Short Forlornness Poems

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


Eagle Fly

Eagle's trip of forlornness 
Starts off lofty 
As it spreads 
Its forceful wings 
And ascends 
On the breezes 
That bring the tempest


Distant 'Soulmates' -who still meet in dreams

"Be it more clearer implied here
Of soul, what is bonded
No closer are we
In reality".

Never a romancer's complaint
With such forlornness shed.
Cannot bring dream wife
Into waking life.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Alone In A Crowd

Around him is a multitude
of people who appear to be
with partners, friends or family.
Excited smiles display their mood.
He drifts along, solitary.
Among that throng, a ghost is he
whose dead wife’s face he can’t unsee.
Forlornness he cannot bury.
Form: Other

Premium Member Away

time is ticking - if I listen closely I can hear it; in the distance a horn's mournful notes have begun to play - forlornness wafting to my ear cannot drown what I fear. . . sweet life t r i c k l i n g . . . . . a w a y For Line Gauthier's Bite Size Poem no.44 Poetry Contest

Numbers of love

A night slipped away, 
one wept to sleep, one had bunches to dream. 
A couple of lines the poet wrote, 
nothing that the muse saw. 
Three simple words kept the lovelorn up, 
four texts sent for a clueless hope. 

If love has numbed five senses, 
then the sixth one will be gifted. 
The seven deadly sins, hunger for love could be all.
The ninth day of forlornness ate the soul up,
isn’t it already a punishment? 
Perhaps the love in October was forever a torment.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Acid Tears

Shadowed by feelings of dread, self-doubt, belittles self-worth. Rejection and forlornness have traumatized you since birth. Loneliness fuels the pain of a future fraught with fear. And that overwhelming weight crushes with a single tear. Eroded by acid tears, hope exists only in dreams. And fantasy's illusion cannot stifle silent screams. Craving eternal relief, you hope that death is the end. Forever sounds frightening when you've never known a friend.
Form: Quatrain

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