Lurked Poems - Poems about Lurked

... Inspired by Iron Maiden’s song Dance of Death When the transiting sun shined enchantingly, spreading color spectrum in the chameleon sky, I saw once the masked figures of ingenious craft, ......

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...Is there a word for when you love something because it is horrible and it's horrible because it's true, and specifically, because it's you? That's why my chosen album cover adorns, probably, a ......

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... In one big ocean were many schools of fish. Most of them were nice in their own ways, but this is the story of two types of schools of fish very different in their ways of thinking. One school of f......

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... The moon, a silver coin in velvet skies, Did cast its glow on slumber's gentle hold, Where dreams, like phantom birds, began to rise, And tales untold, in woven threads, unrolled. A weaver sa......

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...I swore I'd turn and back away, Resist the call, from the lurking flay. For the life of me, I could not allay the stay! Before me lay a morsel, a mere tit bit. A taste I took, another, another,......

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...Sic semper evello mortem tyrannis, high bred poiet?s of mine ("Thus always I cause the death of tyrants.”) the purported line Brutus uttered after assassinating Julius Caesar. Alte......

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...A pondering of multiple raindrops from a detrimental storm onto the empty fields, crashing into them as hard and loud as clashing metals. The depth and existence of love weighs over any deprivation a......

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...This poem is dedicated to my best friend kat. For we are all demons! Demons In ages of old, when myths held sway, Demons walked Earth, at the......

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...she said she was, he said he was, then how? said constable at loss? fact was the old lady was dead, she looked like asleep in her bed, but she must have passed suddenly nothing suggests she was ......

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...the sad vicar The vicar walks in front of the funeral procession appears a bit wobbly, perhaps due to elderliness eyes are watery, and the smell of lotion is too strong  He lost faith years ago......

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...As a child at night, tucked up into bed counting sheep would never work for me counting only up to three then drifting from my head An imagination Big enough self-sabotaging dread ......

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...A poet I aspired to be, Yet words that mattered were in opposition with me. A pen I could hold, a book I owned, But the feelings were never my own. A writer's soul is a shattered vase, Tired f......

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...Unorthodox nonestablismentarian epitome Describes celibate bent aegis. Mein kampf illustrates gravitas. Underdog muted lest intimidation think bully brandishing fist in my face threatening t......

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...In the beginning was the Word. Was it necessary? Was it important? Was it redemption? In Him was life, which was the light of all humanity. He dwelt amongst us though we knew Him not. Should w......

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...After drenching biblical rainfall... verdant green acres covered the planet of the apes like a petticoat junction donning barrel of skinny dipping monkeys. Once drought stricken vast landscape ......

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