Short Woe Poems
Short Woe Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Woe by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Woe by length and keyword.
Such t'was mine
despair and woe
Alas, it was my world
Thy love perceived
complex indeed
Sorrow ne'er more.
Form:
The hounds are hungry;
Wolves paws, claws are venomous
Dark is woe bailer
© Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
28.06.2021
How is it
that the sweetest
memories
hurt tenfold more
than those most bitter
buried deep
in this aching
heart of woe.
So overtaken
With oceans worth
Of potions I've drank.
Never to find the light,
But to drown myself
Without a fight.
Woe unto my nervousness!
Damned I am with all this stress!
But may my Mind be sweetly blessed
With Peace enough at last to rest
Your sweet lips are like
the tulip of woe: I wish
to seal them with mine
unheededly, just to make
them palmy and bloom again.
You have built a wall no one can tear down
because of your heart's woe.
You refuse to let it go.
Being free? You'll never know.
An empty page fills me with rage
My words are trapped within a cage
My mind - an impregnable maze
A maze that keeps me in a daze
rose bloom set afire
flame offense chars love most dire
fray'd woe fuels grief pyre
. . . thickets, soft shadow
ants crawl, hunter curses low
away flits the doe . . .
ARE WE REALLY THROUGH
SIMPLE WORDS MISUNDERSTOOD
MALFUNCTION IN MY EMOTIONS
MISCALCULATIONS WITH MY WORDS
I GUESS THIS IS GOODBYE
Form:
Scars in entity deplores all the time..
Gashes poultice blood of sorrow..
Tears screams all the time..
Lesion utters stream of woe..
covid-nineteen outlandish foe
lock down panic bell buzzing woe
coronavirus
oddly killing us
no savior even God in rue!
22.03.2020
O, Woe is me! O, Woe is me!
SOUP MAILBOX, EMPTY
NO ONE SENDS A NOTE
TO SAY HOW DO YOU DO?
Anything going on?
Hey! What's New with you?
hear friend this tale of woe
over brewing made it so
bitter steeped each sip
teatimed sinking ship
taste profile very low.
great emotive poetry ...
but we can act the part,
subtle is the woe, entreaty,
but noble is the art....
thanks Jon, mate.... Don Johnson
Let sway the hammock's bend; embrace its flight
Avast! My soul, transcend
T'is toil shall pass, woe will end
Amidst the torment, ascend!
Sing weeping heart of woe
Of something too precious
Never found that sonnet
Numbed this memory
Ensued much sadness
Towards twilight of loss
The eating of pie before dinner,
It isn’t on point to get thinner.
It’s best to let go
That tin pan of woe,
And be a calorical winner.
something grabs my leg
plastic bag churned by the tide
ocean clings for life
VISCOUS BODY OF WOE
fluid brain floods mind
neurons flee
boat breaks as dreams drown
June 24, 2018
Tis' earth's existence
A practice of destruction
Woe' mortal breakdown
O' through the sands of all time
As through the sands of all space
Never meant to be bitter and twisted,
its the back pain that makes me so,
used to love frosty winter morns,
and dogs playing in the snow.
A klutz can't dance, has no balance
~ precluding romantic dalliance
marauders unite
pillage village captain said
next day two lay dead
not as much fun now
knees gone, they move very slow
old age full of woe