Best Condemned Poems

178 months, 129940 hours,
now only 10 minutes remain.
Sitting in cold eerie darkness,
he observes the rhythm of water drops,
slowly wipes away streams of sweat
with his withered...

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To win is the trying..!' gainst despairs blank stare, a wounded earth still 
rolls on..! Midst the throes of territorial vying..

Shows our shattered crystal the...

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Arousing opulence of ancient ballrooms
She creates her own make-believe world
Waltzing coyly in terpsichorean rhythms
Upon glittering stage where they sell love
Each time she caresses arms of...

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* Bringing this gem back in the hope Becca Teagan sees it and returns. We wrote this together, a labor of love. The poem ends...

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A very wise woman once said I must write just for me.
Let there be no other reason for  e x p r e s...

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Your Love Redeemed My Faith In Hope
 

Across the dance floor, your soft sashaying gown flew
with its bright waving gleams of silver dust and blue;
within...

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Not to be taken lightly, I burnt all my clothes 
Cut the tattoos off my back, tore pins from my nose 
Foraged for food particles,...

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The Old Dark House

This tale of “The Old Dark House” is one that’s replete with a
most horrid sense of pure evil and macabre, and is...

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The Demon’s Shrill Cry of Dread and Horror

This tale of “The Demon’s Shrill Cry of Dread and Horror”
lives on in the mountain village of Gpeth...

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The handwriting became darker,
And I imagined your hands pressing upon the page,
Wavering whether to write your thoughts or not
Soon, sure, the wavering became conviction,
And in...

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A land unto its own as old as dirt
Condemned by voguish northern state of mind
This realm you'd be hard-pressed to disconcert
Though his'try would prefer it...

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Across the dance floor, your soft sashaying gown flew
with its bright waving gleams of silver dust and blue;
within that blessed gaze, lonesome heart jumped a...

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Conclusive is the board meeting by death’s merchants in Wuhan
the planet is rich, now placed in a temporary ban.
Grey hair is condemned in the statistics...

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The Medieval era
was filled with wars and strife
between the French and English
at cost of limb and life.

The French became disheartened;
their victories were rare,
a humbling situation
which...

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OMNIPOTENT: HE KNOWS ALL


I know today, at this time
You... my son(man), may not wholly know me. 
but, may I ask you...

Have you   taken...

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