Somberly Poems | Examples

Within a Sacred Dream

Within a book of sacred dreams 
she found a knight's true heart. 
Amidst the dark, a light that gleams; 
romance his words impart. 

They've led her down to an ocean beach 
where somberly she'll wait, 
for love which looms beyond her reach; 
withdrawn by the hands of fate. 

As captain of a faithful crew 
he'll lead them into war 
and reminisce of love he knew 
when docked on homeport's shore. 

A verse where passion's fire is found 
and grows as time goes by, 
but heaven yields no joyful sound; 
instead, the angels cry. 

Two kindred souls from eons past 
converge in this new age. 
With years of rapture's dance amassed, 
they heat this poet's page. 

In pretty mirrors from the heart, 
perhaps she'll find her prize: 
a place where love is sure to start, 
entranced by fiery eyes.

The Blues

The blues you squeeze into your song.
Without the grays, you don’t belong.
The saxophone tonguing your grief;
Downward, the tears’ a scathing relief.

Turquoise battling the heavy waves.
The flautist, grave, somberly braves
The crashing shore of lighthouse lore.
Sudden widows - the sea keeps score.

The notes of navy grooves and plays
The composite of the ships ablaze.
Without the grays you don’t belong.
The blues you squeeze into your song.

The cobalt reed, a salty taste.
The blues strum strings around your waist.
The drums continuous throbbing;
Aperture of buoys sobbing.

Downward, the tears’ a scathing relief.
The saxophone tonguing your grief.
The blues you squeeze into your song.
Without the grays, you don’t belong.

Soft Murmurings

Like an avian roosting when his cawing has spilled,
I mourn in grief as this shadowed night grows cold
Crushed and grieving from promises unfulfilled
Sorrow burgeons my heart, in bitterness enfold
like unspun wool on a distaff or a poem not quilled

I am overwhelmed with fear; somberly weeping
beneath my rowan tree. In dour thoughts, I dwell
Wisps of silver moonlight cross the sky, sweeping,
signaling hope in darkness, as if it were a death knell
In my den, I feel protected; sanctuary of safe-keeping

My troubled eyes are in search of benevolence anew
For faith and courage instead of such dismal dread
How I long to take flight, trading grey skies for blue
to locate a paradise where happiness can be spread
sharing a drink of wassail; fruited ale of sweet brew

I shall swiftly soar among shining stars at great height
Fluttering my wings on journeyed path of poetic volition
Never again to be lost and alone on any mawkish night
No shadows holding me in their melancholy perdition
for I've learned how to ignite flames of lambent light

Blues

Somberly and perpetually, it plays
Dark melodies in my days

Rumblings of guitar and piano play at distant
corners of my mind
Lingering concerts of sorrows so unkind

Willie Brown said, "The blues ain't nothing but a good
man feeling bad."
I want to be a good man; maybe this is why I'm 
feeling sad

Deep,  deeply in my soul
Cacophonic blasts so piercing and bold

Echoes of a distant and short past
Melancholic riffs, runs, and good licks long last

Blues, 

Blues I did not choose
Instead, I was chosen

So many monotonous strums...
And deep pulsating drums

Play, 

They play in my mind and heart... 

When will it end? 
Better yet, when did it start?

The Concert

A sinuous strain of a cello
          With a lovely violin to follow 

A harmonic piano's echo... 
          as it walks up the corridor

From my battered, sullen heart... 
           to my bewildered mind

A love once so sweet and kind
         Why is peace so hard to find? 

And so, the concert continues as it somberly plays
         Melancholic, poignant registers in these days

Street Souls

How did he, she, they, and them come to be? 
Diminished, reduced, and ignored in society

Relegated or maybe delegated to busy city streets and desolate byways
Street souls somberly paint landscapes with a myriad of overlays

Barely decent soles or none at all to cover these souls' feet
Yet a daily trample on sordid sidewalks and weather-beaten streets

Cold nights meet cold stares in daytime
Oftentimes the human cord is disjointed and can be so
unkind 

How did he, she, they, and them come to be? 
No one knows but compassion and love
should be the reality

Sinful

Soberly sinful

Seriously satisfied

Somberly shameful

Ocean Fog

The ocean fog spreads,
An opaque, eerie veil.
It wraps the town in mystery,
And murmurs secrets to the gale.

The sea crashes on the shore,
Rumbling a detached sound.
The foghorn hollers somberly,
As the hazy clouds surround.

The seagulls fly effortlessly 
Showing the mastery over the blur.
They float in the foggy air
And disappear in motionless hover.

The blanket of the ocean fog,
An elongated, powerful silence.
It lingers in the mind's eye,
And fires a poetical movement.

Shadowed Night Grew Cold

I was crushed and miserable from love unfulfilled
Like a mourning dove whose blood had been spilled

I cried in deep lament as shadowed night grew cold
Sorrow burgeoned my heart with miseries untold

Overwhelmed with fear, l fell to somberly weeping
Wisps of silver moonlight crossed the sky, sweeping

It was a pale light in darkness; my hopes were felled
On the edge of oblivion with sullen thoughts, I dwelled

My eyes tormented, I searched for benevolence anew
How I longed to take flight, trading grey skies for blue

In need of faith and courage instead of dismal dread
I yearned for paradise where happiness is daily bread

I longed to soar among shining stars at great height
No longer bemused and alone on such a mawkish night

I wished for wings so I could soar with poetic volition
Without fetters keeping me tied to melancholy perdition


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Hunter and Monkey

Once upon a time, there was a swift hunter
Chased deep into the distant dense forest
While searching for animals, he saw a tiger
Roaring, footslogging to a fresh meat nearest
The hunter rushed to a vine, climbed on the tree
Where he met the mother-monkey and her tot
He begged to temporary stay with the monkey   
Both looked down: Tiger gated at tree-root spot 
They agreed to take turn to be a trust sentry   
The tiger ordered the monkey to kick man down  
He is the killer of our neighbors and your family  
Sorry! Wise act is to help life even with faults

Late at night, the tiger had a smooth trickery
Hey man! Your wife and kids miss you tonight  
I’ll let you go home if you push down the monkey
Your wife and kids can’t eat nor sleep, but cry  
Faint hunter envisioned his wife’s tears at dinner 
Somberly pushed the monkey in a dicey trail
The sleepy monkey’s neck held by fawning tiger   
Stupid tiger! Deadly part is at the edge of my tail
Released the neck, turned to the tail of monkey
Abruptly she jumped up to the treetop by vine 
I was sleepy and felt! Now we both are risk-free 
Relax! Nap! Pitiful hunter couldn’t close his eyes

Human Bloom

a child collapsed cold in the garden 
talisman waved with the wind 
violently close to a pardoning-
hardening, molding the kin to her seam inter-winged 
horribly marbling volatile harmony 
azure veins fold under skin- jittering 
gently golden it stings 
effigy holding the strings 
partially fondling close within cartilage-
pieces now bloom into things-
before following- 
thin choreology
thew ending progeny
posed they erode intermittently- 
honestly, 
iridine progeny, 
how are you possibly
watching atrocity knead etymology 
skin abound covering, sleeving impossibly 
sinew renewed where it feeds on bare faucet leaks 
farther it blossoms then seeps something bodily 
oddity, pardon me
lovably blue and it bleeds out so audibly 
fissure pains bottling 
lowly imposingly- 
nearing a prophecy 
budding up slowly to figurehead modesty
petals all grown out- they shelter so somberly
flay splayed out flower-wise neatly and modestly 
peaking autonomy 
inky tear conjuring  
pink from the fostering
nauseously
cautiously failing to breathe

The Devil Dreads the Introvert

THE DEVIL dreads THE INTROVERT

A metonym 
of metonymy,
Introvertishly 
devilish.
Never gets

word famish,
eruption of moods
heated-up in solitary;
Sudden upheaval

wrecks a show.
Even
Devil quivers,
Pampering
the introvert,
Mute saturation 

of ambiance, even
Silence shivers;
Seismic shift...
Outspoken
quietness,

Sullenly silent,
Words token,
somberly sulking.
Raise a dust,

strike our pulse...
what's the fuss?
Carnival of fear,
confusion 'ere there,
Word economy 
is his human anatomy.

Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright© March 2021.

An Infinite Finale In Gray

~

Clouded skies somberly cascade
upon motionless vistas,
floating unrehearsed melancholy hues
where muted feelings roam
on an autumn morning echoing
a weary winter dream

I sit beneath a weeping willow’s
unhurried leaves fluttering
like silent wind chimes,
quietly pacing unheard melodies,
as dandelions seek the sun now
merely an absent reflection in my own tears

And I reminisce of the days when
magnolia petals were our sunrise,
sweetly scenting the virginal dawn
in soft aromatic whispers,
lazily lingering upon our skin
when your smile was my every morning

Now I wait below wilting branches,
listless arches desperately reaching
but never touching the ground,
allowing desolate thoughts to wallow
as the soft earth reclaims me
from an infinite finale in gray
~

Inspired by Sandra Adams poem Crimson Tears

The Sun

The sun vanishes over the horizon,
Leaving tear drops of light in the sky.
I watch it sink -
Solemnly, 
Sadly, 
Somberly -
Past the mountains.
Daylight is your face.
I am in the dark now,
Trying to thrive 
While you are not here.
Your glow is addicting -
It kisses my skin
And caresses my hair
In bright strokes of light.

When you return to me,
My days are filled 
With joy and laughter.
When you leave me,
My nights are lonely and dark.
I wish I could spend
All of my hours
With you, but you leave me
For the other side of the earth
To bring light to other people.

You are my sun,
And I know I am your sun too.

I miss you, my sun.
Please come back to me.

Billie Eilish

Ocean eyes and 
billowing, bulging
covering: the most 
vulnerable parts of you
unspoken
so somberly sad
in the most 
curious places
your style is wild
and your flare overstated
your smile may lie
all she wants
but your eyes tell
the truth
to mine.

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