Moth Eaten Poems - Poems about Moth Eaten

...Moth-eaten hag was a big battle-ax biddy A hackneyed hag who wandered New York City Grandam of the alley, a smelly aged fish wife Aren’t you glad you did not have her kind of life? Don’t be so ......

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...In a world burning under the weight of its own infernality, Empty words destroy suffering like a lost art. Those who write only for applause and hollow idols birth dead phrases, Devoid of pulse an......

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...On the parlor wall, a canvas frame Adorned with whispers of a fascist game A warped impression, born of decadence and sleep The perfect lie, where dreams and nightmares creep A stenciled gir......

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...The cold night air wraps around my shoulders like a moth-eaten shawl. A rasping rain pelts the bitter sidewalk below. Visions of what once was flash in and out of the headlights passing by. ......

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...Old flame memories, and game show repeats, viewed through tobacco, it's smoke fills the room, loneliness, only, stays glued to defeat, blue-bottles, can't help, but choke on the gloom. Dreams l......

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...Under the heavy aegis of passing time, Centuries have become a burden weighing upon the moment, We are more severed from purity than all the ages, Corpses of empires, our own decay surrounds us. ......

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...Under leaden skies where shadows gather, We look back at the great tragedy of the ages, Since the Enlightenment, we admire the shattered dreams, Where optimists, as architects of false hopes, Hav......

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... I melt into the plural sky its rippling tableaus of tomorrow underneath open light waves see-saws the labyrinth like Delphi tendrils crossing channels all the changing faces played automati......

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...Must morning return so soon? her hand-me-down haste, & moth-eaten bloom, grieves for the rain, of last night's pour, but, I still taste, the petrichor, dancing, on my tongue. ......

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... “A lover asked his beloved, Do you love yourself more than you love me? Beloved replied, I have died to myself and I live for you. I've disappeared from myself and my attributes, I am present o......

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...In this late hour, the moon withdraws behind a cloud Hiding her face and her light so dearly loved And wraps herself in her old, moth-eaten shroud As the last jack-o’-lantern’s flame is finally sn......

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...Bulky blue-purple bottle Rounded and smooth Sharp etches of gold It’s heavy But the weight is comforting You can smell the musk from a foot away- Without even spraying a spirits Sprayed on......

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...Bartholomew Barton; his friends called him Barty Eighteen years old but no birthday party Slumped in the mud, a gunshot to the shoulder But unlike his comrades at least he’d get older Tyrannic......

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...It’s the quiet that kills The silence that slays The loneliness that leaves holes in the soul like a moth eaten sweater I remember before today's technology how a thrill would go through my bod......

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...Eclipse without sun I am etiolated, enfeebled, bereft my backbone heavy and limp, muscles stale and indurate from disuse I try to lift my face, feel the light, even ......

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