No matter who you vote for
the government gets in
Left or right, day brings night
with colors gray and thin
The better parts of nature
get worse as time goes on
Bilateral infection
whose cure is woebegone
As hubcaps change in order
the wheels forever spin
Tomato or tomatto
that same old song to sing
A baby leaves its mother
new brick to build the wall
Ramparts trapping all inside
—beyond which prescience calls
(The New Room: May, 2023)
Categories:
woebegone, political,
Form: Rhyme
Sadness in
his downcast eyes;
in tears,
devastated.
His four-legged friend,
birthday gift,
deceased;
just buried.
Poor child,
woebegone.
He still can't
believe his dog died;
keeps asking Mom and Dad
"Why?"
"Is he coming back?"
(Yalto)
"Yalto" is a form invented by yours truly
line 1-15: 3,4,2,4,5,3,2,3,2,3,3,5,6,1,5 syllables
Date written: 07/19/2020
Submitted for...
July Na Or Hm Poetry Contest (Winner: 1st Place)
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Date written: 07/28/2020
Received an N/A in....
STRAND COMPLETELY NEW (11)any theme any form poetry contest
Judged 7/19/2020
Categories:
woebegone, boy, dog, emotions, grief,
Form: Verse
At first glance, it seems to imply that woe,
or extreme sadness, is gone. But let’s know
'wo' simply means "woe, and 'begon'
( from Old English began)
It means, "beset or surrounded by woe."
~X~X~X~
Categories:
woebegone, sorrow,
Form: Limerick
The land known as woebegone
Is a grim and forlorn place,
No good times, none at all
No smiles upon a face.
In woebegone dwells misery
A place where people scream,
And since my love, you left me
In woebegone, I've been.
There is a fabled realm called hope
Where dreams they say come true,
If I ever find it,
My love, will I find you.
Categories:
woebegone, hope, lost love, sad,
Form: Rhyme
Woebegone
Full fifty years ago, late summer, we had planted you...
two tiny, wispy saplings that would grow and grace our lawn.
But mother nature came...lashed her tornado to undue
your beauty with a monstrous hack that leaves us woebegone.
Sandra M. Haight
~2nd Place~
Contest: When A Fourth Line Helps It to Rhyme
Sponsor: Silent One
Heptameter - 7 feet, 9 syllables per line
Judged: 06/13/2018
Categories:
woebegone, heartbreak, storm, tree,
Form: Rhyme
It's Friday and I am feeling so woebegone,
I woke today full of tragic melancholy;
the day is dark with rainfall and I have withdrawn.
I just want to hide so no-one sees my beauty,
oh please no men looking with lust- women with hate;
I woke today full of tragic melancholy.
I look in the mirror trying to concentrate,
deciding to hide in my long hair all Friday;
oh please no men looking with lust- women with hate.
Hood on, I go to the store for a rose bouquet,
velvet red roses I press to my ruby lips;
deciding to hide in my long hair all Friday.
Woeful I am writing and my bleeding pen drips,
I think a poet needs a bit of sad forlorn;
velvet red roses I press to my ruby lips.
Today, poems will be born- from a soul words torn,
it's Friday and I am feeling so woebegone;
I think a poet needs a bit of sad forlorn,
the day is dark with rainfall and I have withdrawn.
_______________________
February 23, 2018
Poetry/Terzanelle/This Woebegone Friday Feeling
Copyright Protected, ID 18-9967-83-01
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Friday Feeling
sponsor, Silent One
Fourth Place
Categories:
woebegone, day, feelings, poetry, writing,
Form: Terzanelle
The Woebegone
As wind begins to blow,
she sobs on her bed.
Is he alive or dead?
She wishes so to know.
Doubts fill up her head.
To doom she seems bound.
Wind makes a mournful sound.
Snow cascading from dismal sky
like her woes - piled high -
buries everything on the ground.
Dec. 29, 2017 for Laura Loo's 10 Lines, 5 Words: Rhyme Contest
Categories:
woebegone, sad,
Form: Rhyme
While destiny ditched me dearly in a dire domain
my lumbering life left me lovelorn in a languishing limbo,
With all of my lackluster longing long gone
my haggard and heavy-laden heart hurts heartily.
~Alliteration contest by Barry Stebbings
Categories:
woebegone, love hurts,
Form: Alliteration
Alfred was a man of magic; world-renowned was he.
Wealth and joy were his. Of sorrowing he could not conceive
until that day his one beloved, sweet May, died tragically.
No pretty scarves or flowers does he now pull from his sleeve.
Vanished is his smile. Woebegone without his wife, he can only grieve.
Written Oct. 26, 2016 for The Least Viewed Poetry Contest of Marugu MO
as troubles keep appearing like rabbits out of his hat. . . his smile vanishes
Written Oct. 11, 2016 For the Sad One Liner Contest of Silent One
I am using this monoku because it had the least views of all my poems that are more than a week old. Some of my current poems have fewer views, but that is because they have not been posted up too long. That is why I am using this one.
Categories:
woebegone, people, stress,
Form: Quintain (English)
across the distance
the somber nimbus lean out
without outcast sun
3-21-2016
Categories:
woebegone, nature,
Form: Haiku
Rumpled clothes and dirty shoes
looking like he's heard bad news
eyes averted, face downcast
or is he hiding from his past?
Searching for a subway token
spirit crushed and heart that's broken
listening to the angel's voices
rotten luck or rotten choices?
Ruffled hair on balding pate
always looks like running late
tear tracks crust on wrinkled face
how did he end up in this place?
Poaching from the big green bin
doesn't care who's watching him
finding smelly buried treasures
does he feel relief or pleasure?
Find a cache of empty bottles
stuff in pockets, off he waddles
to the place that pays him cash
remind him why they call it trash?
Counts his bounty once, then twice
always tries to act real nice
never trust in case they cheat
rules for life, or just the street?
People show disgust or pity
traumatizing life in city
teaches lessons that he's learned
can you give the thing he's earned?
Born a man; he's someone's son
once one of us; now woebegone
for he that's fallen through the cracks
do we just leave him on the tracks?
Categories:
woebegone, imagery, poverty, society,
Form: Rhyme
Love woebegone - footles
Affair
Despair
Adorn
Forlorn
Dreamer
Screamer
August 19th, 2014
For Andrea's contest- Let's keep footling around
Ranked 7th
Categories:
woebegone, lost love,
Form: Footle
The clouds rain blood.
The heavens feel my pain.
The angels in discomfort.
Prophets descend from their heavenly
seat, to unveil knowledge of life in my dreams.
Moses part my ocean of tears and finds my heart.
He leads me to the land of healing words and the
calming sound of the lord songs.
The seal of david bestowed on my mortal
heart beat. Jesus turns my blood into bliss.
Ill never drown in tears again.
Categories:
woebegone, inspirational, life, sad, uplifting,
Form: Free verse