Short Gloomiest Poems
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The laughter of a baby...
could make the gloomiest face smile
Doesn't it make you go "Awww"?
Heart-meltingly cute
Date written: 03/03/2020
I’d deem today as
my gloomiest day ever
I feel doomed but nay
ill-fated but otherwise
aye, having a bad hair day!
04/13/16
Sad on gloomiest of days
the simple colour crimson makes me smile
~ who knew so little mattered
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Not the sharpest brains
that can argue,
but the kindest hearts
that understand;
not the selfish selves
that grab and hold,
but the souls that soothe
and heal the land;
may more of these
be with us these days
to brighten up life's
gloomiest haze.
I never thought I would miss you this much
Walking beside you
I felt protected
And in the gloomiest mornings
You spoke such reassuring words to me
Even if you stuttered or missed a step
It all was glorious
Can I walk another infinity with you?
Form:
Not the sharpest brains
that can argue,
but the kindest hearts
that understand;
not the selfish selves
that grab and hold,
but the souls that soothe
and heal the land;
may more of these be
with us these days
to brighten up life's
gloomiest haze.
Listen to poem:
when clouds seem at their gloomiest
and your spirits are down and under
let me be the one; the one
to bring back the smile to your face
and the serenity to your heart
i'll do my best to put that ray of sunshine
in your morning coffee cup
and fill your coffers with tons of tokens
of dazzling hope for all the joy to come
AP: 3rd place 2023
Hippity, Hip, Hooray
A new beginning, a good omen,
Peace among all men, I say,
Prosperity time and time again,
Year full of good cheer aye!
Never any pain or a tear even,
Everlasting happiness overlay
Women, weak and children.
Yesteryear is the past; So let's pray:
Every sunrise henceforth gladden
And brighten our gloomiest day
Restoring our hope and trust, Amen!
Here I stare blankly at the blank ceiling.
On this November night that's now fading,
Its blackest shadows now slowly graying.
They cowardly creep and cringe far away
Deep into the gloomiest nooks, fleeing
From the softest touch of a brand new day.
But still the lilt of your muffled laughter
Lingers on and on as a silent echo
As you leave at dawn, and long, long after.
Moonless darkness of gloomiest spirits, she sat
Engrossed in sorrowful thoughts
Like the sun during a storm, she was
A dreary persona dead with hopelessness
Numbness swept through her veins, and then like a
Cloud blanket cracked apart by rays of light
Her cornflower eyes glistens in pain
Of the numerous things that swayed her life
Little by little she learned the way to survive
Yet it took away her time
Sunny, funny, sweet and precious one,
Utter happiness you bring to me.
Never far from you, I ever want to be
Flourishing with you as you dance beneath the sun,
Lingering within the glow which is your love!
On your dark and dulcet eyes I gaze and gaze,
Wishing that your sunshine could forever stay.
Even should there come the gloomiest of days,
Radiate your loving warmth as with delight you sway.
blankly I stare at the blank ceiling
as the darkest, dying shadows
of this fading November night
cowardly creep and cringe away
into the gloomiest nooks, fleeing
before the softest touch of light,
as the lilt of your muffled laughter
lingers on and on as a quiet echo,
as you leave, and long, long after.