"dolefulness" poems - Hello Poetry

since the end of December 2013 a sad pall has engulfed out village residents continually have tears in their eyes people we've respected and loved are suddenly dying yet another of our village folk we laid to rest to-day so may souls taken in such a short period of time all of them relatively young of age we're shocked we're in a state of disbelief how can a village bear the endless grief of recent time our village only hears news of demise we're in requirement of brighter tidings to lift the dolefulness from our village skies

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Apr 15, 2014

Apr 15, 2014 at 9:27 AM UTC

ElizabethSquires

Village Skies

since the end of December 2013 a sad pall has engulfed out village residents continually have tears in their eyes people we've respected and loved are suddenly dying yet another of our village folk we laid to rest to-day so may souls taken in such a short period of time all of them relatively young of age we're shocked we're in a state of disbelief how can a village bear the endless grief of recent time our village only hears news of demise we're in requirement of brighter tidings to lift the dolefulness from our village skies

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Never had I seen such beauty like yours, Such a worthwhile smile that shapes me like a file. Never had I seen such wit as yours, Such a rightful judge to the cruel misrule. Never had I seen such persona, with playfulness, reasonableness, uprightness, and inquisitiveness. Never had I seen perfection, the quintessential condensation of all great characterization, in balance with my imperfection. Yet it is only wise to appreciate you with my eyes, as my body is apprehended by the past, the future, the time, and the agony. The life I've experienced has taught me that love is futile, served with sadness and unhappiness and dolefulness with a side of temporary blissfulness. The idea of success impedes me from obtaining happiness, from settling for ‘less’ and portray a smile nevertheless. Warped by expectation, limitation, and exploitation, time isn't sufficient to provide you with my fixation, affectation, and ministration. Sustainability I cannot devise for when I witness your brown eyes, brown like earth, which with the kiss of rain and the seed of love can allow the flourish of life and euphoria never dreamed of. My heart accelerates uncontrollably, approaching me to a heart attack of which I'm never coming back. I suffocate as you leave me breathless, yet you suppress my stress and hopelessness. I so wish to warm your hand while wrapping around your arm. I so wish to embrace you in my arms and promise you safety for eternity. I so wish to feel your lips and your hips, never letting go until the last grasp of my fingertips. I so wish to stare at the stars to your side, while I admire your eyes, hoping that our love never dies. But being with you is an impossibility, in addition to an atrocity. Separated by time, a history, and personalities, war would form and never end in peace, For my peasantry doesn't deserve your royalty, For my filthiness shan't nudge your pureness, For my darkness can't cohere with your brightness. I'd be put to trial for the exile of your smile, the most intact of the wonders of the world that would now be purled. I wish I could love you but never will I deserve you, Never will we be together, for we would be an incompatible tether. I wish I could be with you but it is true that we are through, Never shall our past be repeated, for it won't be greeted, but rather maltreated. I wish I could but I've understood from our childhood where I stood and where I stand, Never will I know, if I were… with you, know where it would lead to.

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Apr 24, 2016

Apr 24, 2016 at 9:52 PM UTC

xavier-balladarez

Never

Never had I seen such beauty like yours, Such a worthwhile smile that shapes me like a file. Never had I seen such wit as yours, Such a rightful judge to the cruel misrule. Never had I seen such persona, with playfulness, reasonableness, uprightness, and inquisitiveness. Never had I seen perfection, the quintessential condensation of all great characterization, in balance with my imperfection. Yet it is only wise to appreciate you with my eyes, as my body is apprehended by the past, the future, the time, and the agony. The life I've experienced has taught me that love is futile, served with sadness and unhappiness and dolefulness with a side of temporary blissfulness. The idea of success impedes me from obtaining happiness, from settling for ‘less’ and portray a smile nevertheless. Warped by expectation, limitation, and exploitation, time isn't sufficient to provide you with my fixation, affectation, and ministration. Sustainability I cannot devise for when I witness your brown eyes, brown like earth, which with the kiss of rain and the seed of love can allow the flourish of life and euphoria never dreamed of. My heart accelerates uncontrollably, approaching me to a heart attack of which I'm never coming back. I suffocate as you leave me breathless, yet you suppress my stress and hopelessness. I so wish to warm your hand while wrapping around your arm. I so wish to embrace you in my arms and promise you safety for eternity. I so wish to feel your lips and your hips, never letting go until the last grasp of my fingertips. I so wish to stare at the stars to your side, while I admire your eyes, hoping that our love never dies. But being with you is an impossibility, in addition to an atrocity. Separated by time, a history, and personalities, war would form and never end in peace, For my peasantry doesn't deserve your royalty, For my filthiness shan't nudge your pureness, For my darkness can't cohere with your brightness. I'd be put to trial for the exile of your smile, the most intact of the wonders of the world that would now be purled. I wish I could love you but never will I deserve you, Never will we be together, for we would be an incompatible tether. I wish I could be with you but it is true that we are through, Never shall our past be repeated, for it won't be greeted, but rather maltreated. I wish I could but I've understood from our childhood where I stood and where I stand, Never will I know, if I were… with you, know where it would lead to.

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none could be lifted all draped in a sadness of grey the infernal dolefulness seemingly parlaying everyday a bright stream of light ne'er came over the mound twas not availing its self to her void soul's ground e'er dwelt a lasting blue on blue despair a sorrowful tone that her heart did bear the loss remembered an abyss so bereft a place which shall be repaired by the clock's balm of grace

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Nov 20, 2014

Nov 20, 2014 at 8:50 PM UTC

ElizabethSquires

Clock's Balm Of Grace

none could be lifted all draped in a sadness of grey the infernal dolefulness seemingly parlaying everyday a bright stream of light ne'er came over the mound twas not availing its self to her void soul's ground e'er dwelt a lasting blue on blue despair a sorrowful tone that her heart did bear the loss remembered an abyss so bereft a place which shall be repaired by the clock's balm of grace

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The pain will never go away Like raindrops on my cheeks Flash flood, into a raging river Rushing off my face; Waterfall, A grief-stricken cascade The pain will never go away Weak with ailing vertigo Swaying back and forth Only to be stationary; Rotting, A slow and steady decay The pain will never go away Raging war, of the internal kind Dolefulness claims it's crown Contentment held captive Like the Seventh Crusade The pain will never go away No light insight, Deep in the woods Like the blackness On a new moon night; Cold One degree centigrade The pain will never go away Hollowed, repleted with agony Gray, A bleakness Never truly described; This The obscureness of dolor's grenade It will never go away

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Dec 20, 2017

Dec 20, 2017 at 7:27 PM UTC

MoonsLight

Dolor's Grenade

The pain will never go away Like raindrops on my cheeks Flash flood, into a raging river Rushing off my face; Waterfall, A grief-stricken cascade The pain will never go away Weak with ailing vertigo Swaying back and forth Only to be stationary; Rotting, A slow and steady decay The pain will never go away Raging war, of the internal kind Dolefulness claims it's crown Contentment held captive Like the Seventh Crusade The pain will never go away No light insight, Deep in the woods Like the blackness On a new moon night; Cold One degree centigrade The pain will never go away Hollowed, repleted with agony Gray, A bleakness Never truly described; This The obscureness of dolor's grenade It will never go away

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parades and fun times the carnival of lights spectacular the festivities everyone engrossed by the sights and sounds cheering clapping the rowdy crowd lapping up the atmosphere a celebration the day after spoiled besmirched in tones of dolefulness the people heavy of shoulder the weight appropriated in tears manifold and event can turn quickly into sad seas of sorrow television stations radio air waves transmitted the horrific news a terrorist cell had struck in a city locale fragments of body parts spread on the sidewalk smoke and the smell of wickedness did pervade the street scape after yesterday's festival New York's collective psychology did alter suddenly the change did come in terrors inglorious atrocity

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Oct 13, 2014

Oct 13, 2014 at 8:28 PM UTC

ElizabethSquires

After Yesterday

parades and fun times the carnival of lights spectacular the festivities everyone engrossed by the sights and sounds cheering clapping the rowdy crowd lapping up the atmosphere a celebration the day after spoiled besmirched in tones of dolefulness the people heavy of shoulder the weight appropriated in tears manifold and event can turn quickly into sad seas of sorrow television stations radio air waves transmitted the horrific news a terrorist cell had struck in a city locale fragments of body parts spread on the sidewalk smoke and the smell of wickedness did pervade the street scape after yesterday's festival New York's collective psychology did alter suddenly the change did come in terrors inglorious atrocity

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She remembered a visit she had once made to some dark reflective cities-- the chilling wind, the overpopulated sidewalks crawling and overlooking or drowning in blind and the oblivious like the slowing hearts in the basements taking ****** screams out to the deaf ears, the raw noises, the dying streets. She remembered the ****** slices, the dripping crimson, the unpleasant pain each day. She remembered the distressful dragging of the blades and the revolting scent of the bodies placed on the road. She remembered the screeching sounds and the heart-wrenching cries that drift hundreds of miles with no triumph but the disappointing disappearance of sound-- no pause in dolefulness, no thoughts, no life.

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Sep 15, 2016

Sep 15, 2016 at 10:48 AM UTC

molly-gilkey

Memories

She remembered a visit she had once made to some dark reflective cities-- the chilling wind, the overpopulated sidewalks crawling and overlooking or drowning in blind and the oblivious like the slowing hearts in the basements taking ****** screams out to the deaf ears, the raw noises, the dying streets. She remembered the ****** slices, the dripping crimson, the unpleasant pain each day. She remembered the distressful dragging of the blades and the revolting scent of the bodies placed on the road. She remembered the screeching sounds and the heart-wrenching cries that drift hundreds of miles with no triumph but the disappointing disappearance of sound-- no pause in dolefulness, no thoughts, no life.

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