World Weary Poems - Poems about World Weary

...The mind is a traveller, on an earnest quest apart, link road to the innermost, signpost for bold hunch, meaning is a hazy sky, lay-by as mere pause, quietly we trudge in tight bands, but ne......Read the rest...

...Evening is settling in. I empty my basket at the counter. A pint of vodka (the kind that comes in plastic bottles), a bottle of ’Tums’ antacids. A box of frozen French Bread Pizza. A jar of j......Read the rest...

...Cut loose, cast adrift from all I set out to accomplish. Thrown to the other shore by a stream I was sure would carry me to the sea. Stranded at the source words replaced thought, images replace......Read the rest...

...We who spangle wet eyes, salute proudly our unflinching eyebrows. We are the rubber band of rubber soldiers; we who bundle the truth up-tight, we war poets that never served demand respect. ......Read the rest...

...A moment long ago The farmer said he needed sand for the fenced-in chicken run Off we went, hooking the cart to our tiny female horse that had been so sweet a foal, she was named Dokka (doll) T......Read the rest...

...Symphony sounds 52 sings his solitude song My eyes feast, salivate for a taste My quilted heart begins to fray I am troubled Vibrant, yet strung out on hope and desire Princess of placid, pat......Read the rest...

...I am lovelorn, she ditched me If she comes back, what then? The wounds she inflicted on me If they begin in heal, what then? The memories that I hold so dear If they begin to fade, what then......Read the rest...

...World-weary, war-torn, weather-beaten A poet is but a beleaguered soul, A hopeless wanderer, a rootless wayfarer Misunderstood often Misinterpreted, ridiculed Scorned by his lady luck Spurned b......Read the rest...

...Dawn arrives in a dark widow’s shawl. A hard sea rubs raw the knuckled bones of the shore. The first thing a sailor sees as he dreams of arrival are the white hands. Sometimes the hands are la......Read the rest...

...world weary of iambics and prose ~ work with inkwells write from your soul WORK PERSPECTIVE MONOKU Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Beata Agustin how many syllables (17) 05/05/22......Read the rest...

...I dreamt I owned a 1939 Buick. Later, I realized I did not, but wondered: could tommy-gun wielding gangsters still be historically relevant without running-boards? A very cool car, just ask ......Read the rest...

...My vacuum cleaner’s broken, sits in the garage gathering dust Beside dad’s old green car, oxidising an orangey rust I tried washing it last week, and the water turned to wine Well the colour......Read the rest...

...I look outside my window, at the trees growing bare I stare at speckled leaves, piling random everywhere I watch them decompose, death’s clogging up my air I want to rot with them, on the sidewal......Read the rest...

...Labyrinthia P. Babineaux …………… The White Witch of the Lower 9th Ward Papa Babineaux …………………………… The Father, an honest apothecary Algebra Babineaux ……………………… The even-tempered Mother B......Read the rest...

...Battered by the harshness of life Blindsided by Fate Abandoned by their gods These world-weary tattered souls living on misguided beliefs and shallow ideals, They are unable to break free from ......Read the rest...