Forsook Poems - Poems about Forsook

..."The Wife's Lament" or "The Wife's Complaint" is an Old English/Anglo Saxon poem found in the Exeter Book, which has been dated to 960-990 AD, making it the oldest English poetry anthology. "The Wife......Read the rest...

...Behold the day of tumultuous turning With the sting of betrayal in the heart still burning When all seems gone, dead and lost And the heart is unable to measure the cost. The enemy pushes the d......Read the rest...

...By George (burn hing* hard), I Shaw tried to be a stinking playwright offers his unsolicited tidbits as scene courtesy the following virtually staged philosophical insight. Arch back like......Read the rest...

... All Wrong Perhaps you are all wrong, Chanting a cheap imitation song, Trying to peer-pressure-belong. It’s the devils-sweet-song, But eternity is hellishly long. Think! Don’t......Read the rest...

...Memorial Day – 2024... origin of holiday Strong and brave men and women gave their level best crème de la crème strongest and bravest leaving grieving significant others with emotional ago......Read the rest...

... THEN I was carefree, and I wished to live forever, and yet always inside me was the knowledge that I would grow by learning more and taking on new responsibilities. Trials taught ......Read the rest...

...Why NOT me? In the shadow of the womb I lay. Tiny and helpless, not yet on display. Unknown to the world, silently I grow; A life in waiting, with oh, so much to show. But fate decides, with......Read the rest...

...I, a window-flower, and he, a winter breeze, carrying along the birds, the butterflies, and bees Quiet strength's my power putting chipmunks at ease-- munching seeds, without words looki......Read the rest...

...I ran here and I raced there All the time, all places, anywhere, As if possessed I was adamant and rested not even for a moment. I had the riches and all the fun Basking under a robust sun, I......Read the rest...

...A temple bell clangs through echoing ears. My vision today could turn a green leaf brown. Why do I tilt my head like a bird just to see its reflection in a muddy puddle? Why the need to know ......Read the rest...

...Roses spread with lace garter; Boutonnière and charter. Green meadow eyes clung to lass. Juliet was upper class. A shepherd was he, with crook. All gentle men, she forsook. Under the willow, th......Read the rest...

...I relished being hungry for leftover Thanksgiving pop slop gloppy grub (a poetic partial fiction blended, diced, fricaseed, marinated, mixed, pureed, sautéed, stewed... with fact) Hmm... ......Read the rest...

...Written: September 19, 2023 Mocking The Dead Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Silent One "Do not be afraid of death. Death transforms to something wider. Death is where it all......Read the rest...

...Excerpt from “fake” encomium given years ago... at Lake Wobegone High School (my alma mater), and recently discovered ridiculous rough draft amidst plethora of junk emails while practice read......Read the rest...

...Suffer most, who have more Subtle beguiled For each soft-eyed animal Woman and child. By hand, word, unfeeling. Even a look. Whose helpless needs, touch God's heart By man forsook.......Read the rest...