Best Ashen Poems

An innocence we used to know
As morning dourly turns to night
Entombed beneath an ashen snow 

A cell phone yearning for hello
With hopes of answer growing slight
An innocence we used to know

Within a stampede’s torrid flow
Bifocals lost in jostled fright
Entombed beneath an ashen snow 

A playbill...

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Daddy's specter plectrums mercilessly
Fraying my nerves raw
with oxidized guitar strings.
my thoughts relentlessly hemorrhage
onto clay vinyl grooves
s p i n n i n g
endless nights
of
suffocation.

a midnight jazz wail
lacerates
the void of your absence.
notes gnaw through bone marrow
ravenous maggots
in the corpse
of our love.

Chords violently crash
splintering my fractured vertebrae
a...

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On Ashen Sands And Violet Skies

Hues of ashen sands meet violet skies,
An azure horizon in their midst lies,
Bound in natures quiet spell,
Drinking in the divine beauty as well,
Transfixed I sit by my window sill,
Captured in the web of quiet thrill,
As I serenely sit by,
Venus dips...

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Volcanic spat and gracefully fleeing,
 clawing free from cloying breath.
Flame and fire, bolt and thunder
Lofty pride puffs its wheezing lungs.

Pumice stone, hiss possessed,
Soar and tumble, spew and tremble,
pyroclastic gush, clean sweep scrapes
Its hellish gush claws the land.

As pumice specks float on layers new,
Tumble- turn- spin,...

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Against That Pale And Ashen Cold Gray Sky

Dark colors of oak branches spreading high,
beds of Autumn's fallen leaves are resting.  
Against that pale and ashen cold gray sky,
Nature is contemplating and testing.

Winter waits its rebirth in sweet repose,
Passing days yield to time's eternal ways;
Clouds...

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Ashen to grey clouds
Welcome the horizon glow
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Jetblack sunrise ashen, breastbone of the final dark.
My priest must leave to return to his ghostly parish.
Where traitors necks stretch down from moss to swamp.
I met the host of my companions, caught by first dawn’s watchfire dogs, waits for his beloved no more.
Oh, his Clara,...

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Some lover's lips with honeyed lies are tainted, 
The taste can be both devilish and divine. 
Past affairs with a white washed brush are painted, 
Such deceit can never truly be benign. 

For knowledge of these lies will too soon pester. 
As heart and mind...

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Dark knight of Ashen light

Guardian of darkness,
Mount of dragon,
King of dungeon,
House of royal.

Fierce and loyal,
Blood lust warrior,
Messenger of death,
Bane of the holy angels.

Devourer of a thousand 
demons,
Black magic are nothing to 
him,
Grandmaster Ashshashin,
Second in command for the 
hosts of hades!

He battles for the sight of...

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We arose from the bunker
To a scene never seen
What was once green and vibrant
Ashen, no gleam

Below the church we stand
In staring appall
No sense we make of it
This deathly thrall

They did it, they went and did it
The buttons, they pressed
Mindless, crazy idiots
In their war mongering zest

Choking,...

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Ashen Colours

Explosions in the forest. That's all I see.
Everywhere. Above and below. 
The sound, its not right though. Loud, but not obnoxious. More like a distant whaling, a rustling of many feet. 
The smoke floats this way and that, settling only with silence. The smoke,...

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Scene
from a
borderless willowed window
frame
one scarlet cigar of sparking neon
smoked on slaplit glass
perhaps
meantime
the cinderous binding frays but
that face carries cities continents constellations
slow shellac sounding significances wrinkling into ivory
leaves of remembrances read over
some text they shared
may be
vellum will fray but
no
not this way.
...

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So, it is obsession?
Thieves in the night come to steal me away
Nightingales shriek, cries clear as day
And here, in my posession
The memories that made me this way. 

Or could it be passion?
Snow falls but there's no purity anymore
What once sparkled is leaving me sore
The white...

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In the clouds she floats so high.
Her halo a noose; she does not fly.
Neck askew, and head snapped down:
Her unseeing eyes gaze at the ground.
No longer does one hear her wings beat.
The stars and the moon must now retreat.
The sun rises and casts a shade.
The...

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beneath ashen skies i walk on
though the shadows of darkened days
where in life's game i am the pawn
moving about within its haze

i shift about as if strided
beneath ashen skies i walk on
in shallow steps my feet guided
towards the depths of unlit dawn

with clouded masks and...

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