Short Disconsolate Poems
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nuggets of
wisdom
mined
from
the
crucible
of the
misshapen
slumped figure
in
the
disconsolate
wheelchair
Under "white swan" chords,
disconsolate sailor cries,
copious salt tears ...!
Ps, white swan, official anthem of
Brazil's navy
Desultory winds
chimera in throes of doubt
effusive, disconsolate
-clanging in hills stout-
Ductile mind bends sound.
virtuoso of the void—
sweet, zoetic, browned
ghosts …
of Christmases past
wander through this disconsolate house
weary but hearty hearts that once
thrummed, eager and one
their echoes …
soft-whispering me of what’s
imperfectly precious
then …
and now.
Haiku
September drizzle
Sombre green olive trees weep
Dripping foliage
Haiku
Sighing plethora
Rain on a Sunday afternoon
Heavenly peace for some
Haiku
To be obsessed
With a gal who rejects you
October deluge
Haiku
Disconsolate leaves
On manicured lawn of opulence
Golden oaks lament
Seething pain it causes
Indelible marks of questions
unanswered
Lacerations of separation and
loneliness
Emanating from endless questions of
‘why’ and ‘how’
Nights and days are rendered
disconsolate
Coupled with despondence, depression
and melancholy
Endurance is but, all that the
affected has…….
The weeping strains
of forlorn love
s c a t t e r e d
along the highway
of my disconsolate life
drowned by
incessant
overpowering
noise...
Will she hear
a single note?
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"Broken-hearted Poems"
contest by Broken Wings
Placed 4th
© 13th October 2017
Displays deepest mind
And a resolute that endeavor
Yet memories were treacherous and sere
Sound of silence startled ear
Disconsolate linger chasten'd more fair
Eclipsing taunting the innocent air
Pale rigid faces leave hollow empty traces
Retrace chains endure
Inspite of time revealed
Vague imprinted dreams
Eternal fame of rushing wings
Dispossess on the waters, cease
When there is no hope in soul,
When someone’s not really close,
When your heart is disconsolate, -
Life is looking like a morass.
Only golden water lilies -
There you will find - illusions.
Silly dreams unable to save you, -
Stem is fragile, weak as usual..
When the all strengths are exhausted,
Kind foe, - that is well known, -
shows up to pull you out ...
Wouldn't be better if he'd got late..
Cherokee Travelers' Blessing
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
I will extract the thorns from your feet.
For yet a little while, we will walk life's sunlit paths together.
I will love you like my own brother, my own blood.
When you are disconsolate, I will wipe the tears from your eyes.
And when you are too sad to live, I will put your aching heart to rest.
Originally published by Better Than Starbucks
Weep not disconsolate souls,
this grief is His design,
to save the innocent seed which He gave,
rest from your anguish and pain,
The Loss is no Loss,
their souls is safe in heaven,
in the arm of Him who gave,
the maker of their soul,
be content with this truth,
they are counted among angels,
and your seed is chosen too,
to escape the troubles of life,
and rest before the King.
weep not disconsolate souls ,
Your loss is God's new Angel.
disconsolate flow of cascading woe
resonates in my aura-
for I am despondent
implicated in melancholic fears;
visceral scars, my zenith-
apathetic spirit
mediocre ways of my days somber,
feeding the grimace pain wears-
undercurrent echoes
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(howmanysyllables.com)
Date - November 6, 2019
Chosen theme - Undercurrent of Melancholy
Sponsor - Edward Ibeh
In the middle of a crossroad,
With weary eyes, she stood
Puzzled, unable to choose
Faults, she doesn't know whose
Vivid memories burning her eyes
Glimmer’s gone, replaced by lies
She began to question herself
"Which way should I go?"
Devoid of sanity, disconsolate,
Dejected from numerous regrets
Should she turn left, where nothing's right
Or choose the right path, with no more left?
A moment of silence passed, still immobile
Perplexed, she just stood still.
Flowers greet the morning sun
Adorning where you sleep,
Yet I cannot bear their beauty
For the hurt, it lies too deep.
Winter days 'midst bitter cold
More reflect my mood,
I seek no warmth or comfort
Oh grant me solitude.
I do not wish to see the world
Begone with trifling things,
Just leave me be, disconsolate
To bear what sorrow brings.
Entry for
YOUR CHOICE(6),any form,
Any theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand.
11/6/2019. Placed 3rd.
Color is what I use to define you and me
Restless desire for contentment is impossible
Discord. Dejection show through us. Discrimination is unjust.
Choir of people everywhere, tired of the run.
Getting knocked down but having the audacity to get back up and stand for what's right.
Voices unheard.
Traggic losses.
Violence continous.
Disconsolate is present.
Color stricken is what so many have learned.
The time is now to change this repetition.
Discriminarion still exists.