Lamentation Poems - Poems about Lamentation

All birds mourn sadly when all the flowers are gone - at end of springtime...

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Colors once blossomed radiantly Filling the canvas with life and hope Brightening even the darkest room With love and prosperity The ceiling once stood tall and proud Even in the face of the worst storms The walls were a profound comfort In the deepest of desolation People once congregated here Filling the room with laughter As smiles peppered every face It was but a sense of...

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I am a wallflower, Tall yet not. And despite my lush colors, I’m stuck in one spot. I see everything, From arguments and friends. I can even see How the television ends. I often wonder, Why am I? To be stuck on a wall For them and not I. Why am I here? Wilting and withering away. Shouldn’t it be better, If I didn’t stay? I am a wallflower, I’m stuck in...

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In days of yore, when wisdom's mantle shone Teachers were revered, their honor like a throne Despite meager pay, they earned respect and fame As bookcraft wise men, guiding learners through life's maze and flame Parents held them dear, as pointers of truth and light Learners treated them with care, in morning's golden light Teachers respected themselves, as models of virtue...

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september laments while the passages of time ~ end her fashion show autumn's falling leaves where trees stand stark sentinel ~ skylines silhouette natures saving grace leaves silently lie in...

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My country is in quandary today It's going to be an anarchy Leadership is in a black hole Being incompetence I should say Demonstrations, rallies everyday The hope of good governance seems Is in oblivion and brewing war is coming I love my country, this is all I have I just want progress to my people Why does democracy so elusive to embrace My simple...

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The seashore holds me in grief entwined with moss and nettle; while thud of echoes returns more shrill than a gull's lament... In decibels of love passing I hunger for night's soft caress....

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Sophia laments the flute ~ for it silences man's voice of wisdom...

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Drop of tear Splash the floor She remain still Until the gush of wind tilt Oh my goodness Why I have to face such freak No one deserve to be treated Like this Holy moly even the season Change with it's pace Look, being human My life depends on others hand Heart pound every sec Tickle of rain drop Swept my Pain Wind whisper near my ear " Fight yourself...

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In the bitterness of my soul  I wept sore in my solitude  Wallowing in my sorrowful spirit  I lost the sense of my whole  For how long shall I continue in this service? For how long shall you torment my spirit? Your words have become like a dagger to my heart Piercing it into pieces on a daily basis  Your actions have become...

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At the announcement of your presence  My blood ran like the sounds of hell were chasing them  Causing my heart to beat faster out of fear Yet, at the sight of your handsomeness  My soul suddenly becomes peaceful At the sound of your voice  Like in the midst of the sounds of angels My heart rejoices As though it were listening to the...

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In the highest peak of my heavenly life I wanted to flow down Through the gates of my grave without any strife The place where I now drown I’ll never feel the warmth of the life-giving Even the living sun Who dwells in the Pleroma of the living I’ll never see that son The Adamas of Light born from Daveithia...

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This world seems not my home, It’s just a vacuum full of disappointments! Where you do good for the fellows and be repaid nothing. Be their witness for their win, them witness for you to be in prison. You drag them from a small hole of insects, them ready to push you into a den of lions. Give them...

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I desire nothing more than a chance; Under my silence lies a heap of words; And my lips never hesitate to twitch at their scratch, As the find their way out of my heart; But then the inner little man holds them back Because when I speak; The pile of bitterness comes with floods of tears, And the bunch of dark memories...

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This is a fictional conversation between a fictional young Nazi and a fictional young Jew (I made them up entirely, they are not characters from one of the holocaust books I've read); both of whom share the same sentiments to the point of the following lines being interchangeable. That is, either of them could have...

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