Short Bewailing Poems
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A
sexy
blonde bombshell
fresh and footloose
notoriously
enticing, ensnaring
dragged me by my nose-ring
bewailing, bemoaning made me
walk down the aisle towards the altar
intentionally intimidating.
Wind swifts across the leaves that fall in the arid ground
Rain drops falls from the sky as bewailing your demise
Dark clouds gloom the firmament evoking a somber air
A red flower bud blooms as a great promise of a new life
Nayda Ivette
12-12-2015
Apologize to God
And make your atonement
Be ashamed
And contrite
Be so deeply sorry
Bewailing your discretion
Feeling all the remorse
In deploring your sins
Relent these acts
And reproach yourself
Seeing the error of your ways
So filled with sorrow
Have many qualms
As you lament these deeds
Feel every regret
And begin to reform
crying can give some relief
to a heart filled with grief
moaning and tears ease the pain
in our souls where sorrows are lain
mourning is sharing
in pain with the loss
weeping with tears
at boundaries we cannot cross
bewailing torment
the ultimate cost
agonys foul measure
for countless sins
newly remembered
nothing to place inside the void
no gold or silver could bring joy
humbled and broken
we beseech God
help us on this bitter
road we trod
Form:
De Mask of Tomorrow
ìbòjú ?la
Fiddling with the freckle petals
revealed a hidden grin
with frightful fangs
dripping off hateful bile
we ponder about tomorrow
waiting to pounce
with vengeful anger
on each sorrowful souls
gorged on all sides
by constant burdens
he was meant to stumble
bewailing his flustered solace
with his bending wills
he was meant to fumble
with the clouds
dropping its curtains
he was meant to fail
Dust laden window grilles,
Lime scales on the shower door.
Detritus below the fragmented doors,
Commiserating the saudade and furor.
Blackened cushions besmirched with dirt,
dusty sheath peeping thru sleek curtain pleats.
Scalloped valance swaying and bewailing in silent grief.
Scattered around are the pages of the brief.
Culaccino marks on the table,
Shriveled up and dried plants silently standing in a row,
A zestful soiree, which took away all the glow long ago!