Best Death House Poems

CEZANNE STUDY – The House of the Hanged Man

Late Autumn

Buried in a hill,
Steep as descent from humanity,
A country house stands.
It’s late autumn,
Deep, sick autumn –
Deep...

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The Stain of Death

Going into that terrible place
A living dust-bin, black bags 
With clothes and books inside
No sign of individuality
Packs and stacks of anonymity
Nothing there...

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LaLaurie house of slaves with it's beauty of grand parlors that 
   glowed with hundreds of candles to light your way while guest...

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In the light of the ghostly moon
Through the whispering of the trees
The old house is deadly quiet
As the Lady walks the night.

The dark house oversees
With...

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The house stood lonely on the hill
its shadows long in moonlights spill
an eerie wind that makes bones chill,
echoes of souls that scream out shrill.

To tell...

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A lonely rider traversed the sand upon his sturdy mount, 
Beneath a sky so filled with stars that no man might ever count. 

A dangerous...

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Son, accept all my words of wisdom in your hearing.
Store my commands and apply your heart to God’s fearing.
Search for wisdom and insight as if...

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Your eyes are aglow

Leading through them

vines

Mysterious thoughts

Wondrous skies

What are you thinking?

I want to know

Rose petal cheek

Drop of dew falls from  your eye

What memories pain...

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I come from down in the valley,
there, my father's house shines hard and bright
in the darkness on the edge of town, 
like my memories calling...

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Oh hello Mr burglar mate, ....
.When you come to visit me so late, ...
you'll think me old and weak . ....
I'm old and bowed and...

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You can open your eyes now, darling. Surpise! I bought it two days ago. This is a living room. There will be nursery. There's no...

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I have sat through wind and rain
my insides have felt the sorrow
and the shame
of those who lived
and left with dreams
one way or another.

My walls remember...

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...a true story


Her house was just a shell, a burnt-out ruin...

standing apart, the other houses still intact 
with painted jalousies and window curtains. 
She must...

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Estate sale, treasures only to those who once lived here. 
Stories long ago forgotten, maybe to never be told.
A somber event, people move wordlessly, occasionally...

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One normal winter afternoon, Yehoshua went with the other kids to play,
They played in the garden's playground like they do everyday,
Nothing odd seemed to get...

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