Best Deads Poems

I write a poem that will entertain the world.
A poem that will fade someone's fear.
The one that will inspire you to smile.
Something that can make...

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Was the place where we climbing down the bank
Then arrived, alpine and, for what was there
Such as, that any eyesight would be shrank.

Similar to landslide...

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I tell, to follow, that long trait before
We reached the  back foot of the tower tall,
Our eyes went up to the top core

For two...

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(autobiographical)


I was barely eight before mother died
When Gerald was happy and not as reduced
When he was the loved son
The child with a loving home.

From aunt...

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Venom resumes X 3
Suryas out of his basket indeed,
Even good boys are naughty, Sajni,
elevation creatonism,
mantra stance style,
the sun moons life,
he locks his eyes for an...

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Along with a haunting horde trick-a-treating
Dressed as ghosts, ghouls and goblins,
Dancing dwarfs and teetering giants,
Despicable despots and snarling demons, 
Pirates, warlords and mercenaries,
Blood-sucking vampires and...

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Blessed is the man to whom the Lord shall not impute sin."Romains 4:8

a blessed person in the eyes of God, 
most evil people count the...

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I've heard it said that if all the people 
who ever lived and died, were buried together, 
it would fill the size of Spain.

No gazpacho,...

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Packed for a trail set
Amidst the deads,horrors and greens
A safe success trip....

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menses contordes birds,
flayer in the narrow tunnels,
keyboards deads, glass, silicat, wires..,
bent the time, memory to rack one`s brain ,
himself and her ,
to penetrate end beaten...

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The eyes you see at the end of 
your bed,
Are mearly the demons inside 
your head. 
You think you can hide,
But they're simply your 
dreams,
That...

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Through the years the boy became a man that had already seen the world in his travels.  He never married because of his conviction...

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Psychopomp led me into afterlife
into the souls' of our forefathers, 
into the dire grave, spiritualism,
i saw spirits, deities, the deads;
the beneficient dead of the night.
i...

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All  people live, but someday they'll die…
This is our simple life, obviously not a lie…
We all know that, no matter how hard you try…
To...

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She sings,
The dumb mouth,
But she sings.
There is,    beyond the deads,
The time's continuity,

It continues in silence,
As crazes the stone
... And have no ...

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