"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.
Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 7:47 AM UTC
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.
Jul 13, 2017
Jul 13, 2017 at 7:09 PM UTC
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.
May 23, 2012
May 23, 2012 at 3:28 PM UTC
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.
Feb 24, 2011
Feb 24, 2011 at 12:49 AM UTC
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
Oct 30, 2010
Oct 30, 2010 at 10:42 PM UTC
**** 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.
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 12:39 AM UTC
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.
Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 5:52 PM UTC
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
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 11:16 PM UTC