Tristful poems on Hello Poetry

John michalski Mar 2016

Tristful

The night falls with a
silent sigh,
Entwined we are.
The light for which you
lust flares once,
Then dies.
Crushed by a velvet ebon
nothingness,
All we hope for must come
to an end.
Our passion's,
Throb no more.
How could you tear us asunder?
Our tristful emotions surround
us,
Crying,
We have lost our way.

John Hosack Jan 2011

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A nascent society gluttonously feeds
on the palingenesis of hyaline paragons
forged by stolid and archaic eremites.
A whilom friendship leaks a susurrus
of tristful regret,
while pernicious ***** maunder
puerile attacks on munificent
intellectuals who only wish to
augment risible souls and divagate
from vertiginous roads too often traveled.
Such a chimerical respect for tradition
is too rigid to be broken alone.

John Hosack Jan 2011

Yesterday's Truth

A nascent society gluttonously feeds
on the palingenesis of hyaline paragons
forged by stolid and archaic eremites.
A whilom friendship leaks a susurrus
of tristful regret,
while pernicious ***** maunder
puerile attacks on munificent
intellectuals who only wish to
augment risible souls and divagate
from vertiginous roads too often traveled.
Such a chimerical respect for tradition
is too rigid to be broken alone.

galen treger Aug 2010

this once was a love poem.

This was once a love poem, before it found itself lost and unstable, lying, quiet and alone, on the sand, looking to the stars for answers, and using the resonance of the waves colliding with the shore for proverbial comfort. It remembers itself happy and certain, engaged in a simple routine, a commitment. Allowing strong independence, but being heavily depended on. Laced fingers and mixed berries, green grass and loud music, it was all too hazy. It grew wary of another’s addictive personality and insecure state of mind. It longed to be needed, not taken care of, and soon realized it had been taken for granted all along. It became aware of a twisted confidence and loss of life; a strong compulsion and a weak effort to transpose. The feeling of concern came to a demise. It now finds itself caught in a tristful temper, in a state of confusion, suddenly ready to face the world again.

michelle reicks Jun 2011

mars

dreams of dying

then what happens?

mine will go to the darkness, like hers did
and she will weep giant waterdropletsonmyface,
and i will drink them until my stomach is full of sadness

she will always be reaching for that small moment of peace

and i will always be searching for someone to love me

she has no heart, no *******,
no legs no belly no heat

now you are here

your clothes are vacant
i want to wear them for you
let's be together

climb into each other's shirts and skirts and socks until
we can't move anymore

and we'll lay over each other
resting and reading sleeping warmly
and you will never be tristful, here with me

and your lips will taste like sweet coffee
all the time

how nectarous

Yanamari Feb 2017

Picture

I'm afraid.
That the feelings I hold
Will fall from my grasp.
I'm afraid.
Of saying those words
That if spoken,
Would vanish into thin air,
I'm afraid...
That the feelings I express,
Are feelings based on lies
That have been painted by myself...

These fears I have
I know are wistful,
Desiring and yet
Holding feelings fickle,
Wanting truth... and yet,
Comforting myself with lies tristful.

There are feelings I am afraid to voice.
If voiced, just like before,
They would lose their meaning.
That if spoken, they would just become
The past.

These feelings that I hold,
Are they lies?
Or has everything become a regret?
That if spoken,
If fulfilled,
Parting with it comes with ease

While writing this I felt like I was writing about a love passed, which is fulfilling as it's like I'm dealing with two thoughts in one poem. Many are the reasons one can regret, and many are those that can be loved, whether it be friends, family or partners. These feelings that I hold, are they fickle? Or buried deep inside?

#feelings #truth #regret #past #reality #confusion #image

THE QUEEN OF DARKEN DREAMS Jun 2020

WEEP MY QUEEN

Weep my queen
let your cries sing to me out on the sea
let your tears trickle down like a vein
tristful queen, your tears flood the gates in dreams
Dark Angel, I look like the night slips
in your hands like a command
the moon its self is draped in silk
while it beams in the night it's melodies
I hear the cries of the darken sea crying out to me
In your raven eyes, I see the scars you try to hide
but my eyes don't lie I see through your darkness
I shine the light on your madness
I will never let you take that away from me
You hold me captive on sea
In your dark desire of dreams
You Breath in all the cries that comes to you at night
you hold on to all harm of your past
now you hand them down to me too bleed
you tangled the minds to the emotions of pity
With your phantom limbs
Yet still, I wake alone in your thrown you call home
You look at me just to say;
''your eyes are red as blood
maybe because you have wept to be free
that will never be.''

- Judy Emery © 1981
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery

THE QUEEN OF DARKEN DREAMS POETIC JUDY EMERY

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