Adumbration Poems - Poems about Adumbration

... Frice the week along with night had fallen to sleepless slumber, Trapped again 'tween times when thirds are three in number. I sense a grimace gurgle in these halls of boned wall, The aching w......

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...Thrice the night—the day!—both fell to sleepless slumber, But now in Spring, though yet again: The third was three in number. I sense a wince remind itself, Of what it means to be, Instead to ......

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...Midnight, bewitching hour full of horripilation Car door slam-bang and the warble act begins No,no, I scream inside the verisimilitude of what will now ensue I am a powerless protégé a......

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...Here’s a twain of siblings so delicate— The tenor and its weary vehicle, Similar are, nor yet so disparate O lady, art not thou so fickle? In seeming sameness struts lady contrast, Harmony j......

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...SHADOWS ARE ME I am there, but I am not. I seem to be, but how could I? I am my pain, which can’t be seen. A shadow of yesterday, smoke in your eye. My words are the wind. My wishes......

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...darkness ... it is closing its careless bite upon ALL of us it knows no favor, no age, no disposition fear and all its dim shadows paint the tremulous sky above and swirl the murky waters a......

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...Twice the night had fallen upon a sleepless slumber, Yet again awoken by winter when the third was three in number. I sense that a silence doth sneak ‘tween cracks of weathered wood, Conniving w......

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...(alternately titled: aery diction galloped jocosely) Abbreviation asper "FAKE" abdication (wishful thinking), an aberration Trump accepted abjuration (or alternative) i.e. ablation, thee appre......

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...A wince doth lurk wearing which wicked gaze, Of conniving cast shadows ‘tween my windowpanes. Gazing through the window’s diaphanous gelid glass, I see a flushing fluorescent misty haze of frot......

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...Once the night had fallen upon a sleepless slumber, Whence the winter woke me when the third was three in number. I sense that a wince doth lurk and wear which wicked gaze, Of conniving shadows ......

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...Shrouded penumbra Seconds shatter dawn's chilled gasp Moments remain mute......

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