Short Forsook Poems

February nights 
Cold and lonely without you
Cupid forsook me

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Suffer most, who have more
Subtle beguiled
For each soft-eyed animal
Woman and child.

By hand, word, unfeeling.
Even a look.
Whose helpless needs, touch God's heart
By man forsook....

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the grey outlook,
bleak sombre forsook,
awful, subtle, painful part,
rose of grey, on a thorny day,
me brains locked up in park.:)
 
thank you,
 
Russells "Grey Roses"  made me do it.

Don...

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It is a law
Observed even by God
Never interrupt the fisherman
Counting strikes on the tip of his rod

And heed this advice
Lest thou face be forsook
Never stand behind the fisherman
As he sets the hook...

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The lovely life I have so far lived
..Is a result of my cry at Calvary’s cross;
I was once getting the glorious God grieved
Until I left the luggage of lies and loss,
And forsook the Devil’s deceitful dross....

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A katydid stopped at my door.
Wedge of green gossamer
But something more.

I angled to get a closer look.
Intrusive I fear was I.
He quickly me forsook.

Off to call at another door
Winged wisp of wonder
On a neighborly autumn tour....

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The Waning of Tides of Love

Like the ebb
and flow
of tides
to thirsty shores,
so surreal
were the ups and downs
of our love;
then at yesterday’s
sunset,
the moon
forsook us
and with lost gravity,
the thirsty tides
of our love
waned away:
lost at sea
to return no more....

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Impaled embers forsook
damp crevices elongated 
wide orifices inhale poised 
pain wrapped in prideful
Splendor.

Sprint gallantly, reform
denying absorbed death
exhaling hope anew
evermore proved extreme
Brillance.

Spread wide softly,
overtake righteous screams
whisper mist appear brightly
Resilient....

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When you have become to me
as roses bloom, in memory,
exquisite, each sharp thorn forgot,
will I recall—yours made me bleed?

When winter makes me think of you—
whorls petrified in frozen dew,
bright promises blithe spring forsook,
will I recall your words—barbed, cruel?

Originally published by The Lyric...

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Swollen ocular objects of sensitivity 
Stared back in the rear view mirror
Tear glazed cheeks of sadness 
Raised hand the last goodbye
And I forsook love again
A singular journey of thought
The paved road ahead a blur
But albeit a welcome retreat 
From emotional backwash 
Senseless beguiling stupidity 
If but love we’re not so cruel....

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This virus has so changed our days-
For sure, we are all in a daze.
At home, stuck alone-
Thank God for the phone
to visit loved ones on displays.

Our freedom, for granted, we took-
Now, some of our pleasures forsook.
Unseen enemy
Achieved infamy-
Has stolen good lives like a crook!


April 24, 2020

Contest: Limerick
Sponsor: Janice Canerdy...

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I 
Sigh
Tears cry
Pain stabs my
Heart as hurts hurl high
Only melancholy replies...


I
Look
Find hook
A dry nook
In worn-out old book
Feel so afraid, kind cheer forsook!


I
Mine
My finds
To align
Fragrant peace of mind
Pray for some emergent design....


I
Know
Warm show
In sure flow
To feel words that grow
A Valentine's Day urge that glows!



Leon Enriquez
14 Feb 2014
Singapore...

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Let Hans start reading some book:
Let him not this overlook
Or it shall him later hook
In a school they don't scores cook,
Her exit door for the crook
And who thinks he can rook...

Let him now try his textbook,
Who never his meals forsook
And sweet snacks made sure he took,
Who'd not turned-off radio brook,
For shows and concerts long look;
At Alpha Grades hungry look!...

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Let Hans start reading some book:
Let him not this overlook
Or it shall him later hook
In a school they don't scores cook,
Her exit door for the crook
And who thinks he can rook...

Let him now try his textbook,
Who never his meals forsook
And sweet snacks made sure he took,
Who'd not turned-off radio brook,
For shows and concerts long look;
At Alpha Grades hungry look!...

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If I could tell you...

How I felt...

Every time... 

The monster...

Whipped me...

With his belt.... 

Welts upon my flesh... 

He left...

But they're not...

The only...

Scars... 

You'll see...

Pain still festers...

Deep...

Inside of me...

Tears...

Drowning...

With my pleas...

The Mother... 

Who...

Forsook me. 


Vickie Thayer 2018...

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the dying man gathered his toys
gathered his joys
gathered his daughter and his
boys
the dying man gathered his sheep
he burnt them all
he did not weep
he told his son to draw his knife
to kill his wife
the weeping bird
comands unheard
forsook him there
him and his word
the dyin man did not weep
he wished his daughter and his
sheep
to leave that town
they let him down
he closed his eyes
alone he dies...

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D awn breaks the skyline
E nding the slumber we had
B ending to your will   
B alancing good with bad   
I deology forsook us   
E arning no merits between 

G oing that extra mile 
U nforeseen
Z ones we never dare to touch
Z oomed past reality and such
I  lost every sense I bore 

B ecause of you I am NO MORE
E nding all that ever was
I know not how to carry on
N egotiations impossible
G one


6/20/13
contest: To Be...

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A land without a single crook,
Because criminals they don't brook:
They'd out fish them with a hook
Relying in their roguish look...

A District without a Half Crook
Battered eyes to one make a spook
And as unpleasant as damned gooks...
The criminal, without fail, cooks
First claiming that he lives took

Then, high time petty that you forsook
No one has got wings of rook
Nor in Vengeful World saved by Book....

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How many drops of blood did Jesus shed,
when they brutally placed Him on the cross? ---
Was the pain that He suffered more then 
Mary's at His birth? ---
Or was it equal to Her spiritual pain when 
She witnessed His death? ---
Can anyone measure the remorse Jesus 
had felt in the garden? ---
Or the isolation upon the cross 
when GOD forsook Him? ---
The answers are known only by three ---
And these three are truly one....

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Why oh why did our sweet love die:
                   My dearest heart
Hasv another fancy come nigh:
                   To take my part?
Did good looks,fine words turn your head:
                   On rebounds hook
Then to another,he so quickly sped:
                   And thee forsook
Will words of love and this gold ring:
                   Now make you mine
With promises,to make bells ring:
                   This troth is thine....

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The day broke futile and green
Beauty was everywhere so pristine
All creation sung in such harmony
Till man proved that he was the true dummy
He forgot that each breath he took
Came from a love that he forsook
And that he offered it up again
As incense into nostrils, he filled with sin
Even I knowing this to be true
Would in my vanity do the same thing too
Offer up death and the stench of sin
Giving no regard to the one who lives within...

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Crook!
She stole my guidebook,
my pink Ray-Bans, my outlook
— it’s grim. The schnook
snatched my Diamonte fountain pen. She took

my attaché case filled with cash. Forsook
my manners — she’s in my grip. A sirloin meat hook
indubitably-yes or to pressure-cook.

I turned her upside-down and shook

A nearby copper brings us in after he has a look.
The judge closed the book

on me. Called me a crook…
that schnook!

8/5/2019...

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I am the maid of the mountain
Hovering above the hills
Looking for lost souls
To guide them on their way
Back to the warmth of their today

Me, I have no one to love
Tragedy forsook me young
I now relive in the imagination of others
I can see them, they imagine me
I am the answer to many a prayer

I soothe the souls of despair
Asking nothing in return
I spend my days watching and waiting
One day my spirit will be free
To twist and turn through destiny...

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Roses spread with lace garter;
Boutonnière and charter.
Green meadow eyes clung to lass.
Juliet was upper class.
A shepherd was he, with crook.
All gentle men, she forsook.
Under the willow, the wind
Warmed petals with no rescind.
Tempo was slow with his bride
Deep smile, a groom could not hide.
Underneath his ruddy beard,
“Reverie,” the garden cheered.
How lucky was a poor man
To find a robust woman.
Off the balcony she came.
Her shepherd, never the same.
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You haven’t Miss Ann paid
That which workers aid
And for which contracts are made.

Miss Ann, still unpaid,
Is, till date, Your Best Maid,
Her stewardship of High Grade
Errands running, unafraid.

Your fame might just fade
With Ann left unpaid
And for the nothing you’ve said
Into a scandal wade;
Bleeding with a blade
A Lady for wages prayed
And a trust laid.

So, torture thou not Ann:
To everybody, a fan;
A most seasoned cook
You never her dishes forsook....

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