Best Belfries Poems

A misconception is the tale
That we should dread October's spell

It's time to wear your scary faces
For cloudy nights, and creepy spaces!

Mummies stretch by light of day
Ghouls in shadows want to play

Ghosts, behind the pillars, peek
They practice wailing, tune their shrieks

Spiders weave around the room
A wart-nosed...

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 Continued from Part 1 

The forgery of Multitudes between the Silhouettes
(and discarded cigarettes,
neath the haunted parapets)
mock my lonely echoed steps
         – mock my lonely echoed steps –
(struck like clicking castanets
      ...

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Truth, tis as a lighthouses emitting or a belfries resounding ~

Penetrating the night and bestirring elixirics Soulful solutions....

A sweetened aroma arising from this reservoir to replenish ones heart

Beyound the scorching deserts through a worlds depleting of their spirits 

Oceanic dunes; sailing amid medieval storms in...

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"50 Words for Poe: Revenant"


Everywhere he looks for Her his melancholic Ghost Girl
does our lachrymose ignoble Phantom in his own thunder storm


In the Wind Song he listens
Her elusive whispers hail from another dimension 
echolocation through the Never Slept portals 
bounce off grave plots where jumping...

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Are your eyes the green of a shamrock's leaf,
or your nose the tide that comes and runs? 
Is your skin the plains of pearls and perplexities,
your hair the curtain to a rainforest peace?

Could be your ears the caverns where rarities dwell,
and your shoulders belfries that...

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In the bivouac field of life's main
All things are uncertain
From the wide spread of the elms 
'Til the motion of the films.

A life's solemn swear
Is not to let the tear
Drop in vainless mortality
Nor fall on cup of insanity.

In the belfries of life
Clangs of pains and...

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Daylight drags its feet,
its slippers are grey and pad silently.
Long after dawn
night keeps rolling over in its grave
refusing to die or give way.

Bats flutter listlessly in twilit belfries
somewhere upon a moonlit pond
a trout is crossing over a fishy Rubicon.
It is belly-up, a mottled death gleams
upward...

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A misconception is the tale
That we should dread October's spell
Weird things happen, but do not fear
It only comes but once a year
Cornstalks, lanterns, pumpkin faces
Cloudy nights, and creepy spaces
Mummies hide by light of day
Ghouls in shadows want to play
Ghosts appear to take a peek
Cats put...

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Beneath the dome of an unforgiving sky, a spring with a leaden heart warms up,
Around it, whole worlds gather, with stiffened breaths and glassy stares,
Herds move, languidly inside a landscape torn from an apocalypse painting,
And lambs – ah, the little white lives – begin their...

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