Dirges Poems - Poems about Dirges

...I am accustomed to spitting out bones of my prisoners, not witnessing their escape. I hear whales whistle their stoic dirges as I descend—they know the doomed are villains and freedom is promised to ......

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...Full moons fill you with joy, seldom the New, And pleasure you conceive as good, not pain, Let me like New Moon that stars can I view, As some poets devise ways pain to feign, Which, helps them ......

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...hanging i am the piece that’s lost caught in the little flanks for the rooks and vultures to devour at this hour where sunlight and twilight do more than mere......

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...Tombs begin to bloom like raw, bloodless wounds. Tomes are written with truths of her dead moon’s tones. A keening lunacy keeps the dirges alive, while bones rise out of repose. A degloved hand on......

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...sinking deep into solitude birds singing dirges in my head and fly buzz and bee buzz are not found here in withdrawal land its silence is worse than one found in death its silence ......

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...Letting Loose .for public domain We each throw our part of friendship away, avoiding the sorrows and future decay we would face if we stayed together. But does not misery love company? Do......

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...Elegy – 7-17-24 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Elegy for Old Growth Through measures of metered melancholy The tattered winds sing a rent elegy, A pensive wai......

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...Do you know many things understanding not one Portending your weakness pretense on the run The trash bin of knowledge refills left unchecked Pontificate dirges spout off — to in......

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...From the chthonic chasm, I materialize in sarcophagus Spectral filaments of the netherworld Spiral in a maelstrom around my silhouette Osseous structures fracture contort I ascend from the fecund......

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...Threnody dirges miseries Severance of machinations The gravedigger’s shovel buries These coffin crypt lamentations Lachrymose welts filling levees Life’s vile xenotransplantations Psychopomp as......

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...CATULLUS TRANSLATIONS 4 Catullus LXV aka Carmina 65 loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Hortalus, I’m exhausted by relentless grief, and have thus abandoned the learned virgi......

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...In the realm of shadow where memories are born and die unnaturally, And stars watch in silence, reflecting celestial nostalgias. The Moon dresses in the silk of night, preparing for union, With th......

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...Light 1-29-24 Syllables checked with www.howmanysyllables ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Light Nightfall’s hand laid heavy on fleeing twilight While the darkness, born early,......

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...I have never been afraid of spiders But I never met one like that It was hiding in back of our ciders It came out and scared the cat. Sure it is large, but that was not the worst part She has ......

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...Big muscles of the organ grinder, his biceps burning. Cranking springs, the tired, but cheerful, Italian chap. Many chapters of his life on streets of cold cement. His beard, silver tone; his worn......

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