Short Bleak Poems
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Pictures
of summer-
on screen arouse
a daylily dream as
I browse.
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http://www.gooddaylilies.net/
Bleak is the world
That knows no love.
But dead is the world that does.
Though affection, 'tis great,
Some must choose hate
For our lives to become one.
We began as roses and pink carnations
Silk and pearls surrounded us
Settling together on a cloud of joy
But then things turned ugly, and our thorns grew out
Peonies pink the spine of our book no longer
Stiff winds blow
Men pull their collars tight
A hard, chlll drizzle,
knife-sharp razors,
piercing makeshift armor
Against a drab background
Smoke-gray clouds sweep the sky
without making it brighter
alone
wrapped up in deep
melancholy I yearn
for the dark shadows to dissolve…
my doubts
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Cinquain Poetry Contest
Hosted by William Kekaula
Placed 1st
© 4th February 2020
getting into a taxi
I asked the driver
to take me to Bleak Street
not heard of Bleak Street,
he said, but it sounds depressing
run down, uninspiring
desperate
bleak
I got out of the taxi
thanks, I said
how much do I owe you
come
back heart
into arms
that are nonsense
since your departure-
where will I lodge revenge
should I punch the ether out
victimize the ozone layer
what world will be mine in your passing~
as grey as the grave that robbed me reckless
I am so greatly concerned
that I may just get burned
by this raging Corona virus
My home state's in crisis
Illinois, home to 13 million folks
has 19 reported cases; no joke
Sure looks as if we're all gonna die
So, my dear friends ~ Goodbye
A cuttlefish swallowed my house the other day.
He ejected his inky black fluid and we could not get away.
The local newspaper came out and had a heyday.
Interviewing and photographing the monster that you may all say…
Was doing what comes natural in a regular cuttlefish way.
Rather bleak ending to a regular Wednesday.
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I was in grade five when we moved up north to a remote miners' town.
Even my memories are dull. I escaped as soon as I could ~
never looking back
harsh inclement land
nickel left behind
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Bleak Days
cold bleak days of life
may visit in future time
with hardships unknown
bonded as one side by side
warm love will ease our frostbite
© Sandra M. Haight 2015
All Rights Reserved
~4th Place~
Contest: Get Romantic ~ Visual 7
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Judged: 03/06/2015
Syllables checked: 5-7-5-7-7
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October (a bad case of timing)
A bad case of timing
coffee and sleep
pills and nightmares
from the deep
And drowning in my head,
the watermark
a tide of dreams undreamed
lost in the wash
of a shadow silent sea
As morning rises
the dreams that sunk
resurface in golden lines
moving towards me
And back, below the watermark I go
just another bad case of timing
No color,
no warmth from the cold weather,
no charisma,
no freshness,
no love just loneliness,
no cover from the rain,
no drain for the tub,
no food in the cupboards,
no water to drink,
no end to the war,
no cooler for the heat,
no ice to make water colder,
no rivers flowing,
no flowers growing.
All is bleak,
all is dark and crawling.
Bleak that's all.
Red hot desert sand bleak and abandoned,
Dried grass around the caves in the hills,
Digging a hatchet is found the ancestors left behind,
A thick heavy sadness enveloping like a shroud,
Shadows dance by the foreboding hills,
Following the coiled path between trees to a leafy park,
Animals foraging for food in hollow logs,
Lost in time and space yet having sensory fulfillment
Blinded by pain
blanketed by darkness
shrouded in misery
i stare into space
is there an eternity ?
engulfed in emptiness
bleakness consumes me
i reach out for deliverance
but the clutches of my demons
push me in deeper
lost in a maze
i feel life pulsating
in the tears which escape me
in the vapid heartbeat
in the agony flowing through me
i embrace it all
as i lie waiting for
life to seize me.
Form:
A bleak gray mist slowly descends
slays all the color in the land.
Of melancholy it portends.
The slow trickle of hourglass sand
shows seconds turn to endless days
each one a moment of self-doubt
and ever-deepening malaise;
as loathing builds its own redoubt.
The bleak gray mist will darker grow
each time it creeps up to attack;
it was, and will be always so
until there only will be black.
Solid harden black stilled heart
Blood flowing yet spiritually stuck
Tired and exhausted toward the mouth
Cold, miserable distain spewing out
spinning, twirling like a flag on a pole
Dripping, driving like a man on a mission
Repented on the fallen on knees
Solid harden black stilled heart
2/11/2023
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2023
An Octopoem verse poetry
A soul in constant war,
Ever pondering, ever sore.
Fighting battles it cannot flee,
A being trapped in purgatory.
What it longs for, just out of reach,
Peace forever beyond its speech.
Why must the raven find no rest,
Why brief calm, never blessed?
Only to be thrust back in the storm,
To bleakness, a haunting norm.
What curse must it bear alone,
Is there respite for this soul, unknown?
The winds blow bleak and torrential against my face.
I’m told it’s much to bear and my ship will be wrecked.
But, I see the wind and so strengthen my mainbrace
For me the wind has an unexpected effect.
I set my back strong to the wind and filled my sails.
Let it blow how it might, it will take me onward.
Before the brightness of the sun ev’rything pales.
In that valiant hope I set my true course dawnward.
The wind blew and lighting bugs flew
In on a warm summer night undue.
A man mutely sitting on the edge
Of a rocky ledge
Mulls over of days gone by
Like a river gone dry
Knitting the feelings of the unkind
Past in his mind
Giving into sullen sorrow.
Maybe it'll change tomorrow.
Nevermore will time be leaden
With bleakness, but only by death's end.
9/1/2019
C-oal clouds become white,
E-arly eighth February;
L-et Wednesday morning break,
E-ndorsing glowing glory.
S-hadows are left behind,
T-uesday twilight is gone;
E-vening haze has yielded to the light of dawn.
F-ill your heart with warmth,
E-liminating the cold chill;
D-elight is truly brought,
E-levating the thrill.
R-emain firm and steadfast,
E-ven if heavy is the load;
S-tand up and brave the horizon, midst bleak and rough road.
Look at the sky
Full of glamorous stars
Great moon brights complete
They always remind me of you
Your stars will never shine
Cause your moon became bleak
You stole my heart
That heart is here with you
You're stirring around under the sky
Holding my heart in your hands
I know that you look for me
You know, I'm far from you
One day I hope,
I'll come to you, but until then,
Plz keep this reserve impair heart of mine
You're the only one who listens to Imran
Once upon a day
my skies grew threatening, grey.
My life began to crash in a
fractured dismay..
Once upon a night,
another's mind took plight,
so filled with delusion and paranoia's flight..
Once upon weeks after professional help
I'd seek, only to witness the situation grow more bleak.
Once following years after living days in fear,
I took my broken heart, left with only my tears.
Once upon a life, wounded by a knife.
Now I live alone with out uncertainty and strife.