"dolefully" poems
I see you, love
Dancing on the line of apathy
Self-deprecating voices chatter away in your head
The light of inspiration has dimmed in your eyes
Your heart beats absent-mindedly
Dolefully complacent are your days
In and out- smiles to fool them
Rotating doors of relationships
Faces change- your role play stays the same
Aug 29, 2013
Aug 29, 2013 at 5:06 PM UTC
He barks in the distance
Howling at the moon from jagged cliffs
Anxiously waiting for her response,
Dolefully widened eyes grasp for her
With a warmth withstanding gelid air
Her symphonious ocean drowns his cries
She illuminates her inconsolable sea
Her waves absorbing his mournful song
She reaches for him from high heavens
How terribly she yearns to be with him, just once more
Jan 4, 2023
Jan 4, 2023 at 12:37 AM UTC
I know I have been happiest at your side;
But what is done, is done, and all's to be.
And small the good, to linger dolefully--
Gayly it lived, and gallantly it died.
I will not make you songs of hearts denied,
And you, being man, would have no tears of me,
And should I offer you fidelity,
You'd be, I think, a little terrified.
Yet this the need of woman, this her curse:
To range her little gifts, and give, and give,
Because the throb of giving's sweet to bear.
To you, who never begged me vows or verse,
My gift shall be my absence, while I live;
But after that, my dear, I cannot swear.
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Sometimes you see her admiring herself
In the mirror that's hanging next to the shelf.
And when she does it, oh, how she shines!
Is that, dear cat, how you practice your lines?
She seems not to care if we pay attention,
But maybe right here I ought to make mention
That being an actress, she's disinclined
To always reveal what's going on in her mind.
And she'll never, never tell you her age--
Aphrodite, the cat of the stage.
She says, "You know…I'm not one to cuss,
But when I am hungry, I WILL make a fuss."
Yes, she can certainly put on a scene
And act as though she's an importunate queen.
She says, "My dears, if I'm weak or mild,
I'll never drive the audience wild."
That critical scene is repeated each night--
A regular tour de force all right.
Yes, it's best to try to assuage
Aphrodite, the cat of the stage.
Her eyes were surely her greatest feature;
She THUS scoured the town for a drama teacher,
"Who," she says dolefully, "told me one night he
Could make me a star. ME: Aphrodite!"
But as it turned out, ol' Mr. Mittens
Made her instead a mom of eight kittens.
"But," she says, "THAT'S between you and me.
You know how I like my privacy."
It's good to always be on the same page
With Aphrodite, the cat of the stage.
One thing you learn is for her it's the norm
To act a bit slighted when asked to perform.
She must be totally in the mood
Or else she behaves in a manner subdued.
And heaven help you if you are neglectful
Of if her audience is disrespectful.
She'll exit the room like a "cat" out of hell,
And you may not see her for quite a long spell.
You never want to see her rage--
Aphrodite, the cat of the stage.
She sighs and says, "It's such a shame that
Few playwrights write good roles for a cat.
My friends say--when they see me upset--
'Commercials might be a better bet.'
My talents, however, as you might have guessed,
Best fit the stage. But now I must rest."
With that she lifted her nose in the air
And strutted out of the room with great flair.
It's always nice: advice from a sage
Like Aphrodite, the cat of the stage.
-by Bob B (1-24-20)
Jan 25, 2020
Jan 25, 2020 at 8:44 AM UTC
While satellites come close and leave,
whole moons and the swirling dust
of reflective obeyers,
it arrives from distance.
Running a course through weight
from a pencil-thin horizon brow,
it might have streaked across darkness.
With the dead shines behind,
washed clean in a trail of wild flame and
then fallen, bolide broken into cascade.
Or rising to collide,
only skim the surface.
Ruffle the sheets of land,
wrinkle fertile leas and parched sands.
No, to strike full and shudder
the core and extinguish
light and life.
With unswerving smite.
From underestimated range
and unmeasured haste,
a peacock tail drags far behind.
Each one diamond dolefully eyed.
Is this eccentric orbit
the only the path seen?
Fastened to your celestial belt
and looped in an endless trajectory.
Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 11:29 AM UTC
Dolefully trudge to my chamber this night.
Carrying burden of this inimical plight.
Scrawling as a means to drop this weight light.
But alas, who will read these words that I write?
Sep 1, 2016
Sep 1, 2016 at 12:01 AM UTC
A dull doll faced mug
Glinted by unknown light
Dried a drip of ancient drink
Dripped down quite
Hands clasped tight around
A mug of occult confession
Eyes teared as such
A sorrowful expression
Dappled light through glass
Chair scrapped along floor
Spotted plastic tablecloth
Shut tight wooden door
Homemade woollen tea cosy
Lumps of bricked sugar
Kettle whistling dolefully
Clicking stained cooker
Futile arms waving
Closed taught eyes
Sigh of calming thoughts
"Please, no more lies"
Apr 24, 2018
Apr 24, 2018 at 1:12 PM UTC
“Lord have mercy,”
you dolefully sigh,
your song awaiting
my reply.
”Have Mercy on me,”
each chord explains,
your baby is lost
and torn heart pains.
With tired feet
I softly croon
my dark agreement,
a bluesy tune.
I stir my cocoa –
a condoling toast –
and welcome you in
as your lonely host.
Suspended in your
mournful zephyr,
I bear the wounds
you’ll always suffer,
the Atlas burden
that breaks your back,
your scarlet letter
weathered black,
and offer you
my own lament
of how my stormy
Monday went.
Then, like a
wing-footed Gabriel,
he sings his
holy madrigal.
With merciful swiftness
my beloved appears,
and whispers,
”Darling, I am here,”
Then our duet becomes
one person less,
As I am
undone
with
happiness.
May 30, 2011
May 30, 2011 at 9:34 PM UTC
Have you ever missed someone so greatly,
till your heart grieves dolefully from dawn to dusk and dawn,
your soul achingly starves of rendezvous,
yet you let the innocent remain as is.
Only, surreptitiously hoping,
that you two would run into one another unpredictably,
as if mother nature coincidentally let you two converge,
or as the God unexpectedly grants your bedtime prayers.
Because, you barely can stand
having your very own deceptive, polished outer shell
cracked down.
You hardly let the scrupulous persona
envisage your constant cravings
for his perfunctory good mornings, eloquent wordings, and dainty giggles.
And, by no least,
you’re afraid he will sneak into your ice-masked, truthfully fragile personality,
only to discover your non-seraphic quintessence.
Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 12:16 PM UTC
“Life can have its share of tears and heartaches,
Malady and demise dolefully follows us in our lives,
Our souls exist with love laughter family and faith,
Life’s secret of caverns like the songs in your mind,
The enclave of sand rock and lichen reflects well,
Of that was formed ever so enchanting the abyss,
Of the stone with its furtive outlets afore the deep brine,
As it passed by your name a fiery flower than created,
The arduous waves rose like a barrier in the Universe,
A canticle now well beloved all things ode to love,
Earth time sea island life and tide are subsequent,
The sea is the mouth to the universe and tells all,
Flowers on the now spring unfold afore our eyes,
Observing us as if our passions are now in the begin,
Arduous waves of the brine are now burgeoning flowers,
A courtyard now surrounded with passionate flowers,
We were alive together on a macrocosm heretofore,
Yet not alone when the hour of our demise befalls us,
Our love was harvested as that of the fields of grain,
I the knowledge of the sea and you with gold lividity,
Mine exists in the caverns of the soil and sand
Fear not my blossom of life the fire of our love,
Soon loving kisses will join as our mouths,
Cleave perpetually”
By Andrew Guzaldo © 11/15/2018
Oct 15, 2018
Oct 15, 2018 at 7:09 PM UTC
White daisies dolefully kiss your cheeks
as the universe wraps herself around your neck
like a malicious strand of pearls.
Underneath that smile I can see you are drowning
while your insides fervently burn
like the relentless sun in an August sky.
And all of this is because
you insist on cradling the entire weight
of an arbitrary world without my assistance
Jan 11, 2014
Jan 11, 2014 at 8:03 PM UTC
Dolefully trudge to my chamber this night.
Carrying burden of this inimical plight.
Scrawling as a means to drop this weight light.
But alas, who will read these words that I write?
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Heaven in a dark place.
Jokers with no face.
Not a moment free yet not a thing to do.
The theif paints his cell wall.
With crushed plants and they fall.
Ivory clouds speckle the sky of blue.
Deep in the brain stem.
A bulb burning light dim.
Wallows the roots of everything once feared.
Blind marchers guiding.
Hunters found hiding.
Messy brigade leaves the ruins cleared.
Time will move on and on and on and on and on you too soon.
By the time eyes adjust to the sun you'll be seeing the moon.
Sep 19, 2016
Sep 19, 2016 at 9:01 PM UTC
Troubled, bitter and dishevelled
Out into the night he steps
Which way to turn he cannot fathom
In limbo, confused and perplexed
Life’s path, no longer lucid
Hidden beneath gnarled thoughts
Secreting the pledge made long ago
And now proffering a murky course
Feelings gravely stained and worn
Shed tears for love misplaced
They ache for consolation
And her warm, gentle embrace
Promises broken and moments lost
Empty darkness calls
Her nothingness so strangely appealing
Then, dolefully, he staggers forth
May 2, 2010
May 2, 2010 at 10:36 PM UTC
Grandfather's house, knocked to the ground - to dust:
The windows wept when the bulldozer came
Timeworn and ***** and wheezing black smoke,
Just like the drab mills where grandfather moiled.
Children play in the intriguing debris
Where, once, children played on the garden path,
Where grandfather told stories of past things
And the children listened wide eyed, in awe.
The door remains standing, creaking, ajar,
As it yawns in the twilight of the gloom
And the children knock though no one answers
So, they run away for, why should they stay?
Abandoned now, no one, near here, comes by
Except myself in the patience of night
As I tap on the door, though softly now,
Grandfather answers and dolefully smiles.
Aug 15, 2022
Aug 15, 2022 at 3:20 AM UTC
The day imploded
came rushing in to remind me that the night
was but an amalgamation of those minutes
that pin the eyes awake.
I take two moments to acclimatise
unpin the pins pinned on my eyes
and the fading of the fading light finally fades and dies.
I look with infra dead between the lines
and intro sped along the times when all was well
and now it disappears into the room of absented fears
French leave for the grieving and believing I am one of them
the lonely buttered crusts of men I go on
and into further there where the sharp words cut my feet
and bleeding sorely thus I greet
the men to whom that I would speak
of better days
who in their ways have sold a million memories
to hang up on the blowing melodies that seem to crow at me
and if I listened carefully
would say but few words dolefully and this before the breakfast laid upon my lap
the dripping sap
another buttered crust
any yet another dream that turns to dust
but in the cream jug where the poison lies and remnants of the dying light prefer to hide and sit upon the milky way
the lay of it appeals
in laying down something unreal can steal this mind of mine
and use it in some future time to come
cryogenic
hallucifrenic
and I am going down the tubes
before the slide that carries me into the beginning of my darkest day
I say,
'if I would walk a second,fecund and mount the insurmountable'
would I be accountable to myself or to those crusty men?
and to the lady,she who knows where this road goes and leads me to its ending
in the twist and bend will you defend me
fight for and lend me strength?
What is the length of illness measure
what treasure does it hold and
and what on being told the answer
would I answer in return?
The fever of the brow and how the body burns
and burn in turns like you
and we together
would we be forever
severing all ties
even as the fading of the fading finally fades and dies
and can you tell me
can you tell
can you
can.
A crusty buttered dusty battered and man to whom that nothing mattered would like to know
before I go.
Jun 12, 2013
Jun 12, 2013 at 4:11 AM UTC
the lyrics of a forgotten rhapsody
hummed to a tuneless melody
blades of grass dance dolefully
to the mezzo's melancholy
hearts are dark matter
buried deep into the core
imprisoned in cages
bleeding forevermore
The mind of a broken heart rests not.
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 2:01 PM UTC
She was all that, tall and filled
with mathematical curves and points
in languid poses aware
that male eyes grew bigger at her *****
welcome.
*** her legs never stopped growing
and barely touched the ground
poised and ready to pounce
panther like grace and beauty
to wrap around adventure
beckoning.
She wrote poems too
insipid though
moonbeams and roses
love and languish
imaginary lovers, unfulfilled dreams.
That sort of stuff!
I had her figured one whole summer
and my numbers and curves vastly improved
to the touch and taste
and her eyes swelled dolefully
at my cryptic poems
When she went back to hubby
She offered just one comment
on those vast tracts of writing:
Sounds good, but what do they mean?
Honesty makes your heart flutter.
I know that for sure. Winter arrived.
Feb 20, 2014
Feb 20, 2014 at 1:10 AM UTC
Your dark eyes were to die for.
Mine full of sprinkles.
Sprinkles of tears.
My life's focus got a little mislaid when I looked deep inside.
I can say I spied your real being, from the outside looking in.
I never learned, although a learned soul at heart.
Still lost in your eyes.
And poetic art.
Your iris not a flower, but a hollow tunnel of carbon, awaiting a quiet spark.
And at that the tone of the saxophone so dolefully plays.
Threw a deep jazz rhythm into my mind to divert my focus a tiny bit more.
In another life at another time I would be yours and you'd be mine.
That's a certainty.
The time the present, the Christmas gift is inappropriate.
Maybe in a little while the world will work out great.
(C) Livvi
Nov 8, 2014
Nov 8, 2014 at 2:23 PM UTC
she doesn't wanna remember
the last December
there was quiet on the wind
it was as cold as his soul
The girl looked alive
but her heart had holes
she thought she could survive
but it all began in September
she fell in love that she couldn't handle
Dolefully, the boy was a good pretender
All she asked for is to hold his hands all night
to make love until the sun rise
she lived a lie she couldn't get out of it alive
she was unsure anymore if it's love or addiction
she faced a lot of years of adversity
maybe she loved the devil she had became
everyday she felt more vulnerable
she felt normal about feeling the pain
she became a psychopath with no shame
she started doing her bad habits every night
but who could she blame?
something in her beauty ain't right
is the guy who broke her heart we could blame
or love is just a losing game?
she kept thinking..
is this the life she wanted to live?
is this the person she wanted to love?
She knew inside there's still the good person she used to be
she knew what happened to her was a lesson she wouldn't repeat
she was like a lost girl wanted to trick and treat to get some sweet
but never had it anyways
she couldn't find way back home
kept thinking if it's possible to **** feelings..?
Jun 20, 2017
Jun 20, 2017 at 1:10 AM UTC
The sky blackens now
The voices fall silent
The moon hangs pale and thin
The oceans exhale now
The breeze speaks softly
The tides become dolefully still
The gods are absent now
The stars remain hidden
The universe pauses for you
Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 6:44 AM UTC
The steps to my grave grow fewer,
I'm told now it's just a stone's throw;
But I've yet to carry the Torch of Love
And stand in awe beneath its hallowed glow
Too many were the lonely nights
I knelt with despair so near me,
Praying for love with the faith of a child,
Foolishly believing God would hear me
Tell me, Lord, can you hear me now?
Why have my cries not reached your door?
Each day fresh wreckage is strewn o'er my life,
But your silence is what it was before
The Book of Life's last page has turned,
The present hour now holds the keys;
Little time remains to learn of Love's joys --
When Death summons, I'll have no need for these
Can you hear me now? Give me hope
Before my heart heaves its last sigh;
Will my barque ever journey on Love's sea,
Or with furled sails in port forever lie?
Though despair stretches its talons,
The voice of hope affirms its place;
As the Scroll of Life dolefully unfolds,
Have lines been penned that Fate might yet erase?
Foolish heart, hopeful to the end,
As Death guides the gravedigger's plow:
Dig deeper, deeper, stifle that ****** voice!
But my heart still cries ..... can you hear me now?
May 17, 2018
May 17, 2018 at 4:32 PM UTC
Coming across you was like
Walking past an abandoned dollar
on the surface we stroll upon.
Your atmosphere was a miracle
While my own was simple dust.
You were unaware of it but,
illumination was your ability.
Your notion was likewise,
but my work was divergent.
Physically.
Equivalent minds but dolefully
dissimilar movements.
Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 5:59 PM UTC
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Dolefully trudge to my chamber this night.
Carrying burden of this inimical plight.
Scrawling as a means to drop this weight light.
But alas, who will read these words that I write?
....................................................................
Heaven in a dark place.
Jokers with no face.
Not a moment free yet not a thing to do.
The theif paints his cell walls.
With crushed plants and it falls.
Ivory clouds speckle the sky of blue.
Deep in the brain stem.
A bulb burning light dim.
Wallows the roots of everything once feared.
Blind marchers guiding.
Hunters found hiding.
Messy brigade leaves the ruins cleared.
Time will move on and on and on and on and on you too soon.
By the time your eyes adjust to the sun you'll be seeing the moon.
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Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 5:39 PM UTC
A seed of Love that never found
The hallowed path to fertile ground,
The fruitless trees, the orchard bare ---
Bitter pain of unanswered prayer
A tired heart, trampled by Love's feet
Dolefully yields in utter defeat;
No eyes gaze upon its despair.
Although unseen, the pain is there
An outstretched hand that no one holds
As night's obsidian cloak unfolds;
Mournful sobs permeate the air---
O, what pain! And no one to share
Hours of blissful happiness
Followed by guile's fatal caress;
Wretched pain of Love's sad farewell . . .
O, what stories the past could tell!
Though such reminiscing brings regret,
Still, the heart whispers "Never forget,"
And so to Love's treachery we're resigned,
And journey on . . . with pain close behind
Mar 26, 2024
Mar 26, 2024 at 12:44 PM UTC
Once in a nightmare,
I admit the fear that entangled me.
Those apocalyptic eyes,
reciting commands in a not so accustomed husky croaks.
The mystifying boundless land,
niched with surreal inhabitants.
Perched nearby a bird of passage,
forlorn, dolefully singing an inexplicable melancholy.
The blustery sky was all there, bountifully bolstering up
An underlying enmity of the tempestuous outlast.
No clue that could dispel the gusty gloom utopianly.
Even the all-curing outpour grew only cypress around,
then what sustaining hope to lay trust on.
And all this has left me to the indifferent solitude ,
blenching for response to my unresolved perplexion.
I long for truth that brings such satisfaction,
to the craving in my bones.
What can i do but shun me!
Until i carve out these words.....
Jun 8, 2018
Jun 8, 2018 at 5:36 AM UTC