile. Forty years of dreams squashed like a beer can under the wheel of a wild vintage car. It’s time to sulk, to bathe myself in self-hatred. Brooding on my past failures to create, a box I created and can’t escape. Let the gloom of the night roll slowly over me. Showing the...

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It is impossible, your morose self says. Do not try it. You will fail. Your joyful self laughs at morose's silliness. We can! She says. We do! We will! Let's start this second. But wait, sad sack morose self says. Do I not get a say? You already did, joyful self reminds him. Usurping him in every way. Thank God!...

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Appears To Be Morose Trump appears to be morose Disgruntled and is really grouse A real chip off the block That ended up being a crock And has often been bellicose. Every path he is on always leads to another war. Jim Horn...

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locked in cages for study and further experiments ...

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The power of life’s morose destiny Written with definite pain Certain bane interest Russell Sivey...

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