Short Forlorn Poems

Short Forlorn Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Forlorn by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Forlorn by length and keyword.


The Wind Whispers Peace To Me

gentle air passes
caressing my forlorn face
with magic fingers
my cripple hope gets a boost
the wind whispers peace to me
Form: Tanka


Premium Member Alone

Alone In the darkness Seeking to find someone Stumbling, searching, groping for help Forlorn
Form: Cinquain

Agony of Riches

The ultimate indulgence…
blind acceptance

All standards rescinded
—all judgment forlorn

(Dreamsleep: October, 2019)

Valentine Memory Contest

Waited ages for
You to come, in emerald fields,
A forlorn rose wilts.


By: Sabina
written: 1-30-12
contest: valentine memory
Form: Haiku

Premium Member Cat Scratch Fever


hand black and blue
mirror of early morn sky
cat forlorn and sad
over human damage done


5/12/2019
10am PST

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Spring

Spring

One perfect forlorn last snowflake
To lemon drop tulip flies
Sleep dormant to blossom life
To waking kiss and ready sighs
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member my forlorn dog

Forlorn look on my happy dog
Came back sad from the neighbor’s bog
No idea what happened there
But he is sad, and it’s not fair
dog
Form: Rhyme

A Pulling Abyss

At a cliff, hanging,
My grip starts going unwind,
Making me fall deep...
A bereaved forlorn abyss,
Comes pulling us to our death...
Form: Tanka

Cinquain-02

Kingship
is- hands of blood,
sparkling of fired law,
dead life in bread of forlorn beach 
for land!

-September 12, 2018 Chattogram
Form: Cinquain

Premium Member Forlorn

fistful of time flew
 yet deep sorrow keeps weighing
         his heavy heart down


Date written: 09/08/2019
Form: Senryu

At the Movies

Let's grab some popcorn, And watch a silent movie, Hide snacks in warm hoodies, And forget the memories forlorn.
© Julia Ho  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Tree

The tree shuttered in the cold
It had to be so darn bold
It lost the leaves that adorned
Naked, now forlorn



by Phyllis Babcock
20/02/121
Form: Dodoitsu

Premium Member Origami Boat

Forlorn love letter Posted by crestfallen heart Paper full of pain Origami crafted boat Battled turbulent water.
Form: Tanka

A Snowy Day In March

A snowy day in March
And through the grey silenced day
the whispers of birds

Forlorn in the eyes of man
Fantasy of a progressing spring
Form: Tanka

Premium Member Wrecked Ships Tableau

Rusty carcasses,
forsaken by time,
battered by wind, waves.
Once useful and proud,
now broken, forlorn.
The tales they could tell.

#1
Form: Verse

Premium Member Falling Leaves



golden leaves drifting
trees whisper in the wind
forlorn reveries-
trees once wearing stained glass hues
hold a few golden children
Form: Tanka

Merry Christmas

A little child,
A shining star.
A stable rude,
The door ajar.
Yet in that place,
So crude, forlorn.
The hope of all,
The world was born.
Form: Rhyme

Timeless

Timeless
suspended in time hourglass broken and forlorn - past, present, future
06-01-2014
Form: Senryu

forlorn is not the state of flora

a flower's momentum
never interrupts the observer 
both exist in prolonged beauty

only the distracted and distant
note disruption of decay
© Jin-ju Ye  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Men really are from Mars

he warns he's not a mind reader
as the wiles of my silent treatment
fall by the wayside wasted and utterly forlorn 


AP: 2nd place 2025

The Forlorn

You desert me too
Who in this unkind world of
 Self-seekers cares to
Hold the shaking hands of
A tormented, forlorn soul

Sintra 21-01-2015
Form: Tanka

Premium Member Grandma's House

From every side rise 
forlorn cries, hovels ghastly
plunged in darkness deep...
The winding way to grandma's house
s a secret he'll long keep
Form: Tanka

Your Whereabouts

Capacities stand with stature and interests run free
But the mind is bedazzled and confused, forlorn  
Is your whereabouts not your own concern?

3am

The clock always reads 3 in the morn
at least that's how it seems
stuck on a time forlorn
granting all but sweet dreams
while the solemn moon gleams
Form: Cinquain

No More

henceforth be known
all men are weasels
and carry their pride
forlorn and inept
yet waxing with sand

hear the bell – satan
your parcel retrieve
no more

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