"somberness" poems
A little guilt goes a long way
Even the sturdiest oak can be made to sway
Figments of people duped by atavistic views
Waking up from bouts of fervor
A most sadistic snooze
They repose like overgrown fountains of youth
Their dreams rusted, forgotten and that’s the truth
In a lonely forest, oaks fall with the loudest screams
A somberness aided by clouds and defective sun beams
My soul has finally given in to moralistic cracks
For now it’s about as clean as mud pies and tire tracks
I’m wobbling down my lifetime from crutch to crutch
Wondering when to finally whisper **** I’ve seen too much”
So please, return me home, send my spirit way down below
To lands of rusted dreams and toss-turned pillows
May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 4:23 PM UTC
O fair Helena descending-
How could you not look at me?
You were once Narcissus in the meadow;
Kissing the soil-
Blooming with lavenders-
Basking in the afternoon sun-
Where did all your sunshine go?
Your blurry reflection-
of somberness;
heavy eyes;
calloused hands;
disheveled hair;
timid air-
Dismayed the goddess in you.
Faded golden lyre;
Withered Pierian roses;
Crushed altar of flame;
Mortal madness!
Ascend back to the divines-
Depart from this mortal coil;
Be the Narcissus in the meadow.
Oct 29, 2020
Oct 29, 2020 at 11:35 PM UTC
Torrents of vapor ridden wind, snatched at her hair.
Below, rattled the rapid, riotous and vast, rippling sea.
Churning, like a chewing, charming serpent's lair.
Once long ago I knew her; with time she left me be.
On the edge she was, with will to leap t'wards the horizons.
The brittle cliff would not give way, for even it was curious.
Dare say all of nature reacted for the most prurient reasons.
Even the sky descended to watch, with a lightning so furious.
She beheld no fear and the sky wept with thunderous applause.
Her bare marble-like features glistened in the gleaning of the gloom.
Why she stood there, triumphantly, tempting, terror, for what cause?
It will never be known, for she never was, in a time before this doom.
The earth shook like the hands of a beleaguered, berated old man.
It erected monoliths. Volcanoes, pluming molten magma skyward.
The red glow brought heat; earth thought to please her, or so was its plan.
The elements wrestled for the better view of that beauty stalwart.
Never had a sight been so majestically violent, so mightily tame.
Where she stood, should and would forever more be a sacred place.
The tempest of the elements raged on, though none would win the game.
A silence, softly, settled the rambunctiousness, and halted their race.
The skies parted with a sad and lowly somberness.
Every elated, embittered, element safely put to rest.
As the sun swept aside all their postulated, pettiness.
Rays of the sun showered her with bright white zest.
The lady, she moved with unfathomable grace.
She tilted her perfect head up to the skies.
With the slightest of a smile shook her face.
Like all before, she left them there surprised... and forever, there she stood.
Mar 22, 2016
Mar 22, 2016 at 3:21 PM UTC
Light seems to shine brightest through tears
And color's most vibrant after storms
Joy is only felt because sadness is known
And something new replaces only something worn
The beauty in sorrow is not always seen
So we avoid any kind of lament
But melancholy is mesmeric and somberness shimmers in the dark
It's the misery and grief we resent
Remember this when your heart becomes an anchor
There is great beauty in sorrow, in solitude, in pain
Watery eyes and broken souls aren't ugly
For you can't have a rainbow without the rain
Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 3:45 AM UTC
Dearest Dear,
What have you done?
In vain will be this death.
The somberness I carry,
finally,
will cross the finish line & breathe.
On the count of three,
I will make sure you sleep better at night.
Protect you,
as if alive,
As it should've been.
You owned a
Soul,
here on Earth.
It wails for you.
Stand back,
after just fourteen days,
It would be as if,
I was never here.
You will be in peace,
I'll make sure from the Other side,
Because even after this life,
I will love you.
Yes,
I actually, really,
Love you.
One,
Two,
Three.
Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 10:16 AM UTC
A journey to undiscovered lands
In a steps of a crying free man
Strange faces above the grounds
Strange winds under the sun
An effulgent of neon skies
It touch plains and valleys
Standing along the Irish isle
Somberness absorb with fireflies
As sound of silence fills within
In a barren and cannon lands
Searing heats from a distance of
Swirling and whirling of skies
An Irish stood the ground
In a path of a new horizon
Soul’s being captivated in wonder
Save breaths to be last
A journey too far to reach
In an hour of silence and loneliness
Stillness is the cure of confusions
Song calms the raging seas
A moment to gather treasures
In a great plain of orange county
Sweetness helps restore my sense
Solemnity really found inside
A glimpse of a moment
It heals my broken wounds
So, sunshine make great day
So, starry creates a bright light
As I truly wandered to be there
In a great plain of tranquility
Silence must be comprehended ~ with
Silence of great mystery
Am truly get awe and wonder
In an oasis of my dreams
So peaceful and lovely
So exciting and great voyage
At last am truly awaken
In yearning of amazing journey
So to stand once again
Surely for eternity…..
Feb 26, 2012
Feb 26, 2012 at 12:34 AM UTC
By Arcassin & Elizabeth Squires
AB
Cinematic dramatic troubled teen,
Love drivin,
Insane,
As far as the eye can see,
You wouldn't believe,
Hurt,
Inspired her to dream and make a mends,
But never give a **** about a single friend,
Shadows creep,
Suicidal to the core,
Whole freshman year,
Known as the *****
But in life,
You must think,
And save up for what else is in store,
ES
A career,
Something to hold onto,
Direction in life,
Not the frittering away,
Of a valuable opportunity,
Troubled teen turning around,
The ***** tag within,
Wearing the good girl chameleon skin,
Paving a diamond studded road ahead,
Getting her mindset,
Straight,
The knife which bought her pain,
Not needed,
Of its somberness,
Optimistic aims and goals,
Superseded.
Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 9:16 PM UTC
How sad must I make myself?
When petty annoyance turns to
dust, a swirl of caster oil on my
tongue, need I stab in infinite
direction for something to grasp
onto?
When does blood end and choice
begin? How much *** must I smoke
to stop paying attention? Do you want
to be here?
The answer is assuredly No.
I know because I know you.
You will numb yourself until the
little tiny hairs of your forearm
rise and prickle and beckon for
sunlight, escape from dark room
of blanket piles and ***** clothes.
Do you want to be here?
The answer is in the How.
Should I keep projecting or
wear my insecurities on my sleeve
like a good boy, feelings and
resolve and dedication to family?
Where did my poem go?
Does it want to be here?
Should I pull it up from the
ether, all hot ember and critique,
or might I let it flounder and
drown, all not together and
scatterbrain, best left on edit table
in drunken somberness and
existential envy, slow motion.
Do you want to be here?
I am asking for a friend.
Feb 10, 2016
Feb 10, 2016 at 9:52 PM UTC
Somberness is a black pen
Writing words of despair
Somberness is a black cloud
In a sea of blue
Somberness is an ice cream cone
Left abandoned on the sidewalk
Happiness is a black pen
Illustrating words of encouragement
Happiness is a black cloud
Bringing rain to thirsty crops
Happiness is an ice cream come
Shared by a mother and child
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 12:07 PM UTC
She slept still on the cold bed
Her fragile frame was forever fixed
The sullen smile on her frown face
Crowned her earthly end
An emblem of victory gained in demise
The somberness of the ominous knell
Ushered in the undertaker for his task
To amass his masters latest loot
Fallen along the weary long way
A rose bruised before its bloom
The lamentations of the little lass
The groan of the grey gentleman
The solemn sympathy of a stranger
The clergy’s confession of her circumstances
All a label of a life led in liaison
The strongly sealed sepulcher
Bears the remains of her mortality
The epitaph on it concise as her life
A testament of her times to lingering legs
On rock engraved on hearts chronicled forever
The worms that merry on corpses
Shall soon party for their spoil
That skin so tender shall decay
From this world she carried eternal hope
And though she is dead she shall live.
Aug 30, 2016
Aug 30, 2016 at 6:31 AM UTC
2:00 am
This is the sort of silence that makes a man insane.
2:01
I find myself writing once again, coping as I can.
A lovesick heart still writhing in the throes of loss
And spewing empty words, lacking any meaning.
2:03
And I'm still unoriginal;
Never have I said a thing not said before.
2:10
And I wonder why it's taking me so long to get over you
And why your visage fills my vision every time I shut my weary eyes.
2:12
And I ought to take back every word I’ve said
Because I didn’t mean them, or at least I shouldn’t have.
2:25
I'm beginning to believe you'll never be the one for me.
2:26
And I realize you came to that conclusion long ago.
2:40
And I find it funny that somehow, even now
You keep me from my sleep and haunt my every dream.
2:45
I'm feeling rather sick
Of sitting on the sadder side of somberness.
2:58
It's nights like this that make me wonder if I'll ever be complete again.
Feb 11, 2014
Feb 11, 2014 at 11:25 PM UTC
Often, these dreams pierce the veil,
between sadness and bliss.
Armies cross
bliss is defenseless
I wake up cold
My steps feel the weight of the stone floor
out to the window, my dreams take me…
Even awake, dreams command my vision.
The world is blind to me and I am blind to the world.
They do not bear my dreams and I do not know their torment.
If they knew my dreams,
they would carry me forward
hands on my hand
we move the bricks together
sight for sight
blindness for blindness
dreams for truth
The strange warmth of fellowship fades in loneliness,
as if it were antidote… or poison.
Still, the memories linger
sparking
yearning to blaze
but they cannot provide warmth
for they are dreams
and fires must feed on flesh.
The armies continue to pour
from somberness into bliss
the fires wink out softly
my eyes dull; my dreams fade.
And for once, I see what they all saw…
Darkness.
Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 9:10 PM UTC
I used to feel fireworks fly and go off in my head,
My eyes used to light up like supernovas,
And my heart used to jump out of my chest like a frog in hot water
The feelings I had for you once brought cheer
And let the angels come down from heaven
To combat the demons that held me to the ground
And prevented me from ascending towards God's light
Alas, those days are gone like leaves in the wind
I am greeted by a dark, starless nighttime sky
(A sky which used to burst into color)
I drown in the somberness of it all
And let it embrace me in all its tenebrous beauty
Without love there are no fireworks in my head,
The stars in my eyes begin to dim and fade,
And my heart does not beat
I wish that my feelings for you could once again open the clouds
And show me the angels who freed me from *******
But those feelings are gone and those days have passed
Jun 7, 2016
Jun 7, 2016 at 11:27 AM UTC
They tell me the world is full of colors, making everything so lively and bright.
Yet all i see is somberness and pain, hearts filled with colors dark as the night.
May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 2:20 AM UTC
Every wish has a closed eye,
and so does every prayer,
Every sin has a motive,
and so does every dare.
For better there is worse,
and for then there is now,
so let life balance for you,
What to do and how!
I'm told you only live once,
but do you really know?
I swear i'll have an afterlife,
Yet I've had one before.
It started when I picked a star,
off of the milkyway,
I wanted to keep it for myself,
So I hid its light away.
It wasn't very smart of me,
because when I saw it next,
It had blown a hole in my small world,
and took me to the next.
Where all I do is float about,
full of Joy and happiness,
Yet I know I have to get back,
to a dull somberness.
If you are reading this,
Its probably best you know,
That I am just a crazy dreamer,
looking for a show.
Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 5:57 AM UTC
In your restless mind
Even fears don't push out dreams
But I know you'll dream about me
And when the sun rises
And your gentle eyes open
They will be full of the adventures
You had with me
In the land of mystery
Our minds, though separate
Float in synchronization
For the bond, the connection
That we all call love
Binds us to each other
And takes us to our wonderlands
Unbeknownst to us
Unbeknownst to everyone
Places of secret
Places of mystery
Places of love
Places of joy
Places of tenderness
Places of contentment
Places of serenity
Places of somberness.
Dreams. They take us away from reality
And set us free
Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 10:28 PM UTC
The air so thick with blackness
A knife could slice it through
The mind shrouded in darkness
Any light would snuffed be too
The soul enchained in sadness
Crushing fetters of grief so blue
The spirit doused in coldness
Icy grip of memories, tis cruel
Dark night of my soul's distress
Sunrise, nay none in view.
My world of obscure somberness
No glimmer, no ray, no dew.
My unending night, comfortless
my constant companion you
Never you left me friendless
My dark night, ever so true.
Dec 7, 2016
Dec 7, 2016 at 11:46 PM UTC
Oh, honey
Are you still looking for encouraging words to get you by?
Okay, here're a couple, they're worth a try.
*"Do you see the sunrise in every day?
Trust me, love,
It'll take all your hope
Once it fades away.
You think you'll be fine
Because you have people around?
Guess who weighs more on their scale, dear?
Not people like you, not tokens tossed when found.
***** all of them and
Hang out with me,
They won't like you, you're trash and
Forgotten easily.
Stop listening to them,
Only listen to me!
I'll give you the cold, hard truth;
They'll give you fake sympathy.
Are you scared, my dear?
Want to cry and flee?
Then latch onto my words, promise
I won't make you feel worse.
I'll just tell you frankly
What people really see.
I love you, you love me,
Isn't that how it's supposed to be?!
I'll soothe your worries,
And ease your thoughts.
Acid to the wounds,
Those are my only rules.
We're meant to be,
Though, don't think of me too much;
I wouldn't want you getting needy, or
Causing somberness of such."*
Signing off...
Your best friend and your biggest fan,
I'm practically family.
The dreaded horror in your mind,
Your own anxiety.
p.b.l.
08/02/2016
Oct 1, 2016
Oct 1, 2016 at 8:47 AM UTC
Crying
In The
Shadows
My Heart
Withers
Wilted
In
Shame
Of
My
Loneliness,
Trapped
Beneath
The Shackles
My
Heart
Rattled,
Hoping
To Find
Someone
Who
Finds
My
Pawprint
In
The
Black
Snow,
Who
Follows
Through
My
Mist
Of
Loneliness
Who
Sniffs
Who
Finds
Hope
For
Me
Emotionally
The
Honest
Ones
Who
Get
This
Message
The One
Who
Is
Honest
To
My
Face
~Paris Styron~
To
My Face
During
The
Black
Dark
Days,
Which
Leads
To
My
Tearful
Black
Tears,
Running
Somberly
Down
An Empty
Hole
Saying
"Where
Will I Go"
~Paris Styron~
My Dark
Sorrows
Grasp
My Hopes
And Dreams
Render
Them
Helpless
Tantalizing
My Emotions
With
Sorrows
And Disbelief
Perfuming
Me
With
Despair
That I
Cannot
Describe
But
With
Black
Bleeding
Tears
Running
Down
My
Face
~Paris Styron~
Sniping
One By One
The
Tones
Darkened
The Gray
Clouds,
Drooping
The Bodies
To The
Grave
The Bullets
Flying
To
Their
Victims
Precious
Light,
Farewell
My Friend
Your
Black
Rose
Diminished
In My
Heart
~Paris Styron~
~Farewell~
The Dove's
Heart
Woos
The Somberness
Of
One Soul
Leaving It
In
Ashes
Shriveled
From
Existence
Wooing
The
Woefulness,
Weeping
For
Its Victim
Dripping
Drooping
Filling
The Room
With
Puddles
Of Blood
~Paris Styron~
Her Heart
Rendered
Helpless
Between
Her
Tears
Weeping
For
Forgiveness,,
As Time
Passes
By Her
Eyes
And Her
Tears
Grow
Dimmer
Of
A Color
Known
As
Black
Then
Her Soul
Shattered
Into
A Grave
~Paris Styron~
Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 9:41 PM UTC
It's another night,
I decide to sit by the window side.
Eyes wander outside,
with a pen in hand and a blank paper on desk.
Eyes beg to sleep,
but something keeps me awake.
I listen to the sound of rain,
the only source of peace tonight.
The cold breeze touches my skin,
And retell their journey.
The netted curtails sway,
what a ghostly sight, it's grey.
The sky is soaked in somberness,
Clouds not letting the moonlight reach the window pane.
I remind myself, 'I'm fine and sane.'
But really,
I wonder what's darker;
the storm outside
or inside?
I lift my pen and scribble down a word or two,
Crumble it and throw it away.
I lack words to say,
Since the desire is too palpable to convey.
A desire to sink,
I want to free float after my last blink.
Apr 24, 2020
Apr 24, 2020 at 10:54 PM UTC
Pout, with ought's body...
I host a calling wind
Simple service, a reaching for lauding
A haps, to look beyond kind
Does a shadow agree?
Dark somberness, satisfied
Only by sincerity
When strength showed a callous side...
To a world's wishes
Made to guide truth, like angels
With prettier advances, than life mentioned
More than else, a savior of spite, which fell...
Fell for a pouting love...
Perhaps the eye of tradition
Has the moment, we all long for; sovereign
History mutual, a living sulk to intimation
Somehow and always, prowess
Tenacious, worth a delight triumphant
Pride in its arrayed colors, surreal duress
To keep an attracted eye, with love's haunt
Mar 8, 2024
Mar 8, 2024 at 1:53 PM UTC
I sit alone.
I taste the bitterness
of my tongue
and somehow
life is more bitter
than this stale breath;
more empty than my cold bed
less comfortable, than my bleeding heart
more drowning, than nonsense
and less appetizing
than my own
rotten
mind.
Now I sit in two.
I whisper to my friend,
or,
what he desires to be called...
I tell him:
I wonder if there is
a primitive man
somewhere
in another world
absent
of the
vainglory
of future man.
Primitive man sits, nursing a wound
He stares into the night sky
and dreams of my life
he hopes his wound would be
as superficial as mine.
He imagines the weight of my wounds
as mere foundations for greatness.
All the while...
I dream of him
My friend chuckles.
I say:
Imagine how I see him.
Imagine his mind absent of media,
as if the universe
cured him of some life-threatening wound.
I tell my friend:
He was made perfect, you know.
I tell my friend:
That man could cure the world if you gave him a chance.
He would be a god.
My friend gives me a sideways glance.
What?
He offers a gesture of non-confrontation.
I relax. I sigh. I simmer in my somberness.
Imagine him! I declare.
The things he could accomplish in my life and me in his!
My eyes glaze over.
Instead of a deer, I'm an insect.
Instead of a car, it's a train.
Instead of headlights, it's the sun.
I'm not frozen, I'm petrified.
Because:
maybe, at the end of the day, he and I are the same.
That primitive man.
He would bumble around society. He would be consumed by the media before having the answers. It would devour his perfection. In the wake of its ********** the carcass of his potential mastery would be a mere ornament in the media's MTV mansion.
And I, society's specimen of advancement and culture?
I would be devoured by that primitive man's natural world. I would be reduced to moaning and wailing, crawling like a stuck pig, hoping to find a highway, all in vain. Why don't I just lay there and die?
And that nature? It wouldn't leave a carcass. It's too efficient. It's too...
Monstrous.
The primitive man. He's the god of his world.
While I. I can dream of being a god, if that helps.
But will the void mumble.
Will it turn in its sleep?
Will the god, in some slumber, whether dream or nightmare, ever
ever
dream
of being me?
Well.
Then it's in for
a rude awakening...
so to speak.
Oct 13, 2016
Oct 13, 2016 at 9:28 PM UTC
Oh my love...
Its lets me to feel alone,
It lets me to think none.
It gives me wounded heart,
With more cuts.
It might me to feel her ignorance
the way I am moving ,seems more dense
Everywhere somberness n always restless
By reminding of her I feel,
N makes me half without her….
I feel I love her
But don’t know what about her
Loneliness also seems in her eyes
n her smiley face
Tell some lies
I feel I need her
Coz I love her….
That can’t expressed in these few words…
Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 10:07 AM UTC
As the door closes, my clarity is lost
The somberness cured by no write
My abilities tainted by acknowledgement
An ego fed, a dread nourished.
Truth has become vague, experience false
Passion is ignored, beseeching praise for a figment
Joy betrayed, to a want to excel
My heart unheard, still maintaining life.
Another's opinion, precedent over my own
If not commended, the quality is denied
The effort of honing, can not suffice
My talent blurring before it has begun to shine.
To continue, I question the purpose
A vision disregarded; a poet, unworthy .
Oct 20, 2016
Oct 20, 2016 at 1:18 PM UTC