Short Piteous Poems

Conception of a bloodstained cross
Can be perceived a threshold loss,
As piteous as piety
When rage of age destroys its gloss
And ends a dismal dynasty....

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The drone of birds in war offensive
hear the drone of war
pity the birds, amassing
way out there someplace,
they'll be back in droves to drone
the piteous drum of war...

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All that we had encountered
Of God, Fear kowtowed to.
Yet this, for sinner's relief
This, piteous, soaked through
Are we, here and now, told is
That face,the very same
Behind all that skied displeasure;
A vengefulness to name!...

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Earth's trees are pruned; men came and left
upon their branches burning scars;
now their arms are piteous stubs
no longer reaching for the stars.
My heart is wounded watching them,
so public is their grief and loss,
their shame exposed, yet mute they stand:
I think of Jesus on the cross.

© 1987, Faye Lanham Gibson...

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If I should die,think only this of me 
That one small corner of the web 
Nurses all of my poetry 
My Muse's tide is on the ebb 
Her  waning strength  sadly faded 
No reason now for any rhyme 
My talents fully spent and  jaded 
No one can hold back marching time 
So please forgive my puny tries 
Which deserve but piteous sighs...

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Love is everywhere 

Where the air Romes 
Near the water falls 
Tear of meeting cry 
Need to go far in love 
By the wing of wool 
 Feather wearing with 
The leather of skin by 
Leaving everything 
Smelling the perfume of 
Your feelings in this piteous 
Moment when love is everywhere..... Love you 


With love all 
Jagdish bajantri...

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The man is an idiot
yes I fell in love with an idiot
An absolute idiot and
I fell for the bait…
The idiot man
was my fate.
Am gutted, am completely shattered
my heart is broke, torn and splattered
I had faith, I had a plan
Did not I deserve an intelligent man?

My friend did say and quite so piteous
“Don’t worry love all men are idiots!”...

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Conception kept secret from all was her will
Piteous youth just unlucky naught imbecile
On the dismal threshold of despair and heartaches
Bloodstained rugrat born into poverty and shame till
Suckling infant in her arms maternal love suddenly awakes



Submitted on October 1, 2017 for contest RHYME TIME WITH 5 sponsored by LAURA LOO  -  RANKED 2ND...

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Late last night,
A voice she heard,
Calling out her name.
Waking her
From a sweet, deep, sleep.
Rupturing her dreams.
That voice…
So urgent,
So mysterious…
So shrill.
So piteous,
So young.
Wailing loudly,
Into the night.
Screaming her name.
Mommy!
Mommy!
She follows the voice,
Comforts the voice,
And the demons,
And the monsters are gone....

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It wasn’t a green snake
That tried God’s enterprise to foil
Nor one of greenish make
That had man pushed into piteous toil.

 The sun-loving green wouldn’t anything spoil,
As often it’s thinking of how to funnily coil,
This presuming to playfully act out on your very soil
While your odd animosities you oil
And not once, not twice, unnecessarily boil....

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The threshold of my life is dark and bleak,
Dismal dreams haunt me,peace is all I seek.
Bloodstained covers are wrapped around me,
My piteous life is nothing at all, so too speak
I loathe my conception, darkness is all I see



1.) piteous  

2.) bloodstained 

3.) threshold 

4.) conception 

5.) dismal
















10-1-17...

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I'd rather have piteous hands
Than blood stained ones
It may be a dismal conception
But through that threshold stands
No turning point in either direction.

The piteous are often the poor
While blood stained will throttle for more.
It's a dismal world upon reflection
So heaven's conception was to soften the poor
But man set the bar for that thresholds redemption....

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Sweep then across the flowing sea of time
to stand unseen amid a stinking horde
and there behold the rich who turn away 
or groveling poor that vaguely beckon—
surveying misery's grimy bounds of each.

Wretched feeble ones of withered limb
and clouded eye—ladies in their rags—
ignored by ones who might have paused and bent
but never did, to burden beggars' bowls, 
nudging them from darkness into light....

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The gentlest show of love and care
I wouldn't advise one to dare
For remaining the All - Time Rare:
What the giver receives not fair
Behind his back dismissed like fool
Or thought keeper of Piteous Rules;
Not infrequently a mere tool 
Of the one enjoying King's Stool
All True Lovers have to time bide
While they are struck on every side
Or try to hurt emotions hide
As the others do the long ride....

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Don’t pity yourself as much anymore.
No more being self-piteous.
Because there’s someone always waiting around
At every corner of your life.

Don’t feel sad as much anymore.
No more feeling sadness.
Because there’s other times always waiting around
At every door there’s more.	

Don’t remain crestfallen as much anymore.
No more painful frowns.
Because there’s hopes always waiting around
At every road of your life....

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Dank, cold, unperturbed indifference,
Untouchable, yet touching all,
Unresolved in meaning,
Still creating each and every fall,
Every whim and leaning.

Touché pas! A cry of weary hate,
And will not accept a helping hand,
‘Till death! Brazen adverse in face of fate,
And alone in piteous stand…

Lone wolf we cry, thy fate is nigh,
Yet stands he still resisting,
That love should die, that only tie,
In error still persisting…...

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I feel like touching a bark of tree
In your garden in the spring.
I’d like to settle on your knee -
Mom, hear my piteous crying! 

Recall your dreams about your child.
I heard you say, “No!” What did you mean?
Give up the mad idea – it's so wild.
I’d also like to love and dream...

Mom, let me see the sun and the moon,
Let me listen to your beating heart.
Everything I want is to see you soon.
Hear my silent scream. Let me start......

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Pounding heart, swiftly reminiscing in music of love,

Crave for touch, as of when well carved face lingered,

Glistening eyes, with thoughts of how they belonged,

Novelty of unshed tears, keeps mood in chaos,

Wallowing darkness, for timeless piteous conscience,

Silently seeking free from misery, never letting off,

Paving way, for a dawn of unborn series of reflection,

Toward the light of untold stories, for thorough impact....

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With trembling fingers I poured Merlot wine
Overflowing the rim of his chalice
Salty drops on my lips, the taste of brine
from tears spilled as he spoke words of malice
His offensive, "Cheers," I chose to decline
the sting of mockery, cold and callous
    Piteous, I lingered without relief
    Flooded with torment, I'm drowning in grief



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               May 7th, 2017
Form "O"  Contest for Broken Wings...

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The bloodstained blade slipped from my trembling hand
Their affair and her conception, I wouldn't try to understand
I ignored his piteous cries and stabbed his heart with my knife
He lied in dismal denial,  but her belly had been scanned
My husband crossed the threshold when he deceived me, his wife

Required words, Bloodstained, conception, piteous, dismal, threshold

Rhyme time with 5 contest
Sponsored by laura Loo

09-21-17...

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Two birds flying out of tracks 
Soaring stones  chipped in cracks 

The sky poured down its shroud of tear
While the whole world drowned in fear 

Piteous teardrops poured like rain 
Distressed spirits cried in pain 

The world mourned for the dark of night 
Poor souls gone out of sight

Who would forget the number eleven 
When whole world mourned even the heaven?

May such birds shun the bounce of time 
And peace will reign in a world, sublime 

September 14, 2022...

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Echoes of their squalling,
finally interferes with my slumber.

Opening my eyes,
to see the pensive faces of the ladened.

And my ears,
to the ear-splitting shrill of the piteous.

Showing me their greatest fears,
Slowing becoming reality before their eyes.

I have seen for myself,
brothers smothering one another.

As a new era seeks recognition,
Iniquity impetuously taking its position.

Tardily becoming the order of the day.
 Shortly to be a disease we cannot contain....

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      What a dire and heartbreaking, dark, dismal day
when you crossed that threshold at heaven's doorway;
     our painful conception of death's bloodstained sword
that punctured our piteous hearts with dismay...
     now healed with acceptance of you with our Lord.

   
September 29, 2017
~2nd Place~
Contest: Rhyme Time With 5
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Judged: 10/10/2017

Required words to use: dismal  threshold  conception  bloodstained  piteous
Rhyme scheme: A-A-B-A-B
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