"gloomed" poems
Love is all he knows,
Like doves, he reeps what he cannot sow,
Completely seeping where you cannot go,
Secretly creeping on his toes,
And there it goes,
Waking up a stranger to the morning sun,.
After shaking from danger,
He cannot live without her his heart speaks out in anger,
She's the last out, to give what they were, from back in the start, for' she sneaked around,
Turned his whole world upside down,
He grabs the gun and preys his last prayers, she stabbed his heart, and it teared and teared,
Life's not fair life's not fair, the underkeeper gloomed,
The gun killed today, and a love much steeper bloomed.
Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 4:04 PM UTC
TABLE D'HôTE
Appetizer
Wrong Tons With Me Soup
cooked worry
seared in a teary onion broth
Hors D'oeuvres
Slow Roasted Fear
fresh over-analyzing
crushed with loneliness
Main Course
Stress Salad
tossed with insomnia
marinated in a vertigo dressing
General Trouble Chicken
battered uncertainty
gloomed to perfection
sitting on steamed danger
stir fried in an overwhelm sour sauce
Dessert
Choked Volcanic Eruption
mountain of OCD
topped with whipped depression
glazed with self-loathing
Expresso
prepared with frothy guilt
(C) Jl 2016
Mar 5, 2016
Mar 5, 2016 at 9:24 AM UTC
XIX
The soul’s Rialto hath its merchandise;
I barter curl for curl upon that mart,
And from my poet’s forehead to my heart
Receive this lock which outweighs argosies,—
As purply black, as erst to Pindar’s eyes
The dim purpureal tresses gloomed athwart
The nine white Muse-brows. For this counterpart, . . .
The bay-crown’s shade, Beloved, I surmise,
Still lingers on thy curl, it is so black!
Thus, with a fillet of smooth-kissing breath,
I tie the shadows safe from gliding back,
And lay the gift where nothing hindereth;
Here on my heart, as on thy brow, to lack
No natural heat till mine grows cold in death.
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I caged a bluebird
in the morning's spring,
as the sun was bright
with glee. I felt gloomed -
a place I've noticed
before.
I devoured the caged bird.
You slept in the light
of my moon;
you burned in a thousand
fahrenheits.
I have damaged my soul,
the holy grail of my
home. You shine the light
and no shadow is there.
The miserable doll has
gone to the fair.
Jul 21, 2013
Jul 21, 2013 at 4:06 AM UTC
A thunderstorm rushes in summer making us sheltered and hide away into our barrier.
Under drumbeats from the gloomed sky, we watch streams of rivers flow beneath our feet.
As the wind began howling, I look to see the world being shaken.
Have the rain being thrown all around us, twisting and turning as the wind dances with it.
There were flashes up above us, a symphony of sound,
From the roll of thunder.
We step outside and see the whirly world.
Hearing the claps in the distance,
We raise our heads smelling the sweet new air.
Bright flickering blots shoot across the sky, making a light show for the world and I.
Raindrops came down one by one, perfect diamonds shattering to the ground.
While I hide from the storm, the world opens its arms and sings along.
Where thunderclaps and lightning burst above is a symphony from the angels.
The heavens put on a show just for the both us.
As the final heavy raindrops played the last notes of the song,
The drumbeats rolled away,
The flashing stopped,
A hush of silence crept over the world,
The sun’s warm rays peeked through the clouds,
A new cord struck a note as birds flutter their damp wings while soaring through the painted sky.
The soft decline of sound that comes after the storm.
Jul 15, 2013
Jul 15, 2013 at 2:37 PM UTC
Once upon a time
There was no time
No me, no you, no rhythm, no rhyme
No bright days, only gloomed night
No good health, no strength to fight
Once upon a time
I imagined no time
Our nights sang sweet like Moscato grapes on a vine
Tangled in you i was like a ball of twine
Once upon a time
I ignored the time
****** off because you werent mine
So this type of sun wont set to let love shine
Once upon a time
I won with time
Before my eyes, my heart, and my tongue went blind
So until the day my time meets her time
Ill be waiting for
Once upon a time
Dec 4, 2011
Dec 4, 2011 at 1:09 PM UTC
If you're ice, I'm fire.
You can cool my heart & freeze our desire.
If I'm the dark, you're the light.
When my world is dim, you come in & make it bright.
If you're up, I'm down.
When you see me gloomed you turned it upside down.
When you're left & I'm right.
I point you in the direction & allow you to view through my sight.
You're silver & I'm gold.
Though we don't match.
We're both stunning & beautifully bold.
Though I'm fire & you're ice.
You're left & I'm right.
You can't live your life without my sight.
& I can't live without your light
Mar 9, 2011
Mar 9, 2011 at 2:40 PM UTC
how easily an infantile and innocent a tourist attraction can gain momentum of an iceberg process of revealing unsaid yet easily thought out things.
i'm like a jan matejko harlequin -
the stańczyk gloomed
over the loss of smoleńsk,
the stańczyk - as if a mongolian presence -
the lajkonik of st. mary's noon trumpet
call where a mongolian arrow
pierced the musician's throat...
a big ben of the east a radio reprimand
of beep beep beep...
weeping over england
in the night sitting on a wooden stump
with sunglasses...
oh woe... oh woe! may my heart serve as
both sword and shield, O england!
i am but like the matejko harlequin
(the stańczyk), i am but the memory of
mongols in europe (the lajkonik)...
may i simply record the fates of nations,
and merely acknowledge
my own dearly departed wishing a return
to and severing friendships grasped
in this my so called home lost;
why the abortion of my thought to reclaim
high school education in a
home without allowable citizenship,
and why my necessitating to keep the homage
tongue of birth
usable on the ready...
half of europe disappeared with post-colonialism
and lack of empire building!
so bloodied and monochromatic!
oh but i had nothing to do with it,
i simply woke into this nightmare!
now i'm accused for transgressing social rubrics!
Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 6:47 PM UTC
A man with a gun
Steps from an allyway gloomed
Aimed it at me
And froze me where I stood
He said, "Son, lemme ask you a question.
As death stares you in the eye,
Are you afraid for your money,
Or do you fear for your life?"
Neither, was the response
From between those clenched teeth
I am unselfish in materials;
you can have all my things.
And my body is ready
for when the angels start to sing
"I think you're lyin'"
Said the man with the gun
"I can see it in yer eyes,
I bet you want to run"
If you do what you do
and you say that you may
then my family'll be left
in such disarray
My mum will become
but just a shell of herself
and my dad in his grief
destroy a lamp or a shelf
My sisters will wear black for a week
My brothers will search for you in the streets
Who knows better than you
where these streets can take?
My Woman may die from a broken heart,
and my children may never know
that I was there from the very start
My friends will all cry
and spill a beer in the dirt
and my dog may become violent
as he guards my last worn shirt
My grandkids will know
The year that I die
But they'll never know like knew
the joy of a grandparents smile
I do fear this in my death, good sir
but I've no fear of dying.
The man shook his head
shaken to his core
His eyes stared for a moment
before they met mine once more
"Get out of here", he said in tone real low
"Go, and speak of dying no more,
For I am the son of a father
Who was killed when I was four"
Apr 23, 2013
Apr 23, 2013 at 6:45 PM UTC
Silents beats.
In rythem of slow dazed clock
Ticking back and forth.
As time frezzes
Every thing motion less
Nothing moving
Except tears with crystal blured reflection
In the gloomed dim sky
The cloock sticks the empty room that
Onced filled with light and life
Now laid the soul of silence to this room
And never had one
Voice
Ever to this room again
Not in
Every in life time
That rebon each year
Nov 2, 2010
Nov 2, 2010 at 11:10 AM UTC
I rifle through the contents of the room,
Searching for secret words,
Hidden in gloomed ink
On shreds of yellowed paper;
No, antiquated shrapnel,
Plain scrawling on the side.
Now they seem mythic,
These syllables tightly joined,
Hidden in books and under shoe boxes,
Paperclipped to the pages of my past,
Leave me only these remnants,
Still I will cling steadfast.
The burns, they will last,
Rope slipping in tight hands.
My feeble grasp shan't release,
Feeble hands of a feeble mind,
For love is a fool's errand, (hush!)
Or so at least says the cynic.
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 10:18 PM UTC
[Intro]
I am swirlin in this pain,
with this windy clatter, now
I'm down there, in the meadow,
Viewing all the beauties, in this world
Alone, I make my voyage
Through the dark and evil night.
[Verse]
In this catastrophic situation,
I throw all my thoughts and pain, on this paper
Through and through I read em pages,
Stalking up my life in a story,
No end to this book,
I feel my body hooked with the sight of you, 'fore my eyes,
Shinin afar like a flashlight,
The outrageous memories,
Drift me away from my sanity
Is this love not worthid?
Is my heart not flourished?
I will root down to the end of this world,
To grasp you between my two fingers,
And revive our love story which for now is going through tragedy.
[Chorus]
I am swirlin in this pain,
with this windy clatter, now.
I'm down there, in the meadow,
Viewing all the beauties, in the world,
Alone, I make my voyage,
Through the dark and evil night.
[Verse]
In this separate scenario, I feel my heart go up to the moon,
Unlike you, I feel sad and my heart feels gloomed,
My drivin devastation makes me wanna throw you off of the roof,
To break your bones into two and wipe off that smile,
Aggravation and hesitation, leads me to strangle you, oh so soon,
**** I need to cool my intoxication and erase the hurt off of my shoulder,
Gradual fits erupt, oh you're doomed,
My blood flows through my veins, gushin' and wellin', aloof.
[Chorus]
I am swirlin' in this pain,
with this windy clatter, now
I'm down there, in the meadow,
Viewing all the beauties, in this world
Alone, I make my voyage
Through the dark and evil night.
[Verse]
Traumatizin and tantalizin at the same time,
You make me look like i'm out there, for so long,
Visualizin our cooperation and I know its nil,
Destroyin my heart into tiny bits,
The furious flames of fire, torturous and imprudent,
Microscopic bits, my heart feels like ****
Have you forgotten our encounter,
**** you, you scoundrel !
I'll burn up my love and spread the Ashes,
You monster, break me a thousand times and I'll make you pay,
You selfish, gutless ****
Meet me again and I'll force you to pick, between a wip or a stick,
Brand you bad and put you in guilt.
Cause i'm sick and tired of listening to your ********
The letters and pictures scattered on the floor,
My body feels like i'm being taken offshore,
But now i'm done and tired of this stupid love.
[Outro]
I am swirlin in this pain,
with this windy clatter, now
I'm down there, in the meadow,
Viewing all the beauties, in this world
Alone, I make my voyage
Through the dark and evil night.
Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 4:20 AM UTC
The uncertainties of tomorrow
turn pain into laughter.
Gloomed looks and dark circles
turn tears into heartache.
A heart plagued
by sacred oaths broken.
True wealth lives
in a lover’s tears
but, “boys don’t cry”.
Jun 17, 2023
Jun 17, 2023 at 10:15 AM UTC
Remember, boy
The sherpa'd pray
Don't build your dreams
On what others say
Don't float your canoe
On the reeds of others' promises
The wolf skin gives no warmth, no
Love is a salve to its final growl.
And remember, youth
The harlot told
No love may glitter
Brighter than gold
The ivory teeth
May chatter and squeak
As much as my joints
On my wooden, bent-backward frame.
Don't forget,
She'd order
Don't forget me
I shook my head
No time to
Ask her name
I gloomed over my fireplace
And settled down to the ink-spilled night,
My own skin
Warmer than the moon, at least.
Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 4:00 AM UTC
I rinse from my tears, when I got home
Don a black fur, coffee streaked on it, hours back
When we isolated from apiece, weeping
Reminiscences drizzling, cold and warm.
You came into vision, gloomed
My eyes were sealed
Whispering, the lot has altered
You and me, terminated.
In the vein of a tree
Whirling you and me
Slowly, sailing into the deep sea
Where float countless mystery.
Unsurpassed things are memories
Blissful among the alluring winds
Afraid among the moaning waves
Lashing and hammering through my wits.
Hope confers my heart
That mending is no less than an art
Love is the cure that slumps hate apart
Time and again, I wish I could go back to the start.
May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 2:13 PM UTC
The clonds
underneath
their feet
start to turn gray .
No one notices until a young
chérubin stops to say
Lord, the night is upon us
should we fear her ?
for she is getting near.
All stop and look,
in amazement
as for the fist time since creation
the light over their head starts
to turn back to black
and some angels can't stop
from running overthe clouds
falling to earth,
escaping the black menacing track.
That day, the sun on heaven set .
Dark gloomed and stormed ahead
unstoppable onto the bretheren set
all together their father at it's head
all frightened, looking
helpless while the gold on the gates
were muffuled into ***** bars of yellow
some eyes firmly closed, faces
frozen by the abscence of the natural halo
eyes all wide open mouths shut
others whispering in the light the of night
" Father! Flee should we not? "
The next day,
the mesterious
dark monster's tail had finally
passed over the horizon
Light could come back to heaven
but did not leave without planting turmoil
in paradise's still trembeling soil.
Between the surviving angels
a terrible secret was being whispered
between pauses of scared pointing
and panting breathing ..
Uriel had seen something terrible.
As the dark covered the sky
with it'sobscuring veil..
In all the horror of the panic
that followed the lost of the light
Uriel saw something that wasn't right.
God, father of all angels was looking
straight ahead at the approaching
and menacing beast,
arms simply resting
on his knees.
his glorious lips began trembling
and as another hundred
angels fell desperately
to their death
hoping to find rest.
Uriel saw a single tear roll
like one of God's fallen angels
from his cheek onto his knees
staining with the divine liquid
on one of the libraries scroll.
So God had shed a tear..
The Angels knew now
the bell would toll .
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 1:30 PM UTC
Sometimes I wish for an apocalypse
for I dun have to choose paradise again
roses are not my thing
city of thorns is where I belong !
-PS
Dec 5, 2013
Dec 5, 2013 at 2:07 PM UTC
Number four, I’ve laid down
On its break of day, I’ve stirred
No qualms.. no fears.
Lingered another hour,
This frosty feeling – for I can’t break out;
Gloomed by the* shades of darkness & beam.*
The moon.. the stars..
They even smirked at me
Revealing each superb facet, I see.
Single-handedly as I stroll
Literal or thy my innermost;
Goodbye.. Adieu.. I’m all-in now.
Prospect did last
I thought we’ll go,
But he mumbles “No”.
My thoughts’ voyage
Was battling with languor & torpor;
If only I could,
I’m not here anymore.
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 9:30 PM UTC
The shadow of our tempest is a devil to curb.
Allow it to simmer,
lest it shall disturb.
Apr 16, 2019
Apr 16, 2019 at 5:49 AM UTC
Morning creamer to swirl in mine cup,
With a lump of sugar, maby two to be naughty!!!
As I putteth hence creamer mixed with the concoction of that sweet tasty molecule Soo finely grained!!!
They swirl to an explosion of aromas,
Beans with dreams that every fast waking soul must digest!!
Speed at its caress!!!!
On the outside of mine cup spells thine word London!!!!
London,
Soo gloomed as me this morning ,
Soo incoherent to the ones around us!!!
Or they to ourn own selves....
Yet London,
Musteth I say thy coffee doth taste Soo tactfully refined!!!!
May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 7:10 AM UTC
i am scared to be an inferior,
when i am in the crowd of superiors,
and guess what i say,
why is it me to be a weak tear?
why shall i not bear the feelings that the outer world would bear?
Those festive ,joy and mercy,
for those growing up children one of them named Percy,
small children snatching for a chocolate bar named Percy,
i don't feel all that,
is it because i am scared that someday i shall disappear,
this a mere foolishness to think those people say,
but my reply is ,
what for a person who is lost in the bay?
gloomed and colored by people in grey,
that's the thing easy to say,
but only i know how i pay and repay,
because i list my bloods feelings only once in a year that is in may,
claim that as a diary day,
because i, i am scare to be an inferior.
someday someone appeared like an etch,
and for me became a last bucket to fetch,
made a lighting hope in my respiratory set.
a sight maker it named,
i bet,
but stayed just till the sunset,
and told better you better remove that word inferior from your brains net,'because i see something in you that i can get,
you are more superior than you can guess,
so don't worry and make your unique brain's mess,
i can guide you as you rest,
and someday you can be the best,
that sight maker came everyday and became like a pet,
and then got in my heart and became a part of that complex set,
helped to remove that word inferior,
and replacing it by superior,
it just explained me that could not appear,
expounded me that get into your heart's depth,
that would make you feel happier.
Vishvi AURORA
Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 6:47 AM UTC
What you do to me.
When I saw you,immediately,the sun fell on you,
You caused a penumbra;And gloomed me,
I saw nothing but you,
When I saw your robe,my eyes blinked not,
Neither did I reason,
Nor utter a word,
But when I saw your face,I spotted your optimistic smiles,
They gave me a word,
They said "Don't be afraid"
When I saw your eyes,they glared at me,
And wiped my fears,
Now I see but only you,
When I saw your hair,fluttering in the breeze,
My heart danced with delight,
And mimic the moves it did,
But when I gandered at your bust,down to your ends,
I felt the heavens;And promised to sin no-more,
When I saw you jaunty with flair,
I surrounded everything I had,
And worshipped your grounds,
Now I plead,pleading to the world,
Pleading to fate;And to myself,
Please be mine.
What you do to me.
A Poem Written By,
Historian E.Lexano,
February 22,2015,
All©Copyright Reserved,
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 3:31 AM UTC
Startled and horrified by society,
A silhouette of a petrified soul crumples in the darkest corner of the night,
In tears and remorse,
With slit arms and blood flowing through each wound,
Droplets of tears and blood drip, forming a pool of water n' rust,
The scars on her heart deepen and stain her body,
The dark circles under her pale eyes, moist,
An urge to smoke or drink escapes her lips as a sigh,
Not caring about what's harmful and what's not,
Just a sip or a puff of smoke can shackle all her hurt,
Vandalized from within,
Completely shut and worn out-
Thanks to one mistake they take her innocence away,
An unforgetful dread, a frightful nightmare!
Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 6:52 AM UTC