Best Pitifully Poems

As a misty autumn succumbs to winters harsh chilling grasp.
The sky turns bleak and hues of shrouding grey.
The ominous days unfold shorter and colder.

The remnants of vegetation lie pitifully withered and sparse,
as nature rests dead and in the throws of decay.
Early morning frost like sprinkled...

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Restless, roving soul
needing, reaching, grasping
aching, antsy, anxious
impatient since birth
my soul is a gypsy
wandering the earth

I delve the depths
for spiritual solace,
that place of rest-
scouting rough terrain
searching, probing, seeking
habitats humane

Empty hateful faces,
“GOD-forsaken” spaces-
this place is a wasteland
breaking my heart
humanity desecrated
all falling apart

Bohemian gypsy soul
deviant, despised
traversing the expanse...

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As a misty autumn succumbs to winters harsh chilling grasp.
The sky turns bleak and hues of shrouding grey.
The ominous days unfold shorter and colder.

The remnants of vegetation lie pitifully withered and sparse,
as nature rests dead and in the throes of decay.
Early morning frost like sprinkled...

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DE-FABL
Darkness Eternaly Forced Away By Love
By:Jessica Trotte AKA RECK


He slips away silently, to escape mothers screams
and crawls so softly, into bed, into dreams
his thoughts became so dark, full of misery and dread
and dreams repeated over and over, where he became dead
left to one escape, escape...

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It was the best of tines; it was the worst of tines.
    It lay, distraught, in silence on the road.
He came around the curve, saw it too late to swerve;
    the puncture caused his front tire to explode.
A silver-plated...

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Sentry is the sunset, as I de and compress
Optimism is a way to scrub the hopelessness
Perhaps I'll escape perdition with a healthy dose of beauty paste
Will insecurities vanities blind me pitifully to the incoming waste
No, this corner would not be built into the path if...

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Infinitely I long for 
Someone to write a song for. 
Dismally I claim to be
Content with being lonely. 
Pitifully I fake my glee
While my sorrow wallows slyly.
Regretfully the truth is:
I think I have lost my bliss. 
But how, I pray, does one retrieve,
Thoughts they now...

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O'Bright Star, Thy Bright Gleamings True Hearts See

O'Bright star! will thy gleam this sad heart sate
    with splendor of glow, quench our dying thirsts
Thy exquisite beauty, mankind debates
    as well, bold shining depths of thy starbursts.
  
Why gift...

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Put on a happy face
when I release taut fingers 
from your pallid cheeks.
Promises and empty lies 
are sported clichés
that spoil a silenced vocabulary.
A quieted understanding we've
vocally committed to;
barks a matted-jackal’s constitution -
perceiving morose consequences
of blind subservience.
Put on a happy face
and fetch me dinner.

Ever flickering nuances,
once...

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Out in a rainfall;
Hopeful but woeful waters,
Pitifully falls...
Lightning wretchedly dances,
Thunders echoed and resound......

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Shame on those who malign the green bean casserole!
It gustatory delightfulness I shall e'er extol!
With 'fork in cheek' I'll take nonbelievers to task,
And their foibles and biases will strive to unmask!

Folks who disdain this dish ain't tellin' the truth.
Their culinary tastes are so pitifully uncouth!
I'd...

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Alone in the night gazing at the beauty
of a celestial masterpiece yet untouched by the cover of cloud,
an unrelenting silence is interrupted by the insistent ticking
of an old grandfather clock in the parlor.

A candle with a dual wick, 
rests upon a table made of knotty...

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All these muffled mumble mouths are farting gas,
with a less complex range than an enslaved ahss,
inspiration sadly discarded as they spas,
the rap I grew up with is a thing of the past.

Talent? Witch please, mumble's a disease,
contracted through the legs or the knees,
they don't bounce...

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Come Father, become human and kind...
sit at my  blessed and abundant table,
and have a dialogue with me!
Many questions assumed for myself:
like uncotrollable rivers flooding their banks...
pitifully susceptible to oblivion;
a disaster so real and not too stealthy...
come Father,suspend time!  

Indisputible are Your commandments
that make...

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As I look pitifully at the expression of the drowning man; 
Picturing how he works his way, 
Trying his capability; pleading Nature for his life back.
As the going gets helpless, 
The drowning man makes scratches at the bank of the rushing brook;
 Gathering a sum...

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