Abysm Poems - Poems about Abysm

...found midst the moonlit sheets I swim your soul my flesh, wild water bound by blue beams swirling, deep your sea ... lost. Written and submitted on June 7, 2020 For ......Read the rest...

...The Crucifixion Of the Christ Lo and behold, on this rood On it once lay a great sacrifice Of God’s only Beloved son With his blood spilt on the wood He washed away every vice The cuf......Read the rest...

...Brumal mist ... Crawls o'er the spindrift White hats and bobbing buoys Nod to me in affirmation ... Oh, Calypso ... So calculable and sure Stir me as the sand, soft Gather me to the briny ab......Read the rest...

...Systemic symmetries of destruction, gorging with thoughtless consumption… Within the bowls of corruption, enslaved by the sanguinary skins of seduction… Butterflies bloom to demonic deeds, ......Read the rest...

...Silver blades in deathmatch, sound of thunder, lightning cuts flesh in half. Robotic feet march, shaking redwood trees, frightening bird wings. Bobbing heads in claustrophobic helmets, decomposing.......Read the rest...

...The upbeat moon becomes dazed, when you start, the dance of death. Personified, lone word, unloved; changes the choreography. Given space, a sick crowd, expands, unsquares, for the t......Read the rest...

...I stand, facing the roaring deep I stand, and get jolted from my petrified sleep A most wonderful sight A most phenomenal sight Waves, unleashing their fury Waves, battling, wild and free......Read the rest...

...despair knocks the door hallucinating the mind tormenting the soul darkness dispels light sinister black shadows loom unhinging spirit an evil fiend tempts execrable ideas drowning to a......Read the rest...

...Carlos Bousono’s poem : Recordando a pastora imperio for Damaso Alonso (Poem published in the collection : Metaphora del desafuero, 1988, and dedicated to Damaso Al......Read the rest...

...The Question, Translation of Carlos Bousono’s poem : La Cuestion « …Oh ! God, Oh ! Centre »* for Vicente Puchol (* Note by the editor, Alejandro D. Amusco, attesting that the above quo......Read the rest...

...UPON THE SEASHORE Off the blue Nantucket music of laguid hours,emerges from the labyrinth,delicate snail-horn perceptions of beauty, thronging this world of sensible things.Stirred by majesty,soft fl......Read the rest...

...I am hollow for I want what is out of my reach Things I cannot have at that precise moment My will struggles inside like a chained monster Trying to get lose and devour whatever has the Power to ......Read the rest...

...Torn and Tattered Wings It’s not easy to have seen All the darkness inside you Places I have been Sorrow and degrading Thrusting their blades epithetize Hard into your heart I look in you......Read the rest...

...I turn my eyes to the abysm, twisting my hands nevoursly. I don' t love anymore, I brood over. This stormy sea in me - it's an obsession that calms down only when you come in and then, when you ......Read the rest...