Short Wearily Poems
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Sleepily, quite tiredly,
Tranquilly and languidly,
Wearily yet hastily-
Bowing to his Majesty
But less concerned and further burned
In all these tales of tragedy
tomorrow , today.
quickly here.
rain, shine.
climb out of your slumber.
sleep follows you .
misty eyed and tired,
wearily walking to, destination.
return to sleep, pillow so soft.
Where granddad once sat, resting creaking bones, I now wearily sit.
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Contest: The Old Rocking Chair
Sponsor: Rick Parise
© 6th November 2016
Windswept
Wildflowers
Wistfully
Welcome
Wide-eyed
Wanderers
With
Watercolor
Warmth
While
Winsome
Winds
Whistle
Waking
Weeping
Willows
Wearily
Wavering
October 24, 2019
parched-
dry of mind
my soul in throes
of dessication
wearily-
i march along
i stumble
and quite often trip
and struggle so-
to come to grips
o' for one,but one sweet sip
refreshing inspiration!
Form:
Melancholy should belittle gloomed sentiment coursing amongst my veins
Depression’s spontaneity constricts thy soul
Wearily fighting encroaching tears
Lend me a hand, heart, or prayer
(It’s not an easy road America)
Sits the monkish owl.
Beneath its own cowl.
If not candled and windowed, lit as
Soft, meditative.
That, wakeful, before
Sinks, wearily, more.
Grass-burnt, sunned life. Flashed too lewd, pranced through.
Dawned; hell-reactive.
She sat wearily
and wide eyed in Pa’s old chair
then sprang to rush out the door
“only just the wind”
Everyday she’s done the same
Three years now since Pa left home
6th place in Rick Parise’s
“Chair in Shadowed Room Contest”
The wicked witch wandered west
where weeping willows whisper wearily
in the winsome wind
wishing wistfully and waiting
while wondering why
wild wisteria wither
or whether the weather will wane
and who would wave the willowy wand
5-27-2012
Once winter comes
it settles in
Hugs the ground
a second skin
Thick blanket of snow
uncovered 'til Spring
Puddles iced over
biting wind on the wing
Chilled to the bone
we head wearily home
A crackling fire indoors
~ Autumn's no more
Pushing Up Hope
Though we walk wearily
through the valley of death,
the roaring redemptive river
of hope flows
towards us. Presently
the mammoth mountain
of Sisyphus lies before us. Yet
God’s giving grace
umbrella us from all the evil
we shall overcome.
this looming life of solitude
left listening to your woes
a dark depressing melody doth it compose
I whisper words that wander wearily
my voice escapes thine ears
solitary without sympathy
dealing in your reprimand
my voice you hear
my meaning you do not understand
Wearily I walk this rutted road
Knowing this life led yet is mine
Due is all ransoms for my soul
To every witness I leave behind
Lift my heart to spare no love
To be a light for shadows cast
I draw my strength from God above
With hope that seeks the will to last
Upon thy pillow,
I wearily hope
for youth’s restful nights
I once loved to spend
in towering dreams.
Images past
behind closed eyes -
romantic plans
and lofty goals.
Naïve thoughts
turn to aged
days of loss,
again
taunting
me.
Old overworked aged heart,
Beating bravely without stopping;
Controlling carefully the rhythm of life,
The terminally ill man holding on dearly,
Amid an attack which can end in tears.
Weeping wife beside his bed,
Holding his hands tightly;
Wearily waiting the bad news.
Sunrise of your love
I wearily stroll
through the damp grass
this early morning
leaving glistening footprints
in my wake as I wish
upon the final evening star
in the sky that once again
my heart may be warmed
by the sunrise of your love
Good morning Soupers
The towering tide in the sea
should not awe you by its height
This is mere effervescence
Rising and falling wearily
On the bosom of the foaming Sea.
The momentary peak of strength that it attains
By jumping out of its mass to reach the sky
Is as vainglorious and transitory As the Ego of his ‘I’.
Swallow to follow, to find Tomorrow-
We look to Love to seek our Sorrow
And, lo! My Soul hath become so hollow
(In my own worry I wearily wallow)
I live to die, grow old and wither
And slip away like snake to slither
No thoughts are present, nor gathered hither-
I drain in Rain to the depths of the River
Wet winds whipping
wearily walking wolf
wishing was wrapped
with warm wool
whimpering within:
wise wolf would watch wait
when wool wanders
without wall
would waist wait watch
walk within wall
wrapped with wool
warmth with white wine
whole winter without work!
Want wakes wisdom
wolf wisdom war.
Silence clings to the walls
rests dormant in the corners
echoes with each spin of the ceiling fan
be still, air, be still
let the silence sleep
if only for this night
With a pull of the chain
the current stops the waves
silence slips wearily to the cold floor
corners, oh, corners
screams from seams
as the air stills
The wakeful wind whistles
Winding wearily and watching all
Wafting silently whispering woes
Weightlessly whipping wisplike whacks
Wondrously wild when wrathful weather attacks
Wrecking and walloping worsening in time
Nature wilts whimpering wordlessly worried
The wind whirls and wrestles in wingless flight
19/3/2016
Heard black the announcer on the Bernie-Hillary debate at Ohio
State say the Broke is broke is broke.
Broke is broke is broke
Which will never be a joke;
So sad to be spoke.
Many hearts wearily this surely seems to sing;
Which one with you would you want to bring:
Either broke or being sad.
Jim Horn
Retired Veteran
The Solemn Sparrow Sings a Lonely Song
Swiftly Swaying Sweetly Saying
Soaring the Sky Somewhere Above
Tearing the sky with Terrible Tears
Telling Tales To Those who listen
Taking Time To sound Traumatic
The Solemn Sparrow Sings
Weeping Wearily on the Wings of Heaven
Daring Dully Desiring Death
The Solemn Sparrow Sings
Form:
I wander the night
Afraid to stand still
Home is not safe
The air holds a chill
My eyes flit around
Darting like mice
Watching wearily
My hands feel like ice
I shiver and chitter
From more than just cold
My feet shuffle slowly
Fear barely controlled
I finally reach it
A place that’s secure
Cold, dark and uncomfortable
But I will endure
Shards of rag
Torn from the reapers cloak
Tattered and blowing upon dead branches
I wearily cross underneath
Far below definition
Whilst dark eyes follow
My silent steppings
Glaring down obsidian bills
The tree erupts
A formless black detonation
Of ravens wailing their curses
At my approach
For disturbing their ritual of dusk