Short Woebegone Poems

across the distance
the somber nimbus lean out
without outcast sun















3-21-2016...

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Love woebegone - footles

Affair
Despair

Adorn
Forlorn 

Dreamer
Screamer




August 19th, 2014
For Andrea's contest- Let's keep footling around

Ranked 7th...

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July's fire
Fireworks, stars
Sparkling, booming, bursting
Brightening that woebegone night!
The fourth day

Written On: July 4th, 2017
P.S. Happy Fourth of July!...

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balancing on roof
heavy trunk
men plan its descent

the woebegone stems
purple smile
fades after tree falls

covered with sawdust
verbena
spent in scent of oak

6/27/2018...

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woeful wanting world wages war,
wait, woodland wakens, wondrous wind instruments,
wafting whimsically,
wood nymphs waltz,
whooping cranes whish wherever,
woodpeckers woolgathering,
woebegone withers,
worldwide peace...

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At first glance, it seems to imply that woe,
or extreme sadness, is gone. But let’s know
'wo' simply means "woe, and 'begon'
( from Old English began)
It means, "beset or surrounded by woe."
~X~X~X~
...

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While destiny ditched me dearly in a dire domain
my lumbering life left me lovelorn in a languishing limbo, 
With all of my lackluster longing long gone
my haggard and heavy-laden heart hurts heartily.



~Alliteration contest by Barry Stebbings...

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Willber whistled while wooing wonderful, wistful, Wanda 
but Willber's woebegone whistling made Wanda want to wander 
Wandering Wanda wanted Wally but his weak, wretched whistling was wanting Wanda was wowed by Waldo's wondrous whistle that she found very taunting...

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Let me be,
Let me heal
The pain has reached my marrow
And left me a bitter sorrow

The tears in my eyes 
Soon will dry
My waned strength will come anew
And the dark sky above me again shall be blue  

My woebegone face
Won't tarry more than it'd stayed 
I'm grateful for the pain
But I'll heal again....

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As the time flies by and life goes on
Many places and faces have come and gone
I will let bygones be bygones
While waiting for my name to be called upon
My love for God will never be withdrawn
And his love for me will never be woebegone
Forever he will be my father and I his son

4/5/2017...

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I sang such a sweet lullaby,

when our son had to say goodbye;

I see him as a butterfly,

oh, I ask God why, why, why, why!

_____________________________
August 6, 2020

Excerpt from my poem Woebegone Love, posted October 9, 2019


Submitted to the contest, Rithimus Divisa 4
sponsor, Gregory R Barden...

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Curtain falls and curtain folds
Thus, it means all aching voids
(May they be carats of golds),
Be in mind buried unsold.

Happy new year everyone!
Hope that things are all well done.
Set aside your woebegone,
And start your new year a happy one.

Forgive and forget
And then celebrate;
And a sound mind, indeed
Is all you ever need!...

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The land known as woebegone
Is a grim and forlorn place,
No good times, none at all
No smiles upon a face.

In woebegone dwells misery
A place where people scream,
And since my love, you left me
In woebegone, I've been.

There is a fabled realm called hope
Where dreams they say come true,
If I ever find it,
My love, will I find you....

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Enclosed within a shroud
of misery and hopes blown awry;
Silent and still I stand listening
to a selkies lonesome cry.

''While away your lifetime
wandering woebegone shores.
Midst the changing of the wind,
come to me, cling to me.
---Desert your vacant vessle of dreams fast vanishing.''

''Abandone life,
hear my song,
and join my dreary solitude.''...

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As my doleful gaze upon thy form hath fallen,
Garbed in the fashion of sadness or mourning,
Nightly tresses thy sombre tone adorning,
Decadent and beauteous, as a Seraph fallen.

A woebegone faerie with wings lost and broken,
Enshrouded in blackness, a sepulchral lady,
With thy pallid skin and thy heart so shady,
Thou art a graveyard angel who seldom has spoken....

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The Woebegone

As wind begins to blow,
she sobs on her bed.
Is he alive or dead?
She wishes so to know. 
Doubts fill up her head.

To doom she seems bound.
Wind makes a mournful sound.
Snow cascading from dismal sky
like her woes - piled high -
buries everything on the ground.

Dec. 29, 2017 for Laura Loo's  10 Lines, 5 Words: Rhyme Contest...

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Listen to poem:

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....

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Flitter paired wings
                                      ...jasmine winds
aft flaxed sunsets 
                                      ...melodic dewdrops

Arise freely...prance
mirages of alabaster
third heaven-eternal abode 

...rest sweetly Mama
whisper sweetly Daddy
sing firmament lullaby
				      ...asteroid rhapsody

missing butterflies cry 
softly days woebegone
lighten my dark tears....

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The clouds rain blood.
The heavens feel my pain.
The angels in discomfort. 
Prophets descend from their heavenly
seat, to unveil knowledge of life in my dreams. 
Moses part my ocean of tears and finds my heart.
He leads me to the land of healing words and the
calming sound of the lord songs. 
The seal of david bestowed on my mortal
 heart beat. Jesus turns my blood into bliss. 
Ill never drown in tears again....

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THE LAND OF WOBEGONE
INSPIRED
BY
CATIE LINDSEY
~~~~~~~~~~

Woebegone,
you doubters' of fantasy,
Wobegone exists!
Tis a land of gem stones,
Catie Lindsey insists.
You choose your own
or, pluck one,
from the trees' she has grown
and, if you can, save a ruby
for the love you left behind.
For when you return,
give it to your love,
make her.him your Valentine!
From Wobegone with love....

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Woebegone


Full fifty years ago, late summer, we had planted you...

two tiny, wispy saplings that would grow and grace our lawn.

But mother nature came...lashed her tornado to undue

your beauty with a monstrous hack that leaves us woebegone.



Sandra M. Haight

~2nd Place~
Contest: When A Fourth Line Helps It to Rhyme
Sponsor: Silent One
Heptameter - 7 feet, 9 syllables per line
Judged: 06/13/2018
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No matter who you vote for
the government gets in
Left or right, day brings night
with colors gray and thin

The better parts of nature
get worse as time goes on
Bilateral infection
whose cure is woebegone 

As hubcaps change in order
the wheels forever spin
Tomato or tomatto
that same old song to sing 

A baby leaves its mother
new brick to build the wall
Ramparts trapping all inside
—beyond which prescience calls

(The New Room: May, 2023)...

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