Forlorn Poems

Forlorn poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of forlorn poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on forlorn are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Happiness Under The Cool Blanket

Happiness Under The Cool Blanket short poem

Hidden, there, behind a barrel two eyes peep out ever so often— glimmer of their pipe dreams, evanescent, in a hopeless world. In those seconds, micro-seconds in a landscape cleft where other sets of dulled eyes search forlorn vistas in

And If My Soul Is Crying

And If My Soul Is Crying elegy

It’s happening again, Such unbearable pain, And if my soul is crying As my heart is breaking, then that’s fine… I’ve let so many people down, Lost so many beautiful opportunities I feel so failed and forlorn, But is that

Poems containing references to : Forlorn

A Relic Life in solitude

A Relic Life in solitude short poem

I go to work to keep sane, The youth loathe me in my face. Aloof, I display a character of experience, Of Poise, of dignity and inflicted disgrace! My mirror welcomes me home silently, I caress my dry lips with

The Refuge

The Refuge short poem

I see the colours shading the pretty smile in thoughts forlorn, The tears as bright as a diamond, but that shone aloof and alone. I hide the whimsical rays in the pocket of hope, But the hope that knows nowhere

Mixed Blessings

Mixed Blessings ode

Call me time and again an incurable romantic. accuse me offensively of revering unrealism. laugh at me heartlessly for I over-idealize you. or just leave me forlorn, if I’m gallingly tractable. but I’ve a warm, not weak, heart. I sincerely

Woeful Wait

Woeful Wait short poem

Back in those old days, a wife awaits her husband on a stormy night, hoping for his safe return. .. Waiting for her love, an enigmatic sailor. In vain gowns and a luscious healthy pallor! The porch, radiant in jewels

Atlantic City, Not A Place

Atlantic City, Not A Place long poem

Atlantic City, not a place but the fragment Of a memory that lights up bright and garish In the starless night when day is done When ragged dreams arise from murky beds Beneath the waves washing up like seaweed On

Barters A Call

Barters A Call short poem

A pair of reverberating black eyes Moves in the street of dead moths, Under yellow light of forlorn streets Moves uncertainly in a sleepy town, The luminous mist adorns her face, The wounded eyes of poverty Barters a call for

The Fog Horn

The Fog Horn short poem

Every 20 seconds, its lonely voice cries Out to someone it will never meet like an ancient voice, never ceasing Through the cold rain and silent darkness Standing, waiting, as patient as time How many a forlorn sailor heard its

O! Tree

O! Tree short poem

With roots wrinkled and parched, standing upright bluntly and lifelessly, And the green cloak being lost and you adore a thin skin of brown rusty bark falling in bits and pieces. The long chain of ants are seen no more

My Little Boy

My Little Boy short poem

I remember the day you were born, Since then to love you I’ve sworn. You gave me new hope, Like scriptures to a pope, And without you I would be forever forlorn. I’ll never forget your first steps, And together

The Shell

The Shell short poem

As sure as eggs is eggs, My aching feet sing. But not out of love, joy Or any good thing. They’re fed up and tired Defeated by time. The joints have eroded Just listen to them grind. Like a rusty

Uncelebrated Valentines

Uncelebrated Valentines prose poem

(A collaboration with Gene) In dark melancholy’s mire a heart’s forlorn canoe paddles through the dense grief floating on the surface clutching like vines, sticks like Val Des ooze, pulling me under. Listening to the ghostly music coming from the

WELL (INT)ENDED!

WELL (INT)ENDED! long poem

FITS AND STARTS For a cold winter’s day When you’re, maybe, all sad and forlorn, Here’s a tale, Which, to many, may not be known. It may not be a mystery, it may not evoke fear, But it shall make

The Song Bird

The Song Bird short poem

The little songbird sits silent, Lost in the thoughts of sweet spring. The last dregs of his warmth are spent, As the final birds take wing. The old gnarled tree cried to the bird “Fly away dear feathered friend, The

Adventures Of A Cowboy’s Hat

Adventures Of A Cowboys Hat short poem

From a peg upon the wall, in this mysterious old bunk house, I am taken. Placed upon the balding head of a wise young cowboy. Making this jolly cowboy look bold. With an eagle’s tail feather inserted into the band

You’ll See

Youll See ballad

You’ll find her here alone, you’ll find her curled bruises shown. You’ll find that she is broken, words left unspoken, tears like crystal shards. You’ll find that she is insecure and fragile, sometimes hard to handle. You’ll find that she

The Phantom Delight Hangs No More!

The Phantom Delight Hangs No More! prose poem

O, bemused mystery of wonder! You are the silver chain of fancy And evening mentor of joys high! And happy boon at noon Or midnight’s roaring void And wintery smile in moon? Or perennial source of ecstasy Or eternal source

Past failure’s dine.

Past failures dine. prose poem

When things happen the way we do not want them to, especially when we have alternative ways for a better result, a few of us tend to go against the present time with our own ideology. A few stand up

Faith

Faith short poem

Dark surrounding me, encompassing me, suffocating me blackness filling my lungs with sorrow, pain, while hope deserts me leaving me weak, fragile, forlorn. Dank, musty air reminiscent of decaying ancient tombs echo the horror I feel as my breath becomes

The Earthquake

The Earthquake long poem

A sudden tremor with a mighty shake Millions of lives does it take Houses broken and trees shaken Mighty hills all prone to cracken. Peace stolen by cracks so deep A twist it brings in life so steep A crisis

Unsolicited Advice

Unsolicited Advice short poem

Going through life In a catatonic haze With grim determination avoiding every one’s gaze With a hard shell around you or is it an iron wall? Surrounded by people but no one to call Afraid! Afraid! Afraid! Expecting the worse

The Way I Love You

The Way I Love You long poem

(Recollections from Early Childhood, Circa 1999) In search of a de novo, at each dawn, I consoled myself; that– Tomorrow would be a new day, And each day, I looked back for you, May be it’s the way I love

Thorn

Thorn short poem

I cannot bare to see it now! It’s symbol so forlorn. The Passion we so fondly show To place your crown of thorn! And yet, it harbours life, in droves; For all things come from you! This delicate, sense filled,

“Tête-à-tête: Cupid and Fiend”

Tête à tête: Cupid and Fiend long poem

‘Cede yourself to me, And you will never be alone again. You’ll be revered. Adored. Treasured. But you must give yourself to me- A willing concedes’, Fiend allures. My conscious says acutely ‘Don’t listen’ And for an instant I don’t

Yonder Slumbering

Yonder Slumbering short poem

Tell me not to rise again, Yonder slumbering magic hands of futility Have lulled me to rest in suave peace’s grave And are inviting drowsiness enough to blink. Thanks thou merchant of senselessness Trades countless pains in forlorn heart Till

Assembly On Creativity

Assembly On Creativity short poem

In all schools, there is assembly conn Which directs the class or school yon Expectations of all – trustee – the swan: Choosing topics and teachers from Taiwan. Keeping updates is teacher’s duty since eon So is the assembly to

Fall Fall O Water Falls – Poem By Shuvo Chakraborty

Fall Fall O Water Falls   Poem By Shuvo Chakraborty long poem

Fall, fall, o water falls From peeping cliff of mountain walls Fall, o fall. Angel of heavy downpour. Thy careless treading on shapeless stairs Burst out in very next delve Laying bare the weary water slope. Lass of joyous birth

To A Trojan Horse

To A Trojan Horse long poem

Adieu the happy year, Run, run the Trojan horse Towards the servile marriage bed With all inglorious splendor. The deadly weeds of unhappy moments If ever entice you as dew fresh grass, If the supposed Helen with supposed charms Riding

The Roadside Tree

The Roadside Tree prose poem

Passing by that deserted road one autumn evening My eyes caught sight of a forlorn tree All dried up without a single green leaf It looked pathetic and a picture of grief Lost , as if in the memories of

Home

Home prose poem

I walk through the main door, heaving my gaze on every little thing I could see, Daggering signs of unkempt mess, spread all over the floor, Fringing little pieces with signs of dust obscured upon, Every little memory I could

The Lighthouse

The Lighthouse short poem

The sail caught the wind; as did the hull catch the tide, Piercing the darkness, shimmered the feeble light, A constant companion in the dark… Wooing ships and sailors alike, The lighthouse, keeping its forlorn promise; Providing a sweet haven

Thought

Thought short poem

Age has brought a pensive thought, Flying like obscure bats at evening hour And invoking short commemoration of happy years Coming out one by one like night’s parading lights Removing heart’s forlorn glacier. Then comes brief loitering on shaking earth,

Nor Can Time Stale Thy Grace

Nor Can Time Stale Thy Grace long poem

Thou bare beauty’s bride of immortals Thou enrapt silence of mystery, who can’t tell thy flowery history And Fair Youth? And unstinted admiration thou bear, All profuse versifiers to thy truth begotten, They lie; of thy mystic gracious beauty, swear.

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Freedom

Freedom short poem

Rushing Blue into the arms of Red, Overwhelm Robin, To render melody, In tandem with the notes of cowbells, With the beat of ripples rolling down the stream, Whispers the wind, into the beings, Waking them from deep slumber, Urging

Master Designer

Master Designer prose poem

An accountant, businessman, psychologist, or teacher? Great challenging and responsible endeavors, but for who? What was God thinking when he made you? A doctor, lawyer, Janitor, engineer, or carpenter? All good and noble professions, but for who? What was God

Prescribed Tranquillizers

Prescribed Tranquillizers short poem

That’s it! Now that’s the stuff! More drugs. Damn doctors, actually believe this is fair? With their fancy and witty mugs: With careless hugs, And their snobby shrugs. The older pretentious ones don’t even have hair, Just cheap and obvious

Love Sonnet 118

Love Sonnet 118 sonnet poems

Precious Moments Merit To Be Written, In poems kept under the best of care, Never again will such events happen, For Time nary remakes a past affair; Perhaps, I might reread those rhymes someday, That flaunt of sweet caress your

All That Remains

All That Remains short poem

Outside, always looking in, A deafening silence encompasses the room. Inside, never turning around, Embellished laughter and empty smiles fortify a line of demarcation. Alone. The soot amasses dusty clouds, Engulfing the couches and various chairs. Never to be used,