NaPoWriMo 2019: Day 7: Sorrow Inevitably Follows

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The things that used to bring me joy

Are now viewed through a veil of tears

When I remember times now past

Memories leave a trail of tears

When I remember those I loved

I must suppress a gale of tears

I dare not ask for anything

I'll wind up with a pail of tears

Every story of happiness

Always ends as a tale of tears

~Cie~

Note:

The NaPoWriMo prompt asked for a poem about joy and gifts. Technically, this poem is about joy and gifts, just not about happy endings.

The form I used is the Ghazal. 

NaPoWriMo 2017: Day 13: K is for Kind of Unkind

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I came into this world a loser, and life's been kind of unkind

I was branded a loser from birth, and life's been kind of unkind

I was never pretty, but I had a pretty fragile mind

I was never all that strong, and life's been kind of unkind

I've walked through this world, unwanted and unloved

Never had anything anyone wanted, and life's been kind of unkind

Maybe I'd change things if I could, but if I did I wouldn't know me

Nobody else wants to know me either, and life's been kind of unkind

I always wonder why some are born showered with every gift

While some like me always struggle, and life's been kind of unkind

Nobody would choose to be someone like me, you can be sure

I didn't choose to be Cie either, and life's been kind of unkind

~Cie~

  

A to Z Blogging Challenge: G is for Ghazal

A to Z Blogging Challenge:

G is for Ghazal

by

Opal Zushaquon

 

Ghazal

A short lyrical poem that arose in Urdu. It is between 5 and 15 couplets long. Each couplet contains its own poetic thought but is linked in rhyme that is established in the first couplet and continued in the second line of each pair. The lines of each couplet are equal in length. Themes are usually connected to love and romance. The closing signature often includes the poet's name or allusion to it.

Read more about 55 Types of Poetry Forms by www.poemofquotes.com

 

This site contains an example of a Ghazal poem, which I will use for a template.

 

Kiss the hand and cheek, kiss the lips that open.
Kiss the eyes and tears, kiss the wounds that open.

 

The nuclei of our atoms are so small, we are mostly nothing.
Whoever did this made our stone walls out of windows always open.

 

In a thicket: A bag too dark to see, too big to lift, too familiar to walk away from. 
God grant me strength to drag it into the open.

 

6:10, stuck on the freeway again.
Love is singing with window and throat wide open.

 

My friend refused to greet the stranger in black,
was brought to the surgeon, who cut his heart open.

 

Go ahead, I dare you, take another breath.  Each one is full
of what 14 billion years ago blew this world open.

 

We safecracker poets sand fingertips, pass long nights on our knees.
All to feel those clicks that mean the door will spring open.

 

Len says, I love the night sky, but I adore the Milky Way:
It is the edge of Her robe.  See how gently it opens.

 

Len Anderson

Copyright 2002

 

And you all stuck me with this? I will have my revenge!

 

All right, let's have a go.

 

Damned

 

Rotten luck in love all my life, I must be damned

I get the thorns and not the roses, I tell you, I am damned

 

The apple of my eye is rotten, he lies coiled in the grass

Striking at women who are not me, my heart breaks and I am damned

 



I try to make him leave my mind, but he comes to me in dreams

How can I quit him when his kisses taste so sweet, and I am damned

 

My very existense feels like irony, a great and wicked cosmic joke

The Gods laugh at my misfortune, and I tell you, I am damned

 

The apple of my eye is rotten, his image decays my senses

But though I know what he really is, I can't quit him, I am damned

 

Heaven help me to forget him, but how can he when he glistens

Like an Opal in purgatory, I can't forget him, I am damned

 

~Opal~

 

Actually, that was kind of fun. I take back the revenge threat. But you're welcome to throw hundred dollar bills my way!

 

Love,

Opal