Best Citadel Poems

CITADEL AND CONSTELLATIONS


The green leaves in rugged moans;
The tall bushes in rumbling groans;
The roofs train creaks-- their fugue
blow cobwebs hugging branches below,
such  are precursors inviting darkness lair

for  stormy   clouds   before   crowd  the  days.
Yellow horizon seem...

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I will not run from fear.  Its torment I must shun,
when it threatens with distress and intimidation.
No song of despair will I sing when day is done,
nor will I cower, cringing with grim trepidation.

Though calamity assails me, I will not be alarmed.
Courage and faith...

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I am just a beating heart
red from the start and damned with a dream
a spiking scream upon the Hope and Hell seam,
the world passes through me, revealing suffering and the heavenly,
I make a scene, as I put together my pump, thump and bump melody
a feather...

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Villanelle: Dare you stain the portals of your deity’s sacrosanct citadel

Dare you stain the portals of your deity’s sacrosanct citadel
Which mortal mammal’s primal address the rapists desecrate
Be not taken aback the yoni passage leads astray linga infidel

Seeds of life ever come tumbling from out the...

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she build the walls much higher than before
for she remembered well the sting of pain
her citadel of heart could not take more
the weakened roof let in the acid rain

she fortified the structure with her fears
a mortar of regret on every wall
the open spaces filled with...

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Filter through barrage...

Drawer bridge select...

Silent comment...

Complainers (common denominator) 

Quantrum retreat...

Climb into the mind unaccompanied...

Delve the walls fortress...

Quiet Solice Serene...

For the time inside my citadel...

Quiet Solice Serene......

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Wet furrows slowly churn,
his plough horse snorts,
a farmer walks,
lost to his morning world.

Clay sticks yellow to the disc,
he kicks at it,
the dawn sky is his citadel.

Harsh days, like summer, 
blaze in his memory;
confined to this land,
 his earthly flesh has made a pact.

 His arms are held like tree...

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The noblemen control the pen, indeed they own the farm,
but nonetheless exude finesse (and need I mention charm?)
with revenue to sate the few, exulting arm in arm;
for all the rest, they wish the best and certainly mean no harm.

The fourth estate stands proud and straight,...

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“There,” said he,
“Observe the rat —
It makes its nest within the shell
of this, the ancient Citadel.
“Note that many greater souls
who once did walk these gath’ring grounds
have died, and are again born, and
that very rat now hears their sounds!”
I asked “What sounds?”
He cackled, “These:
On the rat,...

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A citadel of secrets on a dry and dusty plain
As I journey on always protecting the flame
What do I talk about to fan the dying ember
Of times when I was happy and want to always remember

Time is such a fleeting thing 
So the poets want...

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The forces of self destruction wax in their strength.
Virus of creation that goes to every length
to snuff out the dancing lights coloring our soul,
making soft oblivion preferred to control.

From what wellspring comes this sour, blackened madness?
Foulest demon shrouded - sowing seeds of sadness?
Perhaps it is...

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Beautiful,  tall clouds hidden behind lower lying drizzle-makers;
Grand, expansive spires of nature's great conveyer;
hidden behind a mist of weary half-carriers. 
Great pillars of the sky looking down;
the view lost, thwarted by aborted weather-child.
These majestic lakes of the sky;
hidden by the puddles from earth bound...

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When the Citadel doorway opened its jaws in October 1898
And its grand three stories loomed above the urban prairie landscape
Eighty men shoulder to shoulder at the longest bar in town   
Guzzled beer and spirits, while the gas lamps shone around 
Pissing in the...

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So what's the running hubbub--hot-toot's Shangri-la?
Our fear of death's gone wacko. It’s crowding up the bar.

Let's drink to obfuscation. Annihilation’s hip.
Roll out the tequila sunrise.
Go down with the black-sail ship.

But could it be, O, could it be
that we had just forgot,
or we'd missed that day...

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Mayhem
Reigns above hills,
Behind city wall lies
Fortified dreams in chaotic
Order.

Languish
In confusion
Of emperor’s torment
Levy madness, out of control
Refrains....

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