Dismal Poems - Poems about Dismal

... In desolate wasteland of deprivation, sauntering languidly with my indigent life, I tried tolerantly for so long to smoothen the angularities of our beleaguered bond. Swirling in the......Read the rest...

... “We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty.” — Maya Angelou Dark thoughts offer me great despair, sparking......Read the rest...

...Beneath the pall of an eldritch moon, the library, a mausoleum of forgotten epochs, loomed ominously. Its silhouette, birth......Read the rest...

... The frolic boughs of trees tremble, butterfly-latticed leaves flutter in the trail of summer squall, where the feisty forest plays with foliage. Don’t make your mind a sprawling forest of......Read the rest...

...Gloomy dismal, and forlorn... that's how this day was borne in a Greyling sallow place where death doth reign without a face. In a boneyard of decaying flesh, one fresh abyss was dug to th......Read the rest...

...Drooping petals of ermine white mark end of winter days. Then there follows the purple bright of first saffron displays. Our world of dismal grey departs as comes the colour show to raise th......Read the rest...

...Goliath was a big threat to Israel A giant with intimidating records Of military prowess which turned Israelite soldiers To a bunch of faithless cowards And to an army of lily livered derelicts......Read the rest...

... On the edge of the leaf, spinning, Out of control, glistening Slowly dancing – a waltzlike trembling, glad to see the hesitation of colors, graceful as sun’s reflection on the waters, lakes ......Read the rest...

...POTD 23 Mar 2024 THE PATH WELL TRAVELLED. Two paths diverged, and I was thrown by doubts I had never known To my left, thickly overgrown, w......Read the rest...

... Random moments drip liquid chronicles through my mind. In still moments, there are quiet images, bold and brilliant, baking their shadows into my dreams. I’m in a sea of brokenness, f......Read the rest...

...No gondolas are gliding under bridges, it's a lagoon without classic songs; pigeons are huddled and do not coo, they're frightened by the murky blue! Carlo sings some lovely Neapolitan song......Read the rest...

...We are going to dig to bury our dead: Mother, father, sisters and brothers, Uncles, aunts, friends and strangers. We are going to inter our dead: Archbishop, pastors, Houngans and vicars. The ......Read the rest...

...Driven insane by sorrow, there’s no tomorrow to cure it… Honestly, I’m in vain and so guilty…feeling way less than legit… I’m holding you close in my optimism and its memories along with it Torn a......Read the rest...

... In the misty milepost of the penultimate pathway, at the faint fringe of future obscure, the twilight tune reverberates the requiem for the forlorn tree, silhouetted tranquil against su......Read the rest...

... I lost you a long time ago, over the years fervent feeling of gratitude accumulated layer on layer unexpressed in the niche of my broken heart. I write now with earnest words the narration o......Read the rest...