How steady the merciless raindrop falls,
Could they be the fragments of my soul?
Wept from the mournful clouds, my mind.
Watering the diseased flowers, my body.
Yet my heart lingers, in the void of life,
No passenger walking by the sidewalk,
Can ease the fractured throne of love,
No love for life, no life for hope, no beats,
Why should a man overdo his stay?
In twilight's hollow, where shadows play,
I find myself lost, in a heart's gray day.
A soul once afire, with love's pure flame,
Now flickers faintly, in loneliness's cold frame.
In secret gardens, where memories reside,
Our laughter echoes, a haunting, mournful tide.
The ghosts of our whispers, the shadows of our past,
Torment my waking, and forever will last.
Like autumn's leaves, our love withered away,
Leaving me to wander, in a desolate gray.
No warmth of your touch, no gentle summer breeze,
Only the echoes of what we used to be.
In this limbo, I search for a way to escape,
From the prison of longing, the weight of heartache.
But like a migratory bird, lost in endless skies,
I'm left to navigate, the dark and lonely sighs.
So here I'll remain, suspended in time,
A heart forever trapped, between love and loneliness's chime.
Hey- what'll you do if you're left alone,
and it's not all, on a hot and dry land
Where nobody is nix known?
Listen to a camel's heart-
Camel, storing all its strength in its hump,
and looking very-very smart.
Camel resists in desert's dirt,
Can you think how much he envied?
He's often called the 'ship of desert':
This is because of their
Ability to navigate the harsh desert
which sounds awful and mournful
But never mind, it's all desert's scramble,
So hats off to camel uncle!
My mournful violin, a wooden soul,
Beneath my fingers, tales unfold.
Each string a tear, a silent plea,
For joys departed, lost to me.
The bow, a phantom hand that sweeps,
Across the wood, where sorrow sleeps.
A haunting melody, a whispered sigh,
Echoes of love, now past and gone, they fly.
The music weeps, a mournful strain,
Reflected grief, an endless pain.
Each note a chord, a broken heart,
A bittersweet ache, tearing me apart.
My violin, a solace and a curse,
Woven with memories, I hold them close, rehearse.
The echoes linger, in the fading light,
Of love's departing, in the starless night.
Everything that time or tide may tell
a silver birch rise in an azure sky
Moonbeam with its wrinkles and dry mouth
captivated by the mournful music
The perception of something eternal
is in itself a utopia -
but an encouragement on a cloudy day
Don't tear up the roots or retouch the story
An eternal escape as the waves
Morals and principles despite the prize
The traces of a heart that sought balm
will be buried in the underworld forever
17.03.2023
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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- 'M' Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
1st place in the contest
Caught up in a mournful and jumbled montage
It's an exhausting malicious barrage
Just shards of a sordid side show collage
Our sweet smiles are transparent camouflage
For your aching ego there's no massage
So now park it in a soundproof garage
And join your noble leader's entourage
Chant blue, red or purple, just pay homage
We will be great again in this mirage
11/6/22
Monomixrhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Hilo Poet
64 words
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Queen Elizabeth the Second passed
leaving the World in a mournful state.
How can this be--one who's so steadfast.
She tempered Britain's every fate.
Barely a bride on her honeymoon,
she learned her father, the King, had died.
Her life changed, becoming Queen so soon,
honeymoon left, that life set aside.
For seventy years, she was the Queen,
and a sister, daughter, mum, and wife.
Amazing what this lady would mean
to post-war Britain's foothold on life.
She guided with her feminine hands
never shirked her nation's duty call.
Tiny monarch ruling many lands.
She rose to be one-hundred feet tall!
September 8, 2022
Why am I sad
Saddy-sad-sad
Saddy-sad, saddy-sad
Saddy-sad-sad.
Why is life bad
Maddy-sad-bad
Maddy-sad, maddy-sad
Maddy-sad-bad.
As I lie amongst wildflowers
beneath the butterfly weeds,
you pondered, through my mind
as you often do,
delicately fragile
essence bursting free
eccentric, dazzling colours
deteriorating, slight physique ~
weakening petals withered
mournful harps serenade,
sensing your soul has departed
in sorrow, I feel your peace
as I lie amongst wildflowers,
beneath the butterfly weeds
you pondered through my heart
as you often do
A tribute to Emmalene Benson, forever beautiful. RIP
Blast, the Word will never last
A moment all before the General passed
But one command remains, down a path
Without a hope of resolution
On the ground, they know the truth
Sleight of hand, a wicked fragment
Flies around his mournful cries
All dismayed no Mother will arrive
Stiff and still, you call it progress
Unlearned repeats this tragedy
Truly, nothing left to gain
Dark clouds that threaten yet more rain-
will we ever see the sun again?
distant sounds- a crack of thunder
my day's plans are now asunder.
At last a clear sky to end this day-
mournful grey skies sent away
gusty winds so strong and forceful
pushed away a day so awful.
Birds now sing their evening song-
night time stars and a moon that's strong
sit by a fire and toast my feet
whatever the weather life still feels sweet.
Life is fleeting for some
longevity comes to a few
we pray we die from old age
not as children, attending our schools
People ran down, in the streets
while others are shot, in our stores
nightclubs, theaters and parks
nowhere is safe, anymore
Moments turn into hours
not knowing, is worst of it all
as they read the names of the victims
on their knees, the mournful did fall
Wrathful tears ripen shame
and sows conscience-stricken seeds of self-loathing.
Scourged by the storm’s desolate dirge
this flimsy canopy offers no protection
as the wind-driven rain rides roughshod over me.
Susan Ashley
April 9, 2019
father does not see my mournful sad tears,
that fall on his mossy stone ...
oh, my broken heart bleeds
_______________________________
February 28, 2015
Poetry/Kimo/mournful tears
Copyright Protected, ID 02-1109-542-28
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
Why have you disappeared?
It's like all of my limbs have been sheared.
The world has now fallen away
And I let out a pitiful bay
The pain is like no other
And my mind threatens to smother
The world moves on without delay
As if you were not mislaid today
Many move on without a second thought
While I am fraught and distraught
I am nothing but a mourning dove
And I wish to be with you, my love
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