Short Pitifully Poems

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

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I'd pitifully be of loves absence.
No hugs warmth, and soft kisses awaits naught.
Walking about endless paths of nonsense.
Seeking therein a world wherefrom time waits not....

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A small figure
In flannelette nightie
Left alone and defenceless
In a world of rejection;
Stands,crying pitifully
With arms outstretched
Reaching for the hand of love-
Only to be denied....

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My strength
Is my weakness.
I fall so easily,
Unaware of all my pitfalls.
Then, I cry pitifully for mercy,
And a hand lifts me up again.
Today, I gain reprieve.
God’s love gives me
My strength....

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The papers lay pitifully on the wooden pile
Hungry for a scholars ink
The pen pine to be touched 
Not with empty inspiration
But words that drip endlessly
And there I sit
Watching their anguish
Not Bard of Avon or Homer
Just an infamous poet
Who Yearn to be loved...

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Presumably possibly permitting pairs of problems pertinently pertaining to
paraphrasing pitifully passes out postulates.

Good heavens. Did I actually write that and is it really an alliteration?
I need a contradiction category contrary to popular belief.

James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran...

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If you were a lover 
I’d tire of loving 
instead, I nurse 
and soothe 
as an ulcer 
reminded when 
I or anyone 
commits a misdemeanor 
that given your delicate state 
it burns pitifully, and you 
pained beyond the measure 
flare, charring my skin 
as I hold on, 
stomp out the flames 
and bring you back, again....

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Compassion has lost its passion
Hope looks pitifully at pity
Pathologically pathetic
Where does love go
so lost
conversations ricochet off my mind
time has become so timid
Feeling less apart
than part
begging not to know
not knowing how to beg
never alone
when the loneliness never leaves
and the sad is never noticed...

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Pandemonium packs a powerful punch,
persisting pitifully in its path.
Such a pretentious, pernicious prat,
pilfering everything;
Producing panic.

I’ll make pandemonium pay;
Penning a poem that puts
Pratt pandemonium in it’s place, 
permanently.


10-23-2020
Alliteration 004 (I prefer old poems) Poetry Contest
Poet Destroyer A...

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Natalia Andrea Larranaga Fajardo 

Here lies one who died pitifully
She would have sought anonymity,
But publicity stole away her privacy
She threw herself off a ship at sea.
Trying to salvage her favorite flip-flops
And got sucked into the vessel’s props. 

Written December 4, 2022
[as reported by San Andres, Colombia
newspaper on November 27, 2022]...

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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 cannot believe?
How can I regain my joy,
If my heart is not employed?
How can I avoid the noose
If I've lost my only muse?...

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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 it weren't meant to be walked down and turned
Growth is not just something plant-based it's a lesson in us all that need be walked and learned...

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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 of clay tightly in his fist; 
Death has his hands on him, 
Moving alongside him, through the mindless brook; 
Bearing him without mercy; stealing from humanity so helpless....

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I wallow in self-hate pitifully often
Nitpicking every single flaw I have 
But sometimes when I observe myself
From outside my body
I admire myself 
My sturdy vessel that is covered in scars
Child birthing hips
Capable of recreation
Eyes filled with golden nectar
A heart that is home to many 
I’m a creation of God 
I’m precious for being born
Others might think this is not self-love
You fools do not understand that this is
The epitome of self-love—...

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