Best Lament Poems

I have no sorrow, for sorrow is small,
And can't be held guilty for choices made.
Reflections are scrawled on my mind's dark wall,
And will leave stains as they begin to fade.
Time passes without a sense of motion.
My lost dreams disappear with wrinkled skin.
Traveled paths contain my...

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She lovingly smiles at him each evening
dressed in palest silk, a gossamer gown,
brushed with hints of silverdust shadows.
Her shapely fullness casts a womanly glow
across his surface in ripples of light.

Enthralled by her shimmering beauty,
he waves to her from Baltic blue depths
of his longing and unspoken...

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Lament not, oh worthy lama
This life is but a dream
Live in joy, free from fear stigma 
Things are not what they seem

Childlike, given to play
To rhythm divine sway
Keeping ego at bay

Be self-taught
Lament not

13-December-2021
Quietus ...

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The sun has set and evening falls.
A silver sliver-moon hangs high
above my house; behind its walls
I’ve made my bed, and here I lie.

I think of times star light, star bright,
a girl who never questioned why
she dreamed awake with all her might.
I’ve made my bed and...

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I mourn for the death of my former youth,
     a time of innocence and naive bliss
which hid from me life's dark, unpleasant truth,
     but now holds all the pleasures that I miss;

a time of handsome beauty, brawn,...

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I feel I have appendicitis,
Or a bad case of bursitis,
And I think I need another tonsillectomy.
I'm sure I got a staph infection
From a tetanus injection
While I was prepping for a hemorrhoidectomy.
I've got cataracts and shingles,
When I cough my kidney jingles,
And my muscle tone's diminished due...

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The drip is connected to my right arm
It works, as they say, just like a charm
I'm delirious with joy, must be morphine
Here comes the best nurse you've ever seen

My knee was connected to my thigh, they say
My back once connected to my spine, but nay
No...

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I have no spirit.
I have no soul.
I am nothing more than a terrible troll.
I’ll never see Heaven,
And this is my Hell,
To be shunned by all men and the fair mademoiselle.

I was made by a madman,
Assembled from parts
Of decaying cadavers, and life from a spark.
My twisted...

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Bruises disappeared, cuts and scratches gone
The scars inside will never heal
The roses are beautiful, your promises empty
You'll never know the way I feel

Self esteem removed, dignity stripped
Emotions drained, each day the same
How pathetic can you be to think
Somehow, some way, I might be to blame.

A...

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From A Sad Book, A Poet's Deep, Heartfelt Lament  

Fear I, morn brings not glistening of dew
That in youth's vanished seeds of demise
Wisps of shadows in dark meadows grew
Midnight sent forth melancholy surprise.

Alas, soft wings of hope fled far away
As falling leaves of silence...

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As the last petal falls
upon trembling twigs,
and the heart withers,
like nocturnal stars
weeping in a casket~
of ice-laced sepals,
soaked in searing silence,
cloaked in thistles of nothingness,
let Cleopatra’s amulets
dress your blurred horizon,
embroidered with
              empty promises.

I...

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He lost his job, now drives a rig.
The pros are small; the cons are big.
A sleeper cab is his abode
on tedious and lonesome road.

In Old West days, a steed he’d mount;
now yellow lines he cannot count.
A steady stream, long have they flowed
on tedious and lonesome...

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~My Bereaving Eulogy~ 


Time seemed to pass so much faster than I expected,
All the love, loss, passion and things I have neglected.

How many times have I lost a special loved one?
Well, now I am the loss, I'm so...

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eyes of deepest blue
lips sweet as maple syrup...
his dog loves him too...

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Over harvested fields —

I walk beneath the fading afterglow
of a forgotten lantern   a path worn
by wanderers older than the scroll of Zeno
its damp salve seeping through my coat
into my bones

Fog an Erebian curtain   a Stygian veil
barn swallows following
susurrus secrets of the...

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