Best Affrighted Poems

"Sing to me, Muse, of the wrath of Achilles." - Iliad, Line 1

Western dreams were born in wrath,
Overmastering all the noble aims of reason.
The bloom of youth, cut from its proper path,
Fallen wasted in full season
Torn and silent upon fields of fire,
Betrayed by elder men's...

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AT THE RISING OF THE SUN

The sky was slowly brightening with the dawning of the day,
It had been three days and nights now that the Savior there did lay,
But then suddenly an earthquake and the stone rolled from the 
door,
For the Savior had just risen,...

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They danced and they turned and they tumbled
In wind, how it sighed and it grumbled
With force, how it howled in its fury
But still they bore no trace of worry

In cool autumn winds they cavorted
My foot! How they laughed and they sported
They flew through the air...

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There was a man;
Whose lived by the mountains for ages.
He was; but to be seen,
Or heard.

He was; truly bizarre,
With no lads by his side,
He lived in the castle;
Of Romania of Britzsit.

When the wolves cried in horror;
When the mountains stood still;
There he was; looking at the...

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If raindrops rise in leu of fall
would you seek the meaning overall?
Would spectacles endow with a clarity of fog
would you follow tangled lines of a rearward call?

Inevitable advance to stepping backwards
and dreams which mock to be their master
like a fugitive refusing to be captured
so elusive...

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There was a garden gnome named Griselda
who lived by my back garden gate
she was nasty and mean, at times quite obscene
to Gregor, her poor garden mate.

She screeched and she stomped as she threw things
like my spade and my best flower-pots
she awaited on my roof- no...

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It's a wonder young children still turn out all right
With the stuff that gets crammed in their heads every night.
Things like visions of sugar plum fairies and sprites,
Or a thousand tales of Arabian delights,
A frog who turns prince with a kiss from a lass,
A girl...

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My heart submitted to no one,
A completion of self with another was a fight to shame a proud mother
And still as the waves crash against the rocks, 
You sway against me, push upon me- rough and waylay 

My rough edges are flattened by the fire...

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The feisty woman spewed torrential abuses
He holds her in his arms till her anger defuses  
To despair over her phobias he  simply refuses

Nightmares of being hated and unloved one day
Cloud her thoughts of his fearful avenge in some way
His calming voice cannot unnerve...

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Athwart Without Surcease — Edzel

Erelong the sphere was contrived,
intrinsically safe with His arms.
Born— soon derived,
and molded from His heart so warm.

Fain to live,
hight to be a no man in an island.
Sith ere He do forgive,
our sins be reprimand.

Teened with so many misdeed,
but He do acquit;
our...

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Beholding the painting of Jesus Christ’s resurrection
I find myself reliving a glorious occurrence in history
                    --- captured divine fulfillment ---
Prophesied and recorded in the Holy Scriptures
Magnificently...

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a blonde Baboon face
wings around cows tails or hooves 
affrighted black crow eyes...

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Fretfully aching to feel fit as a fiddle

After experiencing a severe,
albeit violent near lethal bout
of irritable bowel syndrome
(yesterday night August 30th, 2023)
triggered courtesy dulcolax caplets plus 
healthy portion of lentils,
I (a beatle browed, foo fighting, 
night ranger needing nirvana) 
imperiled me to twist and shout
as...

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Passion ignited on a strike
She lights the dark night sky
trailing a glowing inferno
scattering embers near and low, soo far and ever so high, 
crawling across the hills ever searching
for a manner to quench her thirst
her sweltering footprints 
branding her way
her unplanned escape a devastating curse
flaring...

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The heart and mind meld this time
I would that I bleed, not cry
Bleeding tells them my body hurts
Crying reveals my heart and soul hurt

The tree of life is uncertain and short
Season in; season out, my life; your life
Is like a vapour, only musters to vanish...

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