Short Mirthless Poems
Short Mirthless Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Mirthless by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Mirthless by length and keyword.
We gleaned glow
With blood pulled from earth
Oil sifting.
From earth depths
Battling the awful onslaught
We're drenched turn mirthless
A wilted rose still has her thorns,
a ruined home still has its stones.
A mirthless Queen still has her throne,
a sleeping bloom will one day grow.
A fallen star still keeps all hopes,
a frozen stream on spring will flow.
A tired wolf soon more will howl,
a onetime champ will be aye known.
I miss you Dad
Leafless trees
branches entwined
clutching at the wind.
Lifeless eyes
a hallow embrace
clutching at my heart.
Mirthless tears
pouring down salt
into my wounded soul.
Listless eyes
turned quickly away
by my haunted essence.
the trees
seem to mourn
the passage of a season,
while I
Morn the passing
of a gentle man of reason
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With sight forever closed
And voice eternally locked
Shine still will the immortal sun
Birds at my wake keep sing on to life as incense burn
When I die;
In neat dis-order, ants will march
And buzzing silently the bees shall lament
While I shall lie still,
All gone stealth and stilt.
Finally dead from undying death
With sightless eyes and mirthless mirth, my bane.
When I die .
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Woebegone woe beset, be gone
A Wobbegong dumbed down in dumps
Forlorn in doldrums deep and glum
For the taste of glum is dour and sour
Mirthless and mournful, cheerless and doleful
Apparel crestfallen, disheveled, long-face, appalled
Butt out, begone, woebegone Wobbegong, long in tooth
Trim your beard, its shaggy and scummy, and glumly
See more sea, and be seen in scene on screen.
Above grey skies and a mirthless moon
clouded by starlight in a world unknown
within my thoughts
of then and now
of pleasure and pain
longing to feel free
and whole again
In darkness and silence
my pensive thoughts stray
Hoping and praying
you'll be okay
In the back on my mind
and deep in my soul
you'll be with me forever
in a heart that you stole
hallucinogens of the unsound mind
anesthetic figures state their somber positions
the commodities of their mirthless smiles reast unconfined
i'm writhing from their false amorous animations
i romance with death dancing in the winter lights
in malevolence i sing my sorrow. prying it will end
trying not to impede the unhappy yet happy ones rights
i freeze a smile upon my face to be with the fashioned wind
Form:
When swift wind is blowing
and birds free breeze the dale
my hopeless heart is lightened
gone the gloomy gale.
When sweet child is playing
and laughs full loud with glee
my mirthless mind is gladdened
gone the sorrowed sea.
When mauve moon is rising
and stars shine through the night
my shadowed soul is brightened
gone the bleary blight.
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The corn has ripened.
With it is the wizened laughter of a
Mirthless age, showing ashy teeth
Of dappled cowries.
A flavescence so bantered by the courage
Of wilting bloom!
Sadly, sea waves truss the feet of
Burning skies, loosening the tongues of beaches,
Which, with ague, recline on cold, cringing currents.
Old cats mourn the fall of strafed pillars
Burrowing through silt-buried kennels re-grassed for the
Salutation of new vistas.
I had a dream
A horrific one, I deem
I saw a shadow
One of a man taller by ten, he seem
He had two pointed edges at his head
His body seemed to disapparate like heating lead
His legs never moved
But he was chasing me
desperately,
Through this alien light
Behind me
He was snarling, trying to grasp me, blight
I looked back from the gate
And I saw
A corrupted version
Of me
And he
was chained back into the.
Dark,
Lightless,
Mirthless,
Void.
Listen to poem:
"Move!" sounds command.
I stir, arise, lift a laggard hand.
Can movement mark with magic
All latent space?
Shall thoughtless motion,
Mere mindless flurry,
Confer importance
On the empty hour?
"Speak!" rings out.
Sing I, then, quavery syllables
Against the quiet as though
Sound could skirt the still
Or melody make right
The evils of the night.
Think: none judge me harshly
Save sour I, my mirthless self.
Song stops. So solitude
Into stony silence slips.