Sorrow Sestina Poems

Qoheleth
      
The now generation passes away; one enters
All the while, the Earth doth abideth forever.
The Sun comes up, the Sun...

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What is wealth without happiness?
Mansions that allow them to sleep in different rooms,
Expensive cars that allow them not to travel together,
Chef meals that allow them...

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Through this barren land I wander,
Down the hills of yonder I fall,
Skies wide hiding treasure
Cast shadows toward the open,
Cleansing my heart 
With power to revive.

Toeing...

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Long ago, before she was ever hunted by the beast,
She had only drank from the cool river of freedom.
One fateful day it happened; she was...

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She played with pride and vanity in the mirror
with crimson rouge she painted a mask.
No tear would fall, for she forsook weeping,
because in her mind...

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Enough Angelina, drop the bouquet of harebells.  
The flowers wilt as your graying hands stiffen. See, how grave
is our newborn son. We gift him...

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Dim light shines through the widows of the old house
long since empty, where only dust dances in the air
and a lone mouse scurries across its...

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I live in an old forgotten castle,
Engulfed in a vast blanket of shadow,
Where without reason, there rustles the leaves
Evermore by the cold clandestine wind.
In the...

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Sometimes I wish that I would die
Or destroy my emotions so I don’t feel
Especially when I’m being choked by pain

Nobody loves me; they’re laughing at...

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A light bulb screwed in, then turn on switch witch.
We all can learn from experience.
But you can also experience what you learn.
Time and again learning...

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Sorrowful and lonely lover,
glance over the weeping roses that
the April' rain lulls to despair;
pick them from the garden, where we made love;
O sweetest and most...

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Mary was the poetess
who loved handsome Franco, 
the tall Neapolitan orchestra leader;
and in Naples they met:
at The Galleria Umberto,
under the surveillance of my father... ...

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Every boy has his toys,
and each girl her dolls;
and as they grow they are put away where light can't enter:
there in that closet, which often...

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Materialistic things fulfill us temporarily...trifling with our emotions, 
but their shallowness is discerned with bitterness:
when they can't save a life even with invoked mercy so...

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These verses breath life as I weep,
thinking of the shortness of the earthly life;
and they can eternally live, in ageless time,
on the lips of common...

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