Short Woeful Poems
Short Woeful Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Woeful by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Woeful by length and keyword.
Out in a rainfall;
Hopeful but woeful waters,
Pitifully falls...
Lightning wretchedly dances,
Thunders echoed and resound...
wildflower
wet wildflower wagging with woeful wild winds warms my wretched heart.
Miserable MONDAY
Torrid TUESDAY
Woeful WEDNESDAY
Terrible THURSDAY
Frenzied FRIDAY
Sorrowful SATURDAY
SUBLIME SUNDAY....carpe diem PRAISE THE LORD
Miserable MONDAY
Torrid TUESDAY
Woeful WEDNESDAY
Terrible THURSDAY
Frenzied FRIDAY
Sorrowful SATURDAY
SUBLIME SUNDAY....carpe diem PRAISE THE LORD
A red dress hangs in
The black velvet clothing hook
Waiting to be wore
For the woeful soprano
Who sings in a musical
3-12-2016
Woeful
Rueful
Joyful
Hopeful
Though he looked so woeful, rueful, pained
his music was joyful, hopeful, famed.
Composed 05/03/2017.
2, 2, 2, 2, 9, 9.
A marionette of the void
Aware of the needle like strings,
Stranding on the edge of light
Yet covered by the veil of hollowness
A woeful homunculus, gazing at the abyss
Wounded, woeful woman.
Hostage of hindered hope.
Yowling, yearning, for you.
*1408 Acrostic Triplet Poetry Contest
*Sponsored by: Brian Strand
*Entered on: 08/31/2025
Herein the throes of our family's tragedy,
Herein our woeful daze, we're not the defeated
Nor victors; Simply the bearer's of tragedy.
Yes, Jonas was here; Thence we're the cheated.
In bulging globes like sapphires strung,
A woeful moaning song is sung.
They flow like brooks.
Mysterious deep afflictions
Swim inside the wet reflections
Of this child's looks.
Silent warblers perch as garden’s crooners
With crest-petalled wings flapping as banners
All day long they exude unfading light
That no woeful glooms conceal their brightness.
Zealots
zealous zealots zigzag
running rampant, repeating
dubious data drawn
from fallacious forums
which write woeful
tales that try to teach
lurid laughable lies
"Till death us do part"
Thus I stepped upon a trap;
Oh, Why I said that?
Now I wail to no avail,
Lo, my life is in shambles!
~A Brian Strand 1 to 14 line contest.
The woeful Chicago Bears football team
Hibernated in caves this June to dream
Of winning their first game
But they exited tame ~
Green Bay Packers turned them into whipped cream
I Don’t know
that poetry can light
anything,
beyond a page --
when the world
in a loop
of dark lows…
Though Heaven hears Mother’s
woeful woes, Freewill her nursery's
obstacle….
Oh dear oh dear
where is the beautiful game?
behind its defensive wall
it seems passing back&forth
is now the be&end-all-
reactive not proactive & no guile
'wing-back' sums-up this woeful style
The veil of darkness fell upon us,
A silence so ominous we could taste.
A moonless starless sky hung above us
While we held our breath till dawn.
AP: Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2026
can’t win improvise
crocodile tears woeful cries
hypocrites disguise
endless feigning soul destroyed
truth turns to ash neath stone eyes
By
David Kavanagh
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
Woeful,
my painful past,
that leaves me woebegone
for my loved ones now gone above.
Full of melancholy and grief-stricken
and lost in sad recollections.
I have been crushed forlorn
in thoughts and left,
woeful.
Underneath the branches of weeping willow
We shared our flaming passion last night
But when this morning, the sun had risen
Found the woeful tree, glowing with delight!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
16 SEPTEMBER 2014
on a s e a of w o e
he f l o a t s his longings
to an e m p t y
shore
Batting away
the hold on me to
rebuke all kindness
to expel in blindness
the vomit that is dread.
I fear too many things
on an empty stomach, so
I inhale the final drops
of my woeful sustenance—
where are you,
Little Hope?
How the words of the woeful
wane in the light by the waxing moon
How dismissive of our sorrows
are the shadows cast by tall oaks.
How precious the shimmer of stones
in play with the wind and waters
Bite Size Poem no.40 Poetry Contest
It is no dance, sensual.
Plays around, hip to hip
With romantic love, too forceful.
Nigh whose pretence does rip!
Innocent-shaped as clothed.
Hangs poised which theme upon
Of love, as highly descriptive.
Till slumps its woeful 'swan'.