Last Commented Elegy Poems (75)

Sad Shattered Broken And Alone...Im Back To Where I Belong
Into The Realms Of Sadness...Deep Into The Depths Of Sorrow
I Moan And Weep In Agony...No Ones Here To Hear Me Cry
Cursing My Pathetic Life...As It Mocks At My Helplessness

Tired And Full Of Remorse...Solitude Consumes Me Again

Lived My Life Like A Dog...Always Faithful To Everyone Around
Hurtful Stones Pelted At Me...Never Understood My Crime
They Welcomed With Open Arms...Then Feeded Me With Poisoned Words
Leashed With Pain And Hurt...Battered My Faith Without Mercy

This Dog Is Mad Again...But Then Whos To Blame

Vulnerable Like A Glass...Im Tryin To Be Strong
Strugglin Not To Give Up...Fightin My Inner Demons
A Million Thins In Life...Thought Right But Went Wrong
A Pathetic Loser I Was...A Pathetic Loser I Am

Waited Too Long For A Miracle...To Be Fortunate Again

Afraid To Sleep And Dream...Nightmares Makin Me Insane
My Head Full Of Thoughts...To Terminate My Existence
Hopes Of Survival...Interred Deep Beyond My Sanity
Soul Strugglin To Be Free...Free From Painful Misery

Im Rottin Here In Silence...Waitin To End My Affliction

Little brown face with 'look' in his eyes,
Sticky complection all covered in flies
Raggy clothese and dusty feet
Baggy shorts with a hole in the seat

Little boy hasn't a chance
Tells his story in one glance.
Why should I have all I need?
When wasted food this one could feed

Its not enough to be aware
Or else in comfort stand and stare
Could we spare a little wealth?
To give him clothes, food and health?

Helping now we'll win the war
In the eyes of the child that I saw.....

Peter Dronfield Zambia 29th June 1980.

The four points of the compass gyrate around,
The plane creaks as it rushes to groung.
Tragedy looms as the captain had said,
One engine gone and the others dead.

Two hundred souls and a crew of eight,
Falling downward with gravities weight.

The flight was normal, all well on the way,
Our speed and direction had shortened the day
And tinted sunclouds were fading to grey.

An explosion somewhere, flames and a rip
Port wing down and all things slip.
Lights dim and fear fills the cabin
The young scream and the old are crying.

All life's hopes are leading to this?
Each one plunging to the black abyss.

The four points of the compass gyrate around
Atomic shower as plane meets ground.
Tragedy came as the capatin had said,
One engine gone now all is dead.


Peter Dronfield 1980

Oh my friend
Ya made me laugh.
Loved the spirit, I never had it by half!
Inspired my spirit
You never bowed to any f*ckwit
Living life wild n free
As many should be
So rest easy old mate,
We had a laugh (or 2) at the wake
RIP Jeff.

Searching for something that may never be known,
mental disturbance turns a heart back to stone.

Je me sens perdu dans mes pensées que je ai oublié
la tristesse écho des violons de l'automne
derrière moi l'étreinte glacée de l'hiver dernier
hante ma mémoire comme une douleur engourdissant
quand je peux espérer fleurs du printemps
Je aurais presque nier ce que je vois au dessus de moi
que les champs du ciel étoilé ne assistent
dans tout le beau mystère d'une nuit sombre
trouve une question sans réponse dans mon cœur
pourquoi vous ne avez mon amour, pourquoi me avez-vous laissé?
comme la pluie mes larmes seront jamais vraiment cesser
aussi longtemps que mon cœur bat vraiment en moi
quand je fais tout ce que je ai oublié je me souviens maintenant
la douleur engourdissant qui hante ma mémoire
violons de l'automne qui se agitent à nouveau l'intérieur de moi
la fureur de l'hiver me amène aucun réconfort
depuis mon amour, étant la lumière de ma vie
vous êtes mon pont vers le monde je réside dans
la fin de la solitude dans laquelle je habite
vous faites une différence plus que vous savez
toutes les étoiles dans le ciel chantent vos louanges
votre beauté transcende diamants sur la terre
ma honte qui a vraiment pas de nom mon amour
me fait tomber dans la repentance en face de vous
comme mes bruits de pas se écarter de votre tombe
où de belles fleurs saluent la mémoire
comme je les regarde comme les fleurs du printemps
pas de mots sur le ciel ou sur la terre mon amour
existe plus immortel que vous devant moi
pourquoi alors mon amour, je demande, me avez-vous laissé?
la pluie froide et humide est comme une cascade
de la musique triste qui ne quitte jamais mon âme.

I feel lost in thought like I have forgotten
the echoing sadness of autumn's violins
behind me the icy embrace of winter past
haunts my memory like a numbing pain
when I can look forward to flowers of spring
I should almost deny what I see above me
that the starry fields of heaven do attend
in all the beautiful mystery of a dark night
finds one unanswered question in my heart
why did you my love, why did you leave me?
like the rain my tears will never really cease
as long as my heart beats truly within me
when I do all I have forgotten I now recall
the numbing pain that haunts my memory
which autumn violins again stir inside me
the fury of winter brings me here no solace
since my love, being the light of my life
you are my bridge to the world I reside in
the end of the loneliness in which I inhabit
you make a difference more than you know
all the stars in heaven sing your praises
your beauty transcends diamonds on earth
my shame that truly has no name my love
makes me fall in repentance in front of you
as my footfalls depart your gravesite
where beautiful flowers salute your memory
as I look at them like the flowers of spring
no words on heaven or on earth my love
exists more immortal than you before me
why then my love, I ask, did you leave me?
the cold and wet rain is like a cascade
of sad music that never leaves my soul.

Hath not one touch heart,Its by glimpse only you....
Dwelth the corner for all,In you found some true.
And thou all generous felt,Why early did not make....
But was every night alone,And also the morn when wake.

And never thee one near all,May found as one likes....
Beneath the feet all stunned,you were like of so nice....
And thee flying up in clouds,thine feathers turned as wings....
And my heart got mend all,You are song i miss to sing.

He is all one of us,Serves all for with time....
And we remember them only,by murmering few lines.
He is also one of a son,Who serves for the country...
And all such sacrifice let,nation grow like a tree.

Lets think of them also,only salutes are not enough....
They serves us all boders by,either some day dont have dough.
Let be not so selfish all,We enjoy all eve with our members....
For them nation only is family,The one thing only they remember.

I find it strange coming home and
not seeing you here this evening
Even now, with my mind's ear
I still hear the patter of your tiny feet
as you ran into our room
when I opened the door
It is a sound that will always
remain with me

I recall the time I spoke sternly to you
about something you did
that I thought was wrong
and how you went directly
to your favourite spot
and curled up there
You glanced up at me in apology
with those sad eyes full of emotion
which moved me so strangely
that I wondered if it was a child
sitting there looking up at me

I shall always remember how
you sat on your little haunches
somewhat lopsided with
your head half-cocked to one side
one ear up and one ear down
staring at me
as I tried to read your thoughts
or was it you that sat that way
to read my thoughts

I can still hear your pitiful moan
the first day I put you in the kennel
Forgive me for not realizing
that a spirit like yours
was not meant to be caged
After you were set free
how different and alive you looked
jumping around in the yard
with those precise energetic little leaps

So goodbye my little Gypsy
I shall never see you again
but you will always dwell
in that secret spot in my heart
Thank you for the few days
you spent with me
and for the beauty
you brought into my life
I shall always be grateful for it
My dearest little Gypsy

Now,
when you are the wind

I can breath you
wherever I am

Now,
when you are the trees

I can embrace you
wherever I walk

Now,
when you are the waters

I can let you surround me
whenever I dive

But now,
when you are everything

I feel more emptiness
than ever before