Best Antechamber Poems

Covered bridge sheltering frothy lagoon
Woven tapestry gilding each silted dune
Garnished threads over polished diadem doth croon
Fabricated ensemble breaching pristine medley, emitting swaggering tune 
A treasured grove; each branch artfully hewn
A regal polish smoothly layered on a well-crafted spoon
   
Scented laces nestling in furrowed moon
Binding corset ballasting each...

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On the edge of metropolitan midnight
he lays in a breathless silence
rasping the evanescing yesterdays to his windows
both open and locked,
while the unknowing below in stale smoke barrooms,
wait to sear his wounds and retell his life
in putrefied requiem.

Abashed metropolis
echoing of muted voices once adorning the streets
in...

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"when the Gods want to punish you, they answer your prayers"
                                  --line...

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In mind's castle many furnished rooms
In upper chamber, chaste virtue grooms
In lower chamber, strands of civility bloom
In antechamber, auxiliary dreams, visions illume
In the inner chamber, fears, insecurities subsume
In dim, adjoining corridors, venal guile do entomb
From bed chamber, hypothalamus, carnal libations spoon
In library, Prefrontal cortex, sentient...

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come on, open that door to face
what did you leave in the antechamber of your happiness
(I'm talking about the sad, chained lions roaring their nightmares
of the bloodthirsty watering that produced the fruits of illusion
of the black nights that drowned out the desperate cries
of those who...

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The flowers of winter wither wildly
Petals drooping, dropping, falling down
down 

down.

I pluck these rotting flowers from her ear
Her hair is stems, as are her veins
I smell the scents. Perfume.
Her boots are strewn over the antechamber
Slowly growing mold.

Despite my pleas, she
Would cut the flowers down, always
But...

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Speculation 

What is the best time to die? 
A beautiful summer’s day 
or in the winter when it rains.
There is an untimely satisfaction 
that mourners - if there is any-
will be wet and die of the flu.
Sitting in the antechamber
discussing where we are going.
My plan...

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Enter, this way,
don't mind the dank shadow-crawling tunnel,
nothing has lived here for years.

Antechamber ahead, no need to crouch now.
In this chill hall you can admire a black moon
pinned to an even darker sky.

So far, you have just been reading my thoughts,
now you may discern my...

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forty years late for death
uprisings toppled civilizations without hurting my eyes
at the apex of the vortex and inside this antechamber and shelter
the euclidean dome engine where i move the galaxy
I sweep the creation with the neural scanner
around here I became brutish and for each failure
I...

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Beneath the azure sky, I yearn for a divine wine of love,
To taste it and ascend, intoxicated by the infinity of moments too brief,
A sweet-bitter inebriation, spinning through veins like a thread of pure water,
And to feel the vibration of life, in every fragment, ceaselessly.
I...

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Oh, the poet sees you not just as a fleeting shadow that fades into horizons,
He falls in love as the sun in gold transfigures the curve of your cheeks,
In the line of the smile that steals your guarded secrets, fragments of hopes gathered,
In the tones...

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The absence of hope nests upon my shoulders like epaulettes of desolation,
with its poisonous warmth that has burned my skin to the bone, leaving purple scars,
crimson cuts from endless waiting in the antechamber of miracles that never come,
and yet it's strange how hope extends its...

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