Wailing Poems - Poems about Wailing

Wailing Edge of Madness

In warmth I lay, the hearth aglow
the winter winds do softly blow
and with the moon’s pale silver light
I sink into the arms of silent night.
the blankets soft the room so still
a peaceful hush a restful thrill.
I close my eyes to dreams I flee
embraced in calm… so blissfully.

But hark—what sound—what eerie cry—
a tremor stirs beneath my

Wailing for her Demon Lover

I used to just paint and not worry about my dogs
Who were running crazily up and down our road
Because I thought it was a slow country lane
I had no idea until one of them dug under the neighbor’s fence
That this road is used by approximately nineteen trucks an hour.
Where are they going? This road leads

Wailing Children

Written: January 16, Contest: 2025 posted Short form, Judged 1/19/2025

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gunshots thud, piercing silence
one mad man, a world of terror
Burnt air__ witnesses
every

Wailing Boy

The other day
I lay for an echo of my heart

The technician scanned my chest and sides
I could hear my heart pant aloud

Oh boy! Was that a chugging train,
a distant wail, water gurgling,
or a rhythmic rub inside an empty tub?

The guy sure was at frantic speed
wailing all the while

Thank the Lord 
He has made sure
we never

Death Tree

It's roots are a foothold
To a mainstay stem
That shoots arms so strong
To hold person and string

Rope and note in his bag
Dire fully, he scrutinizes it
Till he locates a stronger hand
Fit to send him to dead-land

Throngs are amassed, astounded
Officers seek for testaments
His loved ones are richly wailing
Now he's like a drooping ceiling

Wailing Crows

The grey crows light cavern, wailing in web tavern
as lemurs juice pattern, sky from earth to Saturn.

Wailing Idols of Wood

Under the sun and moon, flawed men linger in the cold 
Who in the mist of darkness, cut and rip apart trees eons old 
While stepping on grass and insects for wood to be sold 
Deaf to the pleas the light within makes to them while men seek for gold 
To make for themselves gods

The Morning Cuppa

I love it, 
Our morning ritual of tea,
Just you and me.
But the milkman, and the maid
The kids wailing, 
Like the newly awoken dead
Won’t have it. 
Gotterdammerung 
They scream.
Or something 
That sounds 
Just like it.

Tea gone cold.
The morning 
Feels old.

The Wailing Wall

People today are fat, not swift,
So The Western Wall needs a lift*
But here's the rub 
An ancient tub
Saves each tear as temple gift 

*(lift="elevator")

Sound of Sorrow

They have slept with their fathers
Shall we seek for revenge?
Even the emotions could no longer contain our sisters
All we sing now is dirge.
I could hear the wailing of infants and cry of women
the sound of swords clanging and shouting of men  
Everywhere... I see darkness
Death! like we had no fortress
Shall we seek for revenge?
...

The Western Wailing Woolysaur

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A first for archeology
The Western Wailing Woolysaur
He’d never spotted one before 
Neither had he seen one dead
It’s very spikey and it’s red
The spikes it has are everywhere
Some poke through its wooly hair
It’s wailing cries assault the ears
Imagine the primeval fears
Of prey that found this crimson beast
With all its spines, prepared to feast
He

A Threat of War

A Threat of W A R

So weep, dear world, as 
The bear advances.
The bear with his trainer named Putin,
Loved by none, now  not even his own.
So end your roar, dear bear!
As Putin thrills to cause disarray,
Loving his terror — that weapon
He’s loosed again, yet again —
On the world’s lesser…
His finger on a trigger,
Making the

A Wailing Ghost

Up sharp plus weak
bear with peak schism
light ark love reigns.


Written: January 10 2022

Wailing Willow

Willow wail
Through spoil storms
Trend is harsh.
Strength is right.
Glory grace conceals life's grief.
Our souls yearn for home.


Written: January 09, 2022

I Hear Wailing Screaming Keening

deep in the back of a forty acre plot of land
there is a house most cannot abide 
many have heard the rumors and still cannot find it
I hear wailing screaming keening shrieks
from the house of the dead
being clairaudient has its drawbacks 
when you add clairsentient to that, it is crazy
I smell the smoke, and my

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