"dolour" poems
Anxiously anxious anxiety, listen to Me;
Listen to my neurons humming you as the song,
Listen to my thoughts pleading to you their independence;
Listen to Me, as I create this lyrics of dolour for you
O anxiously anxious anxiety.
Anxiously anxious anxiety, read the book of Me;
Read the story weaved around you,
Read the epic from prologue to epilogue,
And read to me what is to be scribed next.
Anxiously anxious anxiety, hear the tunes of Me,
Hear the tunes of the Rag out of Me,
Hear the beats dying out of Me,
Tuneless, storyless, songless.
Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 4:42 AM UTC
Overcast and gloom
Completely colorless
In utter helplessness
Suffocated in clouds of black
Nights I lay restless
Days I feel reckless
I wish I could go back
To when smiles were genuine
To when yellows and pinks
Supressed blues and greys
An internal storm is stirring
From darkness and dolour
Cheers to the day I see colour
May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 11:05 AM UTC
*The pernicious burn
Of self-distrust set aflame
The gothic sea
Recalls my scent
It pursues
Like a hungry ghost
Once more immersed
In the familiar waters
Of dolour*
Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 6:25 AM UTC
--- She who cannot hex, cannot heal
She who cannot curse, cannot cure. ---
She's a sweet little thing
a Moonflower’s paradigm
enjoying isolation and slumber by day
waking up to start her magick pursuits around society's bedtime
Some spells & her abilities, this Völva has bound to her mane
But for her, that's a better vessel than a pendant on a chain
And remember: When she dances,
if she shakes her hair, her power is twice obtained.
So if you're hooked on schadenfreude,
Cease and desist; Please knock that **** off.
Because, at the very least,
you'll be returned with what you've caused.
But if someone's harming you
or you're being hurt, but confused
whether the root of tormenting
brews with a What or a Who
Go ahead, take a deep breath
Dolour will be overcame
your Spirit's to be momentarily reclaimed
the Völva's arrived
and her prowess resides with
cures and curses alike.
--- She who cannot hex, cannot heal
She who cannot curse, cannot cure. ---
Jan 26, 2018
Jan 26, 2018 at 12:27 PM UTC
In a world of repression,
Struggling for salvation.
Amidst an aura of dolour,
Searching for that fragrance of ecstasy.
Amidst the loathing black clouds,
Searching for the glint of intimacy.
When lost in a desolate land of colluders,
Looking for a true companion to breeze in.
When squawk of exploitation went unheard,
Shrieking to pull humanity out of vice.
In a world of tyranny,
Pacifistically,Endeavoring for liberty.
Struggling, shrieking, endeavoring and dreaming for a just and virtuous world, YES I AM ALIVE with a hope.
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 2:24 PM UTC
Us poets,
We perforate the darkness within us
with the light of the Sun.
Soak ourselves in melancholy
like a worn out sponge
and call it inspiration.
Spite like a trail of gunpowder
lit with mad passion
and fulminate onto a piece of paper
tranfused from the nooks of our hearts,
white turns red
coarse in red,
red with lingering passion.
Into
Something digestible
for discening eyes
thoroughly wayward among wilted leaves
vagrant souls with their mouths
stitched because of
the dolour of misunderstanding
hissing with the wind in search
of something or someone
to relate to.
We make it seem like we're not so alone in this world.
Mar 13, 2016
Mar 13, 2016 at 12:51 AM UTC
She who cannot hex, cannot heal.
She who cannot curse, cannot cure.
*She’s a sweet little thing;
a Moonflower’s paradigm
enjoying sweet isolation & silent slumber by day,
waking up to start her magick escapades
after society’s bedtime*
*Self-disciplined & at times
knavishly upping the ante
But I can guarantee you
It’s always revealed in the end
the intent she directs at you is
never anything, besides good.*
*and unannounced observers
you may catch her dancing around the kitchen at 3am,
maybe writing her Galdr spell-songs,
maybe causing mischief
with Hermes or Laverna, (as usual)
maybe testing her gifts this Völva has bound to her mane
Because for her, that’s a way better vessel than any pendant on a chain*
***And remember: When she dances,
if she shakes her hair, her power is twice obtained.***
*So if you’re hooked on schadenfreude,
Cease and desist; Please knock that **** off.
Because, at the very least,
you’ll be returned with what you’ve caused.*
*But if someone’s harming you
or you’re being hurt, but confused
whether the root of tormenting
brews with a What or a Who*
*Go ahead, take a deep breath
Dolour will be overcame
your Spirit’s to be momentarily reclaimed
the Völva’s arrived
and her prowess resides with
cures and curses alike.*
**She who cannot hex, cannot heal
She who cannot curse, cannot cure.**
Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 11:42 PM UTC
I
Swear
Tonight
I shall slay gravity on this bed
And take thee
High and higher unto farther skies
Or probably where the ozones touch not
There
Shall I pull
The migrating moon and twinkling stars nether
And plunge the whole universe gloom
For
I shall
Unleash my golden acts and play thy hormones right
The landmasses shall grand marvel
And bind themselves with our heavy petting
I
Swear
Tonight
I shall awaken the demons within thee
And make you croon the melodies of seduction
That echoes on the beaks of the most pulchritude parrots
For
I shall
Make thy mind tread on a pilgrimage to wander lands
And rent the cloak of dolour
To shame amongst thine emotions
I
Swear
Tonight
I shall devoid my tongue
Of the most decorum and taste the dregs
Of thy skin
And cause the grand sacrilege to thine holy grounds
For
I
Shall make thee vulnerable and restless
Yet very robust and creep into thy soul
And calm the yelling taunts
To an eternal repose
For
I shall feed thy famished emotions and desires
To satiety and drown thee in the abyss
Of my love
And bury thee in their cabins
With the feathers of the eagles
I swear tonight I shall
I Swear I Shall
©Historian E.Lexano
Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 4:56 PM UTC
You were swaying like a gypsy,
lost in her own trance.
Never have I seen someone move with the beat.
How beautiful indeed!
They say that if you give it all,
You will get the lovely prize.
I showed you how much I care,
Eagerly, I opened my chest and offered my heart.
But then you said, "I'm not the star that you think,
but rather the lonely sky dreaming no more;
For love means someone falling,
and I'm afraid of heights."
How stupid I felt for holding nothing back!
Maybe it was all lies, her smiles and kisses.
She is gone, perhaps dancing with another man.
She left me dolour and hollow.
May 20, 2013
May 20, 2013 at 4:42 AM UTC
death is quite the beauty, is she not?
in choked desolation, we yearn her
a lovely coquette to our misery
until she closes in to the innocent
and becomes an object of our scorn
so, we boycott her dreadful existence
cursing when she calls out our name
for life who we cherish so fondly
but for death we do not do the same
letting her drown in a reservoir of loathe
if death was ever personified
she would live her life a social pariah
as the world tries to nullify her worth
tainting her dignity with pure disdain
in such dolour, even she yearns herself
Jan 23, 2021
Jan 23, 2021 at 5:23 AM UTC
O Autumn! thou hast splendidly array'd
Nature, whose robes are treasure-rich with colour.
A patchy quilt of dying leaves decay'd,
Thou blanketest the world with deathly dolour.
I hear a voice inside my head. I list.
"Come buy, come buy," I hear in my mind's ear.
The pulse doth quicken suddenly in my wrist:
The netherworld hath never been so near.
I hearken to the rattling of the leaves
That hang like vampyre bats from skeletal trees.
The songful birds that nested 'neath the eaves
Have long since flown away with high degrees.
I'm cold and getting colder, and my breath
Is telling me I'm close to coming Death.
Oct 3, 2024
Oct 3, 2024 at 5:50 PM UTC
They say we are like flowers
Different colour
Filled with powers
And hidden dolour.
A human being
Can be weak
Not always Wellbeing.
And somtimes bleak.
Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 11:30 AM UTC
When you say nothing and they heard everything
When things are hard but they always be your part
When they can see the best in you ,
When you choose to hide they hold you and takes you for a ride
Life is full of ups an down
It's totally depends on whom we choose as our soul guards
The wiser one will bliss it
And the another one will dolour it !!
Jul 14, 2017
Jul 14, 2017 at 3:24 PM UTC
Lost in the labyrinth of my mind,
I wandered into the wild woods of your evanescent existence.
Bygone and buried deep, yet perpetual.
Are you a fading truth or a subconscious lie?
A doleful tale of a better life.
I stray past your stygian rivers , overflowing with the dolour of my heart.
And my soul, eternally haunted by the shadows of your life;
Or is it my hallucination,
A recurring mirage..
Mar 10, 2017
Mar 10, 2017 at 8:48 AM UTC
Thunder pealed from heavens above
and the clouds a canopy drew,
the drenched trees vigorously swayed
as stronger, the gusty winds grew.
Rage, rage, O storm, blow away
the sorrows and her grieves
bring order through chaos,
as Gaia, in her anguish heaves.
Vent your dolour, unleash your fury
upon prodigal, profligate humanity,
that, the Earth's chastity has sullied,
Besmirched it with utter profanity.
Let your whistling winds vociferate
her plight; thunders, her wrath dispense
let your soothing raindrops nourish
the ailing Earth back to convalescence.
Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 10:22 AM UTC
My voice could feel the pain,
when it screamed out your name.
Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 7:55 PM UTC
Dear one,
The trial of your slow waning, is what haunts me like a wretched spirit. The way my dayly moments, that used to resonate with thy invaluable presence are dwindling like a destitute's wealth, renders me a maniac, ridden with an inexorable anguish. What am I supposed to do. I cannot lift these sacks of grief. Enfeebled by a dolour, tis like I'm fighting a lost battle, with a forlorn capacity. Nary a thought grips me still. Thine picturesque glance, the blithe cadence of thine lips, upon which I nurtured and reared banquets of poetry, now tend the flames of a halcyon past, that singes me with a rapacious melancholy. The throes of longing imprison and harass me till I'm cemented within a dank spite for myself, and ruefully discard any smidgen of reprieve. Beloved, I'm a convinced bearer of countless blunders I agree. Mine miserable apologies will only vacate the gasoline of thy peace. But a miniscule opening is all I seek. With reverent hope, I beseech thee. Indeed, for I will become a bane for myself without thy caress to redeem me.
Aug 12, 2019
Aug 12, 2019 at 12:54 AM UTC
Breathing in the fresh air near the trees of serpentine purple,
To inhume the dolour of my dejected loneliness..
In the distressing ire I am that lacustrine,,
Listening the soft lay in the beautiful lea..
People know, my wounds are plumbless,,
No tears in my orbs , seems I am mage....
People here are serpents who don't slay,,
But are giving the bad sempiternal gashes...
Now look at my stygian tenebrous visage,,
From which poesy is flowing with a plashing sound...
You,, know their life was in pitch_dark,,,
Now is lucent and niveous, orgulous!! what I did,,
Those toys of clay rend me savagely,,,
Now my vermilion ichor exhibits the beautiful limn.
People of this era are pitiless,, my dear!!!
Are deceiving ere and after, not caring for eld..
Aug 31, 2020
Aug 31, 2020 at 4:53 AM UTC
The night that breeds dark clouds of rankling dolour
Within azure sky of my mind’s great earth,
Delusive affection of thine enlivened fervour,
Of joy of life and lustre triggers dearth.
Thou rememb’rest those fragrant ways trodden,
Back i’th’ longest journey where spring ablaze
Laid the flowers blown down the wood and burden
Our lives like memories galore in craze.
O Fair! Let me know what paineth thee
Such sheer that thou afflictest thy lord.
Bleak is his heart, contriving ‘nother plea,
It haileth thy love to set the erstwhile concord.
However far thou fleest inflicting pain,
Shalt still thou find a peerless love of no stain.
Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 11:57 AM UTC
She was the single soul with sorrow,
Her sound of the sigh spread over the silent room.
God gave her grief to grow in the grav
She was enough innocent to improve her entire life.
Dreams were delighted days..but,it is dolour.
How horrible! Hungry cruels hunted her.
She was screaming for security from someone.
Humanity was hidden..in humans, only ego was exist.
Her howl was very high with less hope.
Lust of the living men made her looser.
Feb 22, 2019
Feb 22, 2019 at 7:28 AM UTC