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"forelorn" poems
15 to love, still able to win, gotta tough it out, winning is everything. Losing's a sin. I'll keep trying. I'm still in with a shout. My backhand slices the ball to my foe (Joe's my friend but in a crisis, I shift where the winds blow) He parries, sends the ball to the line, his touch is immaculate, cleaner than mine. I leap like a cat return it with ease he flicks it back over the net intending to tease. I grimace. We made a bet and now I engage into higher gear, my brain fills with rage, my heart fills with fear. Advantage to me, the crowd stands to cheer, Joe falls to one knee, buckled, losing a tear. I volley. It whizzers past his frozen form he tries, but misses, defeated, forelorn. At last I have won, the gold cup is mine, another dream spun, back to the factory line.
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Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 7:47 AM UTC
A GAME OF TENNIS
15 to love, still able to win, gotta tough it out, winning is everything. Losing's a sin. I'll keep trying. I'm still in with a shout. My backhand slices the ball to my foe (Joe's my friend but in a crisis, I shift where the winds blow) He parries, sends the ball to the line, his touch is immaculate, cleaner than mine. I leap like a cat return it with ease he flicks it back over the net intending to tease. I grimace. We made a bet and now I engage into higher gear, my brain fills with rage, my heart fills with fear. Advantage to me, the crowd stands to cheer, Joe falls to one knee, buckled, losing a tear. I volley. It whizzers past his frozen form he tries, but misses, defeated, forelorn. At last I have won, the gold cup is mine, another dream spun, back to the factory line.
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Jul 13, 2017
Jul 13, 2017 at 7:09 PM UTC
A GAME OF TENNIS
Sailing by in a boat made of paper Circus dancers far above the clouds Trees covered with ribbons Twisted by the sun Birds singing forgotten notes Past reflections of precious moments Barking at the moon above Firey breath and fogged up mirrors Simple words across a page Gently gliding with the wind Wicked branches of forelorn beauty Whispered temptations and unanswered prayers Drifting slowly under broken bridges Sailing by in a boat made of paper.
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May 23, 2012
May 23, 2012 at 3:28 PM UTC
Sailing By In A Boat Made Of Paper
They called you a dog Its teeth were yellow Rotting, cigarette and Stink breath, Gnarled skin around The mouth Laugh lines never existing Only frowns fault. Tar and wax and Gunk, how else can I say it- - Your mouth, a treasure. Riotous screaming And bleak moans Of let me go I did, I held loosely Canines with tartar Can you imagine The dentist? He cried when he picked at It rotted black now, Gone beyond just The absence of a Smile forelorn, Two surgeries and Gauze and chunks of gums, you Wired yourself shut. They yelled at you. In the office, in The school yard Laughing, pointing With a hand over your Mouth you didn't Bother to grin Anymore, they did you in. No operations could Save that precious, The innocence, you being A victim.
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Feb 24, 2011
Feb 24, 2011 at 12:49 AM UTC
Molars
there is a medium of loneliness where I find you on sulken days damp like thin paper subdued in hues your eyes run down my paintings like a oil spill engraved on the face of the universe morbidly beautiful I cast you on my bewildered kite I stare up at you with shattered eyes I reach for you like barren agony and you come down to me we meet in our empty land we prance it like skipping heart beats we cut it open like red meat while the rest of the world is beneath our feet we retreat into forelorn seclusion the place we loved after all the defeat and to myself I repeat and I repeat how are you so stunning that you casted my fixed gaze from the stars brung my world to a standstill and everything I held onto now falls when I hear the beckoning of your gazes call and I know that love though dark and endless beautiful and agless exsists after all
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Oct 30, 2010
Oct 30, 2010 at 10:42 PM UTC
Amour endemic
**** it. **** it. **** it. This manic mind This depressed This suppressed This unimpressed Pervious Imeasurable mass of emptiness Overflowing with sadness no, not so Simple as that But more an interweaving madness A growing mass Like a tumor Malignant with forelorn And adorned with ornamental sentiment Regret and all the things one forgets Just to **** it up and get on with it And the day to day, it stays that way We cut out our tongues for lack of lungs To breathe the air required to care enough To speak the words we need to say Everyday We cherrypick our blessings and forget To give credit to the lesser triumphs we've made Day after day We watch the light shine brightest And we let it fade and fade Never reaching out into the growing darkness For fear we will be dragged away.
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May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 12:39 AM UTC
Dragged Away
They spot an armful of red dots run along the thick skin. Of forelorn hands, heavy smiles, of a body not so thin. They say it's the rash of youth, healed over time. A layer of mind, peeled and wrapped around a repressed crime. Perhaps they live a saint's life and all die as Gods. And we go to hell as jokers. what are the odds? I cannot unveil the piercing daggers, what they see is only tips. I am to plant a kiss of life on my own lips. Since drought has empraced my aching heart, I ***** blood each second, live, but fall apart.
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Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 5:52 PM UTC
Rise of the Shadow
There once was a day I went to my boys house to stay We slept under the covers nice and warm But suddenly his face was forelorn Out of the bed he raced To a secrete door under a rug he paced And left me behind I couldn't read these signs So there I went too And suddenly knew What his life had been It was covered in sin Under the door and down the stair Were bodies skinned and hung with care I'd scream and cry Then he sighed And I felt sad And I wasn't mad He asked why I hadn't run I said you're face is my only sun He told me that when folks left him it was most of the fun Back on the shelf he put his gun
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Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 11:16 PM UTC
Killing room