Knell Poems - Poems about Knell

autumn leaf fell left branch shell shocked all’s well say roots...

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Now listen to me, my Lover; is there love as sweet as love this? Then lo! wither thou art, there in that far wall a single flower is frozen, and through the hole is a voice. See her pretty breast, whereon there kisses I beat, till from the wall I hear her song on the steps. Is it I?—no, but...

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The street is quiet As it is seem.. But louder what you can't see. The ghosts wander and the souls wander, searching for the places and reasons of their murders. Its unfortunate that they died but after they were killed some strange power took their place. The silence is before they give you to devil and...

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a limp flag hangs at half-mast the silence broken by the church bell and village gossiper ------------------------- A Brian Strand Contest Placed 1st June 2021...

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The Death Knell (COVID-19) Written: by Miracle Man 5-3-2020 The death knell that changed the game, once under subjection, lives won’t be the same. Change is constant, we must adapt to survive, To some, change decreases, while others thrive. Many may detest what each new day brings, the landscape changes, making paupers of kings. When change is gradual, most rethink, and cope, but a pandemic is...

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A saccharine rueful cry rode upon the wind, not a howl but a solemn ceaseless wail of tears whispering a last bell's ring, peal and tolling goodbye; a farewell to blended melancholic images and visions that once permeated the echoing halls and corridors where voices rang a rhythmic haunt of point...

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Pell a bell in a seashell and the echoes will dwell resonating to dings that swell to crescendo, a carillon of bells that befells the hearer to quell, and knell bell -------------- 5 June 2017...

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As the rain poured down On the solemn town You could hear the cries of the wind As the knell unpinned For a vehicle in all black And a family of no luck Were stationed near a grave And as the knell rang one last time...

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In the light of my days- Tears appears; But tis yet dark, My heart is black. My mind trembles- For the thoughts of rubbles; Eon of sleep-not in mind, A moment in the night-not it kind. In the light we celebrate his cries, In the dark we mourn his silence. His presence we stand to miss, But his absence we live to hiss. For his peace-we travel, As...

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As my wife lay with eyes closed in her last hours, not a word spoken, but tears ran that told me she heard and could think.....I wiped her tears with a tissue. The below is not for the speed reader who mistakes it for rambling, but my care of choosing thought I will always remember. I heard...

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From the church tower, a sorrowful knell, listen closely, a story it does tell. Each reverberation, lands like a tear, as the family of mourners gathers near. For each year in a life, the knell does sound. Twelve in all, such a short resound. A soul too young, to hold such burden. Forever to lie within the garden. Each family member lays a...

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Love is but a second’s tick Recorded by the cruel clock of Time. Hear those meshing gears revolve and click! And listen…for Love’s final chime....

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Love is but a second’s tick Recorded by the cruel clock of Time. Hear those meshing gears revolve and click! And listen…for Love’s final chime....

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