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On Thirtydays Of Separated Love

Thirty
Days ago on Shakespeare's birthday
We had our last talk..
Thus,
Days passed the shrouded love
Is ticking with the secs of clock.
My,
Repentance for denying the last call
From you to stay back.......
Now,
Crawling in my teary sight
Chooses to retreat to old track.
Still,
I celebrate lone cocktail
Without a peg of drink...
Addiction,
Chases me back to the talkative tick,
Prancing on my sorrowful brink;
Flash,
Bursts into thousand beams but,

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poem by Nilakshi Das
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A Home is a Family is Love

Coming home after a long leave
Is always comforting.
It’s funny how a home is a home,
And not just a house or building.
A home is where a family resides.
Without a family there is no love,
And without love a home doesn’t exist.

A home, love, and family coexist
And without one the others don’t.
Is that why so many are lost,
Because they don’t have a home
Or family or for that matter love.
They look hopelessly for these,
But really never find them.

Home is where the heart is,
Love comes from the heart,
And families share that love.
I’m sorrowful for the lost among,

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poem by Britney Hogue
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Across The Void

In this darkness of solitude-
My heart weeps a sorrowful song-
Into the night-
To the lonely moon,
In a starless,
Black sky-
As in the Winter wind,
I hear your voice gently whisper to me,
Of our love...
And the very thought of thee,
My love;
Warms my soul...
And dreary,
Lonely hours pass-
Like a single,
Sluggish grain of sand in an hourglass-
As if the bottom must be full,
Like a Saharan sand-dune-
'Fore I can embrace thee again...
As I long for thee,

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poem by Philip Alarie
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Nature's Song

On the wings of the sea
With a twinkle in her eye
She holds her head towards the clouds
And the sun seems to mock her smile
She whispers the wind
Cries tears of oceans with rain
She bring barren plains to life
With fields of rich grain
As I watch her wonderful masterpiece set at the dusk
And another one rise at the dawn
As I speak to the mountains
And run with the new born fawns
Wondering endlessly, I stumble upon mankind
And I fall down on my knees to her grace
As I inhale all the destruction
I break as I see her grieving face
Nature looks at me sadly
Asking me, “My child what have you done? ”
I hang my head as I walk into night
Singing Mother Earth’s sorrowful ballad that has never sung

poem by Rose Marie Flanagan
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Sad Me

My life has become a stage in my own eyes
Don’t even know which is true any more
Nothing is pure any more
And the pure ones are too false to be real
My life is turning to a station platform
Can’t think can't feel can’t jump can’t stay
And am getting too slow for my age
Yet I can’t run ahead my time
This my life a sad one
It's said don’t trust friends
Families will betray you
And the ones you care about so much
Will always leave you empty and speechless
Yet trusting myself prove more difficult
This my sad life
Sobbing for my lost yet can't gain the ones I've won
This my sad life ah!
The miserable thing is
I have to live it just ones and it for the sorrowful me
Sad me ah! Sad me

poem by Hontonnu Dominic
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Shiva 3- Vayulingam-Kalahasthi

Lord even should respire on earth heartful
Air bountiful hence is powerful
Proven record of a legend contentful
Of an altercation between Adisesha and Vayu fearful
Who the stronger were the two willful
Vayu was the accepted sucessful
Adisesha but defeated sorrowful
Yet all the victim was only mount Meru pitiful
Surged blow, diced the mount Vayu unmerciful
Demoted Meru, its triplet fell farther forceful
One at Kalahasthi turned a cave-temple zestful
Self-manifested the Invincible there blissful
Eventually Vayulingam essaying air truthful
Veraciously twosome lamps ever flickering dutiful
Acquired marks of salvaged spider, snake, elephant eventful
Air or Vayulingam evidently elemental factful
Lord even should respire on earth heartful

poem by Indira Renganathan
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My Heart Is Done

And now my heart is done
Tired and broken by the lies
The silence I have come accustomed to
Love presented no open doors
For each closed before my feet
And I once so loving, hope filled
Feel ashamed and defeated
Having chanced my heart over and again
For nothing but a sorrowful poem
Something penned to ease my pain
The loneliness I cannot describe
The are few who would listen anyhow
It is strange the effect of heartache
How it shapes your words and actions
Unable to communicate or trust
You become a character of occasion
Never playing a true part
Then a light a belief to risk once more
Only for nothing, nothing again
No other heart to keep company

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poem by Matthew Holloway
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Grand-Père

And so when he reached my bed
The General made a stand:
"My brave young fellow," he said,
"I would shake your hand."

So I lifted my arm, the right,
With never a hand at all;
Only a stump, a sight
Fit to appal.

"Well, well. Now that's too bad!
That's sorrowful luck," he said;
"But there! You give me, my lad,
The left instead."

So from under the blanket's rim
I raised and showed him the other,
A snag as ugly and grim
As its ugly brother.

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poem by Robert William Service
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The Boys

Where are they?--the friends of my childhood enchanted--
The clear, laughing eyes looking back in my own,
And the warm, chubby fingers my palms have so wanted,
As when we raced over
Pink pastures of clover,
And mocked the quail's whir and the bumblebee's drone?

Have the breezes of time blown their blossomy faces
Forever adrift down the years that are flown?
Am I never to see them romp back to their places,
Where over the meadow,
In sunshine and shadow,
The meadow-larks trill, and the bumblebees drone?

Where are they? Ah! dim in the dust lies the clover;
The whippoorwill's call has a sorrowful tone,
And the dove's--I have wept at it over and over;--
I want the glad luster
Of youth, and the cluster
Of faces asleep where the bumblebees drone!

poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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Life

Sweet sorrowful life, how it disappears from our gaze
How quietly our love seems to leave from our days
There is no pain like a love so painfully lost
It seems so much colder than a sub-zero frost
That love is gone, from my heart and my soul
It takes so much out of me, I lose control
There is no more time for me to wait
A life of solitude seems to be my fate
There is no love lost, nor is there any gained
When I leave you again, my face will be pained
You were the brightest star in my entire life
But when you turned your back, it cut deeper than the sharpest knife.
You dont know why you did it, you can never explain
I feel like a blind person when they cant use their cane
Im lost, just fumbling, cant find my way
To you anymore, I dont know what to say

poem by Mark Hyer
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