Most Liked Elegy Poems (75)

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

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.

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

Part I - Love/Loathe

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This World Is Melancholic
Dark Lonely And Callous
Cant Find No Relief
Been Searchin For So Long
My Soul Is Sad And Blackened
In Search Of Inner Peace
My Heart Full Of Love And Loathe
For Myself For This Cruel World

Hate For Myself Is More Inside
More Than Hate For Others

No One Tries To Understand
Even People I Thought Cared
Wastin My Love And Tears
On Heartless Stoic World
Ive Lost My Existence
In Search Of Unanswerable Questions
My Life Is Grief Striken
Solitude My Only True Friend Again

My Pain Will Surely End
As The Last Drop Of My Blood Drains

Part II - Fade Away

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Beam Of Sadness Guides Me
Deep Into The Realm Of Sorrow
To A Destination Unknown
Through The Labyrinth Of My Dreams
Poles Of Loneliness Push Me
Deeper Into Surreal DepthS
Darkness Consumes Me And My Sanity
Takin My Life Slowly

I Sacrifice Myself And Fade Away
My Dreams Become Reality

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

This Blue Train

tasting the sweet rain tracing down my face...
unitelligible sounds and benign utterances break the silence...
i watch the blue fog slowly move in,
penetrating each and every glance of mine eye...


the blue train slowly passes by ~
soon to chase away the distance between now and then....
acquiring rights of an assumed passenger ~
warming my feet within her cabin's frame,
passing in review before her porters and residents...I ask...

what will they see of me?

who will i let them see?

not me...

not now...

i want to ferry the passageways incognito....
empty and void is how i feel,
still warm to touch,
but too cold to feel...

like this blue train...

like this choking blue smoke...

like the blue cloak of the morning fog.

meloncholy is my mask and mood,

just now...

on this blue train.

gm sexton

Angels in heaven,
Angels above,
Protect the one I love.
For she is in your hands now,
Protect her from evil and hate,
Love her as I have,
Love her always as I will.

Into the abyss
One ventures in time
From birth to
Heaven

One dwells in time
As we age
Changes we not notice
for we change

With a blink of an eye
from childs knowledge
We gain matter and thought
are knowledge expands we gain

Are mind active are
are bodies decay
Inside we dwell keeping the world outside
We protect are selfs

As we grow old
We look in mirrors at are souls
For death is near
The reppers bell tolls

As we age we grow old

Oceans sways and disasters rages and in the mist of these apprehension of the unknown, he gazes far tryin' to guess and visualizes things ahead about tomorrow in order to prepare for what he thinks tomorrow might be, But like an obscurity of doomed, tomorrow is hidden in itself not revealing what it holds. He lays straight in his rest and looking above and say to himself, how poor, wretched and miserable is the Man that in spite of all his quest to know it all, but tomorrow kept things away from him - good, bad, love, hate, good health, divorce, marriage,happiness,sadness life all hidden in tomorrow.