how long and sourly sobs the lonely heart
depends on how grave the weight which grieves the tears
pouring from the despondent spirit’s pores.—
a witness, too, will know the surly sort
of rain that beats down harshly on the court
called Sorrow Drive.—sure seems like nothing cheers
up the—nor nothing soothes the—nasty fears
nesting in somber nooks.—no, only art
comes close to curing spiritual sores.—
but even it leaves quite untouched the cause.—
able only to act as numbing gauze,
art is the first of many guarded doors,—
engraved on its threshold,—and colorfast—:
“seek you now to enter your wounded past?”
Categories:
sourly, anger, emotions, feelings, grief,
Form: Italian Sonnet
For some reason not even the earth could change my mind
The wind banging against my ears
And the dark night couldn't disguise it.
The oak trees could protest their judgement
And the ocean can keep wailing
But my ignorance can oversee it.
For some reason,there were more leaves than before.
The owls cries were easily ignored
Likewise, not even the doves were heard.
Reluctant, I had started to embrace the seasons
And with that, the leaves finally cleared
The ocean soothed
The oaks no longer croaked
For once
I felt blissfully unaware.
Yesterday everything was so loud
But tonight was so quiet
Even my mind no longer protested.
The only protests were the thumps of my very own heart
Even though the snow sourly embraced me
Summers' own spiteful touch lingered.
On that edge
A minuscule path of dying dignity
The seasons grew louder
For whatever reason.
And even in my bittersweet death
I was still nature's child
Caressed by mother nature herself.
November
Categories:
sourly, angst, grave, grief, mental
Form: Free verse
I
I am
I am in
I am in poetry
I am in poetry soup
I am in poetry soup to
I am in poetry soup to stay
I am used to sourly,
salty, dryly, whyly
and sweety foods
Because the mix up
foods are medicaments
If John the Baptist ate Scopions
Who am I to complain about free combinations
of some delicous soups
which I am given in poetry soup?
I am happy with different menus.
It always my choice to select my favourite recipes
to eat in 24 hours daily
Just my choice , Just my choice
Just my choice, Just my choice
Just my choice, Just my choice
Because cooked foods
is always available.
Sourly, salty,whyly, dryly and sweety...I like it!
Sourly, salty,whyly,dryly and sweety...I like it!
Sourly, salty,whyly, dryly and sweety...I like it!
July 3/2023
Categories:
sourly, courage, encouraging, motivation,
Form: Other
A crook speaks sweet words to crook
But his heart is sourly.
The lemon tastes sour
But it is healing diseases.
The healer mix up the sour and sweet juice
And it is a medicine.
The medicine heals the bitter bite,
Bitten by the bees
And the bees give honey.
The honey is very sweet
And the sugar cane gives the sweet juice.
The sweet juice become
Sugar and it cannot be mixing with salt
To give sweet taste.
Published December 2015
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
Book: Remember your roots,
Honey and milk in Africa Only
Categories:
sourly, 12th grade, hurt, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Serenading sea shore she strolls singing spring song
Sauntering solo she suffers squall’s surge so strong
Steep slippery slope’s sticky silt sucks, so she slips
Swelling surfs submerge, salty sap she sourly sips.
_______________
June 29, 2022
Contest : Begin With A Letter
Sponsored by: Angela Tune
Categories:
sourly, adventure, humorous, sea,
Form: Rhyme
Why must I beg pardon?
Has been our great question;
When you and I battle,
Vessels at home rattle;
I say yes; you say no,
Matters so silly though;
I swear; you swear; sourly,
Dogs and cats laugh wholly...
You are old; I am old,
Our looks have turned ice-cold;
Ego, yet, like a spring,
In us, plays monarch-swing...
When we ask each other,
At end of each whether;
We find the same reason,
Yet pour the same treason...
In the end, it's a jest,
Our true love, dear, does quest,
To explicitly test,
Whose love is best of best...!
08 April 2022
Categories:
sourly, life, love,
Form: Rhyme
*Reassured*
Amidst the glitzy party, I wallow in suffocation,
Secluded in the bathroom – my apt accommodation.
Trapped within the hollow walls, I weep aloud,
Brutally slapping myself until my brain clouds.
My nerves throttling, I strangle myself,
Sourly oblivious to my true self.
I want to end this relentless agony,
And glide blissfully into eternal serenity.
Thrashed and unraveling, I am not a coward,
Frittering away is my will to carry forward.
My body completely bashed by bruises,
Depleted, I mumble self-loathing abuses.
Wearily battling my inner turmoil,
A stream of defeats left my rope coiled.
My roommate recognized my detrimental behaviour,
With one considerate gesture, she became my saviour.
Her empathy liberated me from the mental anguish endured,
By seeing my worth, my value was reassured.
My roommate’s understanding blessed my life,
Grateful to her for helping me battle my unyielding internal strife.
Categories:
sourly, appreciation, mental illness,
Form: Free verse
Gloaming hast come to greet min once again
Thy scent must have faded in my mem’ry
Longin’ for the old days cloying-cold pain
A stolen gaze of serendipity
That one selcouth-soothing scent in my life
Wend extensively depth in my lone soul
Thy countenance set mine heart to ignite
This fate converged the dawn and eventide
Fugacious affection, short-lived romance
Eulogized the inscribed poems of the stars
But tree had to lose grip on foliage hand
To fall and kiss the ground and tree bear scar
The zephyr’s love turned to sourly-sweet breeze
Only thy morning dew scent sends me peace.
Categories:
sourly, love, memory,
Form: Sonnet
The dying from torture should this resist,
Over the struggle to hang on persist;
His would-be killers punishing badly or a little
-Like glass taking for the still brittle-
With teeth that still understand ‘How to bite’
And palms over groin he could make ‘very tight’.
This is the striking of balance:
To assassins giving not the cheapest chance
And for their blood-red quest
Forcing them to ascend a steep hill;
No granting of idiots a quarter of easeful rest!
A proof that one’s slaughter goes with a high bill
And complete rejection of one’s easy self sale
Plus torturers’ packaging of a hilarious tale.
Always pyrrhic victors killers should be made
To sourly tamper with victory from your separated head;
Their speedy lighting of bright festive bonfire
Or for it arranging one too many Michelin tire.
Categories:
sourly, bullying, death, fate, violence,
Form: Rhyme
Remember when we took that trip
well now I'm lost in my mind
trying to think of reasons
to support deaths lie
thinking back to the day we met
a day I now so sourly regret
when I let you in for that second
I fear that it is death I beckoned
In every moment the closer he came
but I fear I was blinded by loves flame
to the extent I did not notice him invade
and his actions that night we could not evade
for he took her soul and my heart
now I am but a piece or a part
of the man that once was
for now in my mind, I'm lost
Categories:
sourly, death, night,
Form: Rhyme
Joe Schmidt grew up the Eastern Bowery
His upbringing was less than flowery
He robbed a few banks
And a few more pranks
After which his whole life turned out sourly.
Categories:
sourly, humor,
Form: Limerick
She swims on streaming sonata of spring song,
sailing slow sings solo in squall surge so strong,
slips on sheer slippery slope of sticky silt sheets,
on split Sitar of snapped strings she sourly sits.
December 25, 2020
Contest : Tongue Twister Challenge
Sponsor : Joe Sandler
Categories:
sourly, humorous, word play,
Form: Alliteration
Oh, Autumn, our beauty, our bridge. Most times, you are very good; but sometimes, your season brings the BAD*. Only on rare occasions do things turn ugly. Usually, when I think of you, I am GLAD. But right now, my thoughts of you are SAD. I am sorry to be the one speaking so SOURLY, but their are thousands being forced to FLEE their homes in PAIN, leaving everything BEHIND with very little TIME to escape the FLAMES. This Fall, you are not your BEST in the WEST; smoking, burning fast and furious like acres of beasts out of control and gone wild. In the meanwhile, our windows are closed; no inside night breezes; the sun and the moon are red, smoke has invaded the SKY, and everything is very DRY. Our town is still better than most for which we are grateful. Let's pray for fire fighters and their families; for residents in the line of fire; for low temperatures and wind breaks. Oh, Autumn, we are praying for rain.
090920PSCtest, Autumn-Fall Rhyme Challenge, Tania Kitchin
*Rhyme words are in CAPS
Categories:
sourly, fire, god, rain,
Form: Rhyme
Such swings the Muses' wail
to him that laxly trail
and her too, prone to frail
when we are out of jail
with truly turgid tongues
singing sourly sweet songs.
A sense and some music
comedy and tragic
of a form in a flow
dangling on minds as snow
on a smooth sloping roof
it's just gobbledygook.
Categories:
sourly, art, feelings,
Form: Alexandrine
Its a sweet sourly taste
That leaves the emphasis wrapped in a blessing
Showers happiness accomplished through sadness
Its a survival through intelligence
A past formulating the current
Presently mediating the next century
Seeing scarce resources being utilised
Distinguishing of things
Its the pain becoming known
Revelation of the shadow
I SENSE TOMORROW IS THE FUTURE POERTY CONTEST
SPONSORED BY SHERI FRESONKE HORPER
Categories:
sourly, mystery, poetry,
Form: Free verse
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