"glumness" poems - Hello Poetry

Tell me wistful wisteria, Why do you shed those regal tears? Is it for a fallen child, A bud of love so dear? Can you tell me violet crier, Why flows your petaled pain? Did you lose a lover? Does it hurt to speak their name? Or wisteria, darling tear stained one. Is this glumness misconceived? Does happiness reprieve just hold you, and bring you to your wavering knees?

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Mar 27, 2012

Mar 27, 2012 at 4:19 PM UTC

lain-ender

Why Do You Cry Wisteria?

Tell me wistful wisteria, Why do you shed those regal tears? Is it for a fallen child, A bud of love so dear? Can you tell me violet crier, Why flows your petaled pain? Did you lose a lover? Does it hurt to speak their name? Or wisteria, darling tear stained one. Is this glumness misconceived? Does happiness reprieve just hold you, and bring you to your wavering knees?

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Time is an old story teller, he is all-knowing and all-seeing. An old diner that sits in the west under an illuminated open sign, holds the most twisted relationship there ever was. Black coffee sits in an old ***** white mug, false smiles highlight the masks of the two, pastries gather together on an ugly dish. Crumbs collect on their laps as they sit in their unhappiness. Her skirt rumpled, his jeans creased, her makeup smeared, his beard unshaven. His wandering eyes, her lips turned towards the table, their glumness leaves a distasteful air in the vacant restaurant. Together they sit alone, the rock clasped to her finger, a symbol of their struggle. The man shudders in the cold, stands up, and walks away. She does not follow. Her coffee has become ice cold. And yet the clock on the wall just keeps ticking.

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Sep 16, 2012

Sep 16, 2012 at 1:45 AM UTC

rose-amberlyn

A Waste of Time

Time is an old story teller, he is all-knowing and all-seeing. An old diner that sits in the west under an illuminated open sign, holds the most twisted relationship there ever was. Black coffee sits in an old ***** white mug, false smiles highlight the masks of the two, pastries gather together on an ugly dish. Crumbs collect on their laps as they sit in their unhappiness. Her skirt rumpled, his jeans creased, her makeup smeared, his beard unshaven. His wandering eyes, her lips turned towards the table, their glumness leaves a distasteful air in the vacant restaurant. Together they sit alone, the rock clasped to her finger, a symbol of their struggle. The man shudders in the cold, stands up, and walks away. She does not follow. Her coffee has become ice cold. And yet the clock on the wall just keeps ticking.

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by Damon G . glum, morose, surly, sulky, crabbed, saturnine, gloomy mean showing a forbidding or disagreeable mood. sullen implies a silent ill humor and a refusal to be sociable I'M BECOMING UNWOUND . glum suggests a silent dispiritedness . morose adds to glum an element of bitterness or misanthropy I NEED SOMETHING TO HAPPEN . surly implies gruffness and sullenness of speech or manner A VIOLENT THING, EVEN . sulky suggests childish resentment expressed in peevish sullenness . crabbed applies to a forbidding morose harshness of manner THE CRUSH OF A BREAKDOWN . saturnine describes a heavy forbidding aspect or suggests a bitter disposition A REASON TO WANT TO . gloomy implies a depression in mood making for seeming sullenness or glumness . GET UP AGAIN

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Jun 13, 2010

Jun 13, 2010 at 9:51 PM UTC

dmging

Bereft At The Loss

by Damon G . glum, morose, surly, sulky, crabbed, saturnine, gloomy mean showing a forbidding or disagreeable mood. sullen implies a silent ill humor and a refusal to be sociable I'M BECOMING UNWOUND . glum suggests a silent dispiritedness . morose adds to glum an element of bitterness or misanthropy I NEED SOMETHING TO HAPPEN . surly implies gruffness and sullenness of speech or manner A VIOLENT THING, EVEN . sulky suggests childish resentment expressed in peevish sullenness . crabbed applies to a forbidding morose harshness of manner THE CRUSH OF A BREAKDOWN . saturnine describes a heavy forbidding aspect or suggests a bitter disposition A REASON TO WANT TO . gloomy implies a depression in mood making for seeming sullenness or glumness . GET UP AGAIN

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"Indeed you were built strong and brave Like a warrior bashing through a cave Of sorrow and of emptiness Crying when the world is bright to believe theres no such thing as darkness Dealing with the challenges and mistakes that life throws at us But learn from every single mistake anger-less Stop giving into your weaknesses Stop thinking about those who forgotten you and treated you effortlessly Senseless and affectionless Let no wasteful man put you down with meaness Only because your personality fashions a spark of joyfullness Consume every wisdom with aggressiveness Shed a thousand years of tears in a state of loneliness Only so you can feel you inner self with consciousness Be ready at what ever life throws at you with eagerness You never lose. You either win or reflect with perceptive-ness And just know to trust your lord with wholeness Keep grasping upon the hardships you dealt with in the darkness So you can look back and recall the roughness Recalling every memory buried in your heart from all the sadness And stand proud with your toughness Once you overcome your glumness and drown in a deluge of pure gladness and give glad tiding to the strangers" © S Y A

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May 3, 2015

May 3, 2015 at 5:43 AM UTC

Anoniiimuus

Reminder 1

"Indeed you were built strong and brave Like a warrior bashing through a cave Of sorrow and of emptiness Crying when the world is bright to believe theres no such thing as darkness Dealing with the challenges and mistakes that life throws at us But learn from every single mistake anger-less Stop giving into your weaknesses Stop thinking about those who forgotten you and treated you effortlessly Senseless and affectionless Let no wasteful man put you down with meaness Only because your personality fashions a spark of joyfullness Consume every wisdom with aggressiveness Shed a thousand years of tears in a state of loneliness Only so you can feel you inner self with consciousness Be ready at what ever life throws at you with eagerness You never lose. You either win or reflect with perceptive-ness And just know to trust your lord with wholeness Keep grasping upon the hardships you dealt with in the darkness So you can look back and recall the roughness Recalling every memory buried in your heart from all the sadness And stand proud with your toughness Once you overcome your glumness and drown in a deluge of pure gladness and give glad tiding to the strangers" © S Y A

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The pervading glumness of this dead air Ideally filled with wailful tunes As if a carnival or a fair With lively and colorful balloons The greyness of this noiseless strife Quiet enough for one to hear The rhythmic bass of life And to come to grips with fear Nary a caw of the crow heard, Searching for a snack The noises of a carrion bird Are not enough to break this lack Nary a thing is audible Save the busy humming of the mind And while the desire is laudable Peace, noises cannot find The life bringing silence Spawning thoughts and ideas In order to escape the noisy violence And to go to a noiseless panacea To embrace the unwanted mellow Is to accept the mind for itself It’s never truly quiet with you as your fellow So long as you don’t leave your thoughts on the shelf

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Jan 11, 2015

Jan 11, 2015 at 4:30 PM UTC

KaneCE

Ode to Silence

The pervading glumness of this dead air Ideally filled with wailful tunes As if a carnival or a fair With lively and colorful balloons The greyness of this noiseless strife Quiet enough for one to hear The rhythmic bass of life And to come to grips with fear Nary a caw of the crow heard, Searching for a snack The noises of a carrion bird Are not enough to break this lack Nary a thing is audible Save the busy humming of the mind And while the desire is laudable Peace, noises cannot find The life bringing silence Spawning thoughts and ideas In order to escape the noisy violence And to go to a noiseless panacea To embrace the unwanted mellow Is to accept the mind for itself It’s never truly quiet with you as your fellow So long as you don’t leave your thoughts on the shelf

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Absent Motility Against Staid Inertia impossible to describe listlessness bedeviling this body electric aye attest motivation to counter glumness seizes motility temporarily to stave off staid purposeless at best, yet aware poetic obfuscation chest barely delineates fierce hopelessness assailing me, when'r awake and/or at everest feeding melancholy feedback loop sparring against faintest momentum - writhing psyche, asper an unwelcome guest emotional friction bringing motionlessness, where lunging futility summoning ability to muster joie de vivre defeated willpower no matter mental health propped up with pharmacological medications prescribed by Doctor George Adams be hest, yet tis NOT suicide, but general malaise as if poison (or stung by a scorpion) jest permeates thy being sparking existential angst hoop fully communicating figurative soffits facilitating emotional bulwark lest ye **** sitter this lix spittled chap messed up in the head, but also that empty nest syndrome - aa bird den, and nefarious pest disallowing merrily rowing my boat subjected to turbulence that doth wrinkle space/time continuum quest punctuating any attempt to take fig yurt heave Newtonian rest without being assailed of drab quotidian predictability re: envious papa towards daughters adventurous lives he rejoices (albeit vicariously) respective lives where offspring lasso lassitude, viz both their electric kool aid acid test how fate didst in vest waning wily woebegone zest!

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Jun 8, 2018

Jun 8, 2018 at 12:52 PM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

Deadened Frisson Explains...

Absent Motility Against Staid Inertia impossible to describe listlessness bedeviling this body electric aye attest motivation to counter glumness seizes motility temporarily to stave off staid purposeless at best, yet aware poetic obfuscation chest barely delineates fierce hopelessness assailing me, when'r awake and/or at everest feeding melancholy feedback loop sparring against faintest momentum - writhing psyche, asper an unwelcome guest emotional friction bringing motionlessness, where lunging futility summoning ability to muster joie de vivre defeated willpower no matter mental health propped up with pharmacological medications prescribed by Doctor George Adams be hest, yet tis NOT suicide, but general malaise as if poison (or stung by a scorpion) jest permeates thy being sparking existential angst hoop fully communicating figurative soffits facilitating emotional bulwark lest ye **** sitter this lix spittled chap messed up in the head, but also that empty nest syndrome - aa bird den, and nefarious pest disallowing merrily rowing my boat subjected to turbulence that doth wrinkle space/time continuum quest punctuating any attempt to take fig yurt heave Newtonian rest without being assailed of drab quotidian predictability re: envious papa towards daughters adventurous lives he rejoices (albeit vicariously) respective lives where offspring lasso lassitude, viz both their electric kool aid acid test how fate didst in vest waning wily woebegone zest!

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nausea pulsating glumness sits swollen in my belly. half-curled on a stained couch, chins bubbling in bed, i listen to elena croon as lovers and friends slip, newborn ghosts in my hippocampus.

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Apr 26, 2015

Apr 26, 2015 at 5:11 AM UTC

leslie-zhang

spring II

nausea pulsating glumness sits swollen in my belly. half-curled on a stained couch, chins bubbling in bed, i listen to elena croon as lovers and friends slip, newborn ghosts in my hippocampus.

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Do you ever have this feeling? One that doesn't feel right? I woke this morning The air was thick, as if trying to coat some secret Even hard to breath The ground was wet with the morning tears of the earth This negative energy swarms me, stinging my entire body The bus is silent As if we were all drones, slaves to the thick air and wet earth No smiles, no thoughts dancing in the eyes, not even a movement The glumness I couldn't seem to grasp

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Sep 25, 2014

Sep 25, 2014 at 7:08 AM UTC

morgan7z

Can we all smile

Do you ever have this feeling? One that doesn't feel right? I woke this morning The air was thick, as if trying to coat some secret Even hard to breath The ground was wet with the morning tears of the earth This negative energy swarms me, stinging my entire body The bus is silent As if we were all drones, slaves to the thick air and wet earth No smiles, no thoughts dancing in the eyes, not even a movement The glumness I couldn't seem to grasp

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on the spotlight being removed a glumness did dwell within him newer stars were capturing every bit of luminescence deep inside he felt a bygone florescence only those of enduring fame will ever keep alight the everlasting flame he knew not of how fleeting kudos can be one minute it is with you then it can curiously flee to-day he sits in a gloomy shade contemplating on an unlit glade

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Aug 13, 2018

Aug 13, 2018 at 9:37 PM UTC

ElizabethSquires

Spotlight

on the spotlight being removed a glumness did dwell within him newer stars were capturing every bit of luminescence deep inside he felt a bygone florescence only those of enduring fame will ever keep alight the everlasting flame he knew not of how fleeting kudos can be one minute it is with you then it can curiously flee to-day he sits in a gloomy shade contemplating on an unlit glade

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Lackluster life lived as each subsequent day, a carbon copy of the one before, though far from being clinically depressed, this boar ring guilt ridden Capitalist decries mass consumerist paradigm satiating the ***** rub bull Lady Liberty, where more disinclination arises, per crossing upcoming birthdays corridor January 13th finds increased repugnance being part of materialistic culture club as hellacious tore char, implied societal behavior expects blind submission subjected to glore re: us lee spouting hallelujah nauseating your every five senses to accept point blank, Nee pay adore ration, asper goyish gaiety bon jure blared, foisted, and lobbed upon every man, woman, and child of society, which imposition, this outlier doth deplore as an avowed antiestablishmentarian to thee very core, of my being, who experiences continuous ab **** rent theoretical strings of disappointments pour ring down (like confetti) from on high, viz directly linkedin as nonconformist eyesore from cradle to... when, me cremated ashes get scattered, though right now... still technically alive, at least... I think so (despite not yet), being gratefully dead... nearing three score years, yet upon my demise wherefore welcoming relief against (feeling like the oddball), shares his glumness weighing me down, where every step an arduous chore his compunction being open to explore living off the grid, or alternatively joining thee dacor oven intentional community, cuz he seems severely mismatched, where vast material consumption, especially accentuated with holiday season heavily pitched to spend every last red cent, (and beg borrow, max out on credit, or steal) to splurge for expectation to endure the helter skelter frenetic Black Friday and Cyber Monday fire sales kindling a bonanza galore!

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Dec 11, 2018

Dec 11, 2018 at 8:42 PM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

Genuine Fecklessness Exemplifies Despondent Creature Because...

Lackluster life lived as each subsequent day, a carbon copy of the one before, though far from being clinically depressed, this boar ring guilt ridden Capitalist decries mass consumerist paradigm satiating the ***** rub bull Lady Liberty, where more disinclination arises, per crossing upcoming birthdays corridor January 13th finds increased repugnance being part of materialistic culture club as hellacious tore char, implied societal behavior expects blind submission subjected to glore re: us lee spouting hallelujah nauseating your every five senses to accept point blank, Nee pay adore ration, asper goyish gaiety bon jure blared, foisted, and lobbed upon every man, woman, and child of society, which imposition, this outlier doth deplore as an avowed antiestablishmentarian to thee very core, of my being, who experiences continuous ab **** rent theoretical strings of disappointments pour ring down (like confetti) from on high, viz directly linkedin as nonconformist eyesore from cradle to... when, me cremated ashes get scattered, though right now... still technically alive, at least... I think so (despite not yet), being gratefully dead... nearing three score years, yet upon my demise wherefore welcoming relief against (feeling like the oddball), shares his glumness weighing me down, where every step an arduous chore his compunction being open to explore living off the grid, or alternatively joining thee dacor oven intentional community, cuz he seems severely mismatched, where vast material consumption, especially accentuated with holiday season heavily pitched to spend every last red cent, (and beg borrow, max out on credit, or steal) to splurge for expectation to endure the helter skelter frenetic Black Friday and Cyber Monday fire sales kindling a bonanza galore!

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