Best Cerberus Poems

mythical black dog
i hear your howling from the darkness
gate keeper of the underworld
perpetual torment
cries the name of a lost love
as innocent blood drips from my...

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Midnight, Cerberus roams across the sky,
Chasing stars and barking upon the fly.
Hound of thunder, cloud riding the air,
With three heads and snaky tail awry.

Lightening cracks...

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A mountain of flesh was howling in singularity
                 ...

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Achilles, His Heart and Soul Were Mortal
Part One- (Years Before Troy)

Achilles* woke, his slain foes calling out his name
hearing merciless woes, his sharpen sword they...

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It's three in the morning
And I was awakened by 
An extreme thirst. In the night
It's hard to tell just how thirsty
You really are. It's not...

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America unlocked
Is the monster
under stairs
stirring? 
The bottom class
 wondered
as upper class
called them higher.
Master like playing games
 stoking darkened fears
enjoyed teasing
emancipated 
Kept them
second guessing
what step
would be...

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Stair carefully dear into the unknown abyssal void.

Pier was once past and now rotted and rictus, petrified.

Hue manatee threaded ten den and garnet.

Ruby teardrops and...

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Continues the translation of the great Dante's poem written 700 years ago,
 probably the most important poetry ever written in the human story

When my mind...

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Atmospheres of the weary tears that flow through the river Styx
Bonded by the watchful eye for Hades is in the molten mix

Cerberus is in his...

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That color vileness painted on my face
When coming back my duke to me I saw 
His new squeezing inside much more took place.

He heedful stopped...

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A storm is brewing as the wind hastens,
the darkening troposphere trembles
with the tornado's teeming tempest afar.
Cumulonimbus clouds meet, gathering to 
brood, to share their destructive...

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The typewriters tap,
with a rat-a-tat-tat,
like a fourth estate rap
to provide us the pap
(that serves as a snack with a rat-a-tat-tat)
in a newspaper scrap
crammed with meaningless...

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the episode took place near the sewer
the boy lay lifeless on the stiff ground
his white clothes dipping in red
a rowdy mob encircled him
like vultures awaiting...

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MY DREAMER ,HE WEAVES THE WESTERN TUNE, WHILE MY HEART SINGS IN ORIENTAL MONSOON.
so far away, she eagerly awaits me, from such a distance, easily...

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“By Whatever Means” 

Halos are us
shining examples
of fallen poetry

gauntlets warm 
hearts pumping blood
dog catchers of thieves

lives stolen 
then retrieved 

by whatever means

our quarries
captive, then fed...

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