Sombrely Poems - Poems about Sombrely

...Hilda my partner turned in her bed as the early morning train hurtled by at breakneck speed sending tremors round our dwelling. Those long flowing tresses embrace the shafts of first light so enthus......Read More

...A raven sits alone, perched upon a tombstone, humming an eerie tone, which is sombrely known. This deadly treachery is disturbing my reverie. A shadowy energy, ready for tragedy! My soul ......Read More

...THE MAN MADE FROM THE MASK Why should the world be so cruel to hide all our sighs and smiles? Conspired course of common curtain of our faces masked all the genre in this life's work of art: d......Read More

...They say Have Faith But do they really know Have they seen the light before Have they seen for sure I try to believe But what’s left is we’re alone Sombrely living And forever black clouds ha......Read More

...Earth has not anything to show more dread or drear And reckless would he be of soul to venture by A tragic scene gut-wrenching in its travesty This city now doth fully its mourning weeds wear ......Read More

...I am good, with certitude I do solemnly say, But look without and see this sunlit and splendid day. For is it not true that to be upright in such is so damned easy, But not at all when winds are......Read More

...So much hope for understanding bright, Larking sombrely, vertical as a servant, Reluctance explained, quite irreverent, For the first time feeling justified, right, No matter the obliqueness......Read More

...Quietly Without warning It starts to rise Like a ghost It seeks your demise In chest Of peaceful being It starts to boil Sending her Over the edge Onto dry soil Like dagger through ......Read More

...I sombrely sit in this cold, dingy, dark cellar, A thousand thoughts race around my mind, Some sick, some insane...most repulsive. But they are all mine. My hooded jacket clings around me hidin......Read More

...Gladly the rag falls dead beside the kitchen sink, Grey and brown with coffee grounds and spillage, Dripping pensive ochre on the rim, Sombrely it slipped over the brink And stank of rape and pil......Read More