Best Crypt Poems

Sweet Rosalia was here with me
but for a year and a day
when we strolled the cliff beside the sea
to see the oceans spray

Sweet bairn of mine did laugh and clap
to see a butterfly
she reached her hand when broke the strap
fell from the cliff to die

Poor...

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Butterfly wing door vestibule builds anticipation  
Shuffled, carpet muffled greetings, familiar embraces                     
Piloted by Holy Spirit, seated hushed congregation 
Ritual of ornate cathedral thanks...

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When this pen of mine it dries
Pondered words in memory dies
Forever lost on paper wrought
Emotions gone in fleeting thought
Left there to beg unwritten script
Falls quiet into memories crypt
What words hath thou in mind
You have failed to leave behind?...

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The back door....

Around one thirty amid the Octobers early morn

A beautiful young lady dressed in sheer black

Pomegranate lips with the deepest of dark alluring eyes

Long flowing ebony silkened hair; radiant

An hour-glass figure of ivories white smooth skin

Adorned within silver, gold, onyx and turquoise jewelry

She, the...

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Tales From The Crypt

Date: Wed, Dec 2 2015 at 1:10 PM

I can see the hurt "Inside"
 But maybe her "Pride"
& being Strong to "Survive"
All of it she "Hides"
See the hurt in her "Eyes"
The Pain In her "Soul"
An the Pain that "Grows"
That's why maybe she Chases...

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In a deep crypt
With moss covered walls
All damp and musty

Candles cover all the niches
And dark shadows cast

There’s a light
Coming from a crystal ball
In center of the room

Showing twisted faces
That can be used for evil
The witch controls them

Through the channels of the ball
She takes over her...

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Tales from the Crypt 2

Date: Tue, Jan 19 2016 at 12:34 PM

This A Tale from the Crypt Keeper
Of A Boy with Mystical, 
Physical, 
Spiritual,
 Lyrical,
Features
Created as A Creature
With An Extroverted Demeanor
Inside him is Ether
That Burns as his Strength
Willing him to Persist
To hurdle the Roadblocks 
Behind...

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man invents the bullet
visits the medium
voices from beyond
spell the message
of a game to play
hole in the ceiling
and a message to send along everyday
something to say
to everyone who purchaese what he sold fate
a hole in the heavens today
stop the slaughter
oh bother
oh brother
what i have to say
the...

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It was midnight moon
cruising in the bedroom.
I step aside in the depressed window,
watch the overwhelming spillover.

I listen, then do not listen to alien voices
of bipolar beings, speaking Aryan,
artfully in cryptic signs
crunching the bones.

Black crucibles throw up bright stars,
in cruciferous crow bars. Pungent
smell of armpits. Dizzing...

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Butch and I saw the Stones at the 1969 Altamont Concert.
We had the time of our lives! We dropped acid and
did Quaaludes and snorted whatever was offered.
We were young and bullet proof that day.

We're senior citizens now but still rock.
We scored tickets to the Stones...

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Trump In Crypt

Trump had slowly slipped,
Into what was well kept crypt;
Than to China shipped.

Jim Horn

Started a new card game called,
"Bringing in the trumps. We shall
come rejoicing bringing in the
trumps....

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Oh, Laura oh Laura 
Are you okay?
 Karnstein’s are falling I must say 
Terror in the Crypt is the film on the moving image strip. 
Spells are in gear and Laura you have much to fear 
There is this dapper looking Klaus who is looking...

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Never had I met you 
Still I know your name,
Because of the notoriety 
Because of the fame

Written in stone
Forever and a day,
Many gone too soon 
Seems to happen that way

Halls of Hollywood memories 
Echo down the tomb ...
In a place of reverie 
Not a place...

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Dank
darkness
was always
settled around.
It was all I knew
of the near universe.
Stale, stifling, suffocating
in my broken and spilt trundle
leaving bitter, morbidly clammy
earth enshrouding my body and being.

A crack in the soil, or in time perhaps.
Slivers of light split the filthy floor,
crawled over ornate catafalque,
and continued its approach,
like...

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Stonemason's talent 
his gnarled hands carve fine art
fluid beauty from granite

Flowers, fern and foliage
Exquisite presentation
Not for mortal eye.

The crypt slumbers on
Divine carved angel awaits
With patience sublime.

A holy quiet
Permeates this sacred place
Time has no meaning.


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