Short Sorrowfully Poems

My heart feels heavy tonight

Old photos and memories

A steadfast emotional anchor

Yearning bygone days

Achingly longing for the lost

My soul sorrowfully hankers...

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To Kerstin from Sweden 

1. 

Somewhere, in Sweden

there is a little red house

and field around it.

There are kind horses,

who look sorrowfully

at their dear Kerstin, 

who lives in this little red house

Somewhere in Sweden....

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With every passing day
I am mindfully (learning)
Growing in many ways.

With every passing moment
I am sorrowfully (happily)
Thinking about all that sways me.

With every passing year
I am gradually (alleviating)
Healing myself of my fears....

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Cried bitterly 
Sweat profusely 
Cooked annoyingly 
Ate sorrowfully 
Wished I had died honorably 
Not because I lost anyone to the boring company of death
But because I found my heart untimely hammered 
By the Carpenter I most trusted.

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Unwelcome shades of scorn, I despise
On this woeful night I slowly fade
Spears that pierce, I feel betrayed
Dismayed, I sorrowfully close my eyes
Resigned to the tempter’s whim
I woefully ask, for him to forgive 
Yet I speak no whispers bid me live
Aught I lay waste to my grievous sins?...

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In the realm of my redeemer I am whole.His view surpasses my flaws.
I bow,joyfully,sorrowfully,and in my most melancholy hour.
His strength is my power.
Alone I share the deepest,most desolate,yet delicate depths of my soul.
For only one to hear,one to know.Judge me not in this life,in this hour.
His strength is my power....

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Is not this well-worn path
more than just a journey
   or a destination?

We have a yearning
for appreciation;
some soul to reminisce us
fondly as a friend;

a warm memory or two.


Asinine the impassive life
devoid these things in time;
destined to that lonely land

   so sorrowfully  and bitterly....

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I stand sorrowfully watching,
thinking  why nature is passing through this suffering,
Isn't it possible to show some love?,
that rivals that of the dove.

It is time nature and man be at peace,
that nature may be left to pick up their piece.
Isn't it obvious that nature is crying out loud,
That soon enough there would be a drought....

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Life does not stand still
If we look, we find friendship
There is always love
Sorrowfully, we look at death
There is always hate
Our days begin with sunlight
The night has darkness
Hope is the light of the moon
We only need one
One light to end the darkness
Your life does matter
Let your light shine fore others
Hope is the light from your life...

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Silent, dawn crept low and solemn
Over the Virginia valley
The misty orange haze of a pale sunrise
Cloaking the farmer's field

Blue and Gray, mixed with red
Life fleeing with each labored breath,
Stillness broken only by 
The rattle of death's leave

Mother Earth sorrowfully accepts
The pain, the regret, the wastefulness.
Generations lost forever,
Over the cornfields of Antietam....

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Some people say
	almost every day,

	That love is a treat,
	but thou art a cheat;

	You love me not
	they swear with God.

	One even pinched his nose
	but still, I say thou art my rose;

	But if thou prove’st me wrong,
	after I wrote in my summer song

	That thou art the only one
	who doth bring me joy and fun

	And attest to me thou wert satire,
	sorrowfully from love I will retire....

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[They] brush over closed lids 
                       of tear filled eyes, 
                                  if only known why, 

why they so sorrowfully cry, 
              but future tense gives none 
                            of secrets way to be held, 

and so the dreams fall to cries 
                  and the dreams of futures, 
                                                   barely tell......

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"I am too busy today", said she.
No time to email, she stated.
With great drama, sorrowfully.

Planting petunias, washing clothes.
Good Lord~ I have heard excuses like this 
By the droves.

The years go swiftly by, we grow older.
Excuses like these, as fascinating as raw 
Perunian Pork shoulder!

            

                 May 27, 2020
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                   Poem # 1301...

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Sterilize the enterprise...

Pro-rate your eloquence,

state sorrowfully,
then engage-
every page,

wondrous rapturous,
bashful captures,

slanty' cases and raging races...


Be hotter than road modern!

Beget the racers in the Stallium!

I am raving the major,

they take away the meed and complacent-

I am the smasher and head Caser! 

Take me to the ancient hollow that was never endangered!...

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Summer Rispetto

Such summer days as these are most merry bright,

and altogether they portend such good times.

Sol shortens dark nights, again extends the light,

the time is right for mountain dangerous climbs.

Relax and take your ease, maybe fly a kite,

Have fun in your way till autumn’s bell then chimes,

when we must now say goodbye and end our ease.

Sorrowfully put away the cottage keys.

7-3-18...

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Recovering from all the Christmas cheer
Early in this new year
Sorrowfully I now decide
On resolutions by which I must abide.
Like losing weight to gain speed.
Undo the damage of saturated feeds.
Take up zumba class and swimming.
I think already I am winning.  
Only this time I will persist.
Naughty foods I must resist.
Slim me inside still resides.



12/01/2020
Resolutions poetry contest
Sponsored by: Matt Caliri....

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Midst of night

Sorrows cripes
Sober shouts are unheard and loud
Coldness surrounding me
From all sides oh my loud why
In the midst of night I am all alone

Even the lonely night cries with me
Telling so much lies
Even moon is sad
Sad and sorrowfully
Cries all in the night
My dolls dull and dirty
Are not alive and lively anymore
They are here with me
I miss them even more and more
My night is sad
In the midst of night...

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Decades wearing at his trunk
His branches sorrowfully drooping
Standing by and watching
As society is stooping

An overlooked eyewitness
To all that comes to pass
Every kind remark
And every ridiculing sass

Bearing the comings and goings
Adapting to each new scene
Minding his own business
Trying not to intervene

Sitting in tranquility
Counting the hours till his end
An onlooker of destruction
A bystander without a friend...

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It was to my ear
You whispered,
But felt to my heart.
It was to my lips
You kissed,
But felt to my soul.

I wish if you could
Be there,
To grow old with me
And is still yet to be.
Things are still left
To be done.
But, sorrowfully!
You were ever gone.

Distance does not matter
Because always, always, always
You are my sun, my moon
And all of my stars.
There is no remedy,
There is no boundaries
It was sweetened
But, is it ever truly?...

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There is no other man that I adore more
Than my loving Husband number four.

But I secretly yearn for Husband number three 
For he was the best of all sexually. 

I sorrowfully kissed goodbye Husband number two 
He was handsome and kind but often blue.

I’ll never forget Husband number one
we were both young and loved to have fun.

Maybe if time is good to me and I’ll survive 
I’ll walk down the aisle once more to a younger
Husband number five....

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Birth and Death

happy to be born
but later we mourn
when our loved ones are gone

birth is to reap
a motion to keep
but later there comes a painful sleep

birth, a joyful side
pain as we grow we hide
the vehicle of death we ride

birth, we have landed
later the soul has ascended
our life, our given chance is ended

we are born then we grow
later our time comes, time to go.

joyfully we are born
sorrowfully we are gone.

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The winds mourn,
the trees sways sorrowfully,
and the bones cries within.
It's grief.
The ache is too much to bear,
like a mountain upside down,
piercing my heart.
It's grief.
Where am I?
Where should I go,
and who should I seek?
Lost.
I tripped and blood flowed,
like rivers in my leg.
But no tears was in existence.
Despair.
But I still stand,
I still walk.
But, a question I have for myself.
Should I choose to fall,
or should I choose, to fall?...

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just a little bit more
quite
a scrawling
of the senses
or a Raven
to come
before the final
rain

gracefully

till the end
did Annabel Lee
stay till the end
there’s no portent here
destiny
or a sign

self-made

it’s till the end
art
truth
without seeing

but the Raven
looked sorrowfully
croaked something
and jumped into my eyes

“Nevermore”
(out of Heaven)


author: Bozhidar Pangelov
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Contest-Among The Dead...

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