Short Bleakest Poems

the worn-out jerseys
    those mud-smeared pants
  visions of brightest glory 
    ~ heaps of bleakest misery

  yet hope springs eternal
    in the human breast
  next season begins anew 
    the coveted championship quest...

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May you have wings to delight in lands feared by men
and eyes cut finer than a diamond

Curiosity that remains forever fierce and young
A spirit humble, relentless and strong

and on the bleakest

heart-breaking winter nights

always find
a welcome home
in a freshly warm
mound of dung...

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In the bleakest corners of Hell-Town
    midst playgrounds littered with glass
  Disfigured weeds stretch to the sky
    and no one's seen a blade of grass

  Where junkies openly ply their trade
    and cheap beer flows like lemonade
  A tiny woman, sure a saint, paints a rainbow
    ~ Wide-eyed children, the colors of hope...

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However, there is some hope for the future.
The bleakest dreams will become clearer. 
Restore their vitality by breathing in booster
Resurrect them from the hidden casket locker.
Pushing boundaries is never too late, boomer.
Surely the pendulum will swing in your favor.



Written: September 18, 2021...

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dark stares
from forgotten faces
walking paths in a city, vast
of iron and glass 
under a burning sky a light
the forgotten legions of man 
ragged and cold indifferent races
huddle around trashcan fires
that litter the bleakest of cities
eyes indifferent conspire
footfalls of something taking flight
like stars falling 
in the deepest night...

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Find me then awake in showered gleam
even midst the dim of bleakest night.
Where love clings to curves of falling stars,
deep in wishes gazed with eager eyes.
Find me then unmoored by setting sun,
gently blooming with a jasmine moon
searching for the softest song in you.
Lost in melodic light, find me then.


Written 6/11/20 for Nette Onclaud's
Repeat the Phrase Contest...

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To lounge beneath a passing star
      Where unfulfilled dreams wane, afar
         No fog or glow cleansing these tears
     As grief, in harsh shadow   appears
   Entombing bleakest thoughts, I sink--
This agony… my poisoned drink.





' No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.' ~ C.S.Lewis

8/30/2019
Writing Challenge 3, August 2019 - Six Lines
Sponsor, Dear Heart- Wiishkobi Ode...

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In the darkest room
In the bleakest corner
There I lay
Lash wounds across my skin
Dried blood upon my lips
A whimper strangles my throat
And you stand at the doorway
With menace in your eyes
And hatred in your heart
But somehow
Deep inside me
I love you
And when the sun kisses my skin
I hope in a moment of clarity
You see me in a new light
A human born
Just like you


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If in the bleakest hour,
Wnen skies grow dark and life dreary,
The heart heavy and the soul weary;
If I can make the day shine brighter,
And in turn deem life's burden lighter,
Then God grant me the power.

If in all that while,
Some word of  mine can dispel the sorrow,
And bring forth hope for each tomorrow;
Then I will know by  some small measure,
My faith in God, life's one sure treasure.
Only then can I smile....

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Silent stars reflect summer’s praise
In hues of gold, moon’s glowing grace
Radiant lights, shimmering rays
Quiet flowing down to embrace
Laughter dancing
Hearts romancing

Glimmering whispers of God’s breath
Ringing freedom from bleakest night
In the milky sky, loosed from death
Reflections of joy pour out bright
Music playing
Love is praying




Posie Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
June 11, 2022
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Let us take you up then
Where litanies of darkness mount the sun
Rest us on the magic night, bleakest evil oars
Arid pair of sleepy rebels float, limbs and root
Pretending what we are, reversed dreams of fields
Open as the window that is life, or so it seems
Hear the whish of mindful trees and zombie bark
Let us take you down, in dionysian diction 
Where reality fluffs it’s cranberry tendrils 
Where “real” is just a latin undulation of noise...

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M-y heart's one and only queen 
A-llows herself to be my bride;  
I-n spite of the darkest days, true feelings she cannot hide.

L-et me gently hug her with my loving arms, 
E-mbracing her with the touch so sweet; 
E-ndless love dwells in our kingdom, 
N-ever will it tangle in our sheet.

D-espite the bleakest horizon
I-t's her faith seeing the beautiful scene;   
E-xpecting the crown in the journey's end, 
Z-eal strengthens my one and only queen....

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Death Of Mother:

she tucked you in at night - the nightingale,
soothed your forehead with her palm
and there her song presides.

Death Of Child:

your tears squeezed out from bleakest thunderheads
flooding the whole dam-ocean
— a friend to hold you tight.

Death Of Husband

muscular arms unwound like octopus
head aches of inky blackness
— angels tender your veil

7/10/2018

Merriam-Webster:
Tender - to regard or treat with tenderness...

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O sweet white bloom blushing through snow,
You gently kiss the north winds as they pass,
Whispering to winter ‘it’s time to go’,
From your bluey-green leaves like blades of grass,
Sweet drooping bells that mark the seasons flow.

A tiny flower sets the world alight,
And fills a wintered heart with deepest joy,
New life from bleakest days and long icy nights,
Through woods and fields, her bloom Brigid’s envoi,
As spring returns into our mortal sight.





Form: Sicilian Quintains...

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