Best Dirge Poems

Vanished

the wild magic of this place;

this wilderness I now roam alone
as its lifeblood seeps 
into 
Afterlife

..my mournful howls
across time and distance
go unanswered -
Oh, how I...

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Alas
how they suffer
poverty seeds disease 
like a puddle breeds mosquitoes - 
the sickly buzz is everywhere..

the dirge of the drudge 
nowadays damn near everyone in...

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it pulls ...
tugs on the core like a fulcrum
black ... mysterious ... warm ... final
harvest of all terrors
(for some)
yet ...
it is the magic of moonglow
the...

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the sky scatters tear-seeds -
diamond-hard shards of stars
that jewel his dark water-tomb with crystals of light.

The clouds are floating feathers.
Now what hand will seize
this weeping...

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To release me from hellish nights
let's talk now, Fear...
I leave, yet your shadow follows me;
a darkened grime blowing on my mind 
like an uninvited guest...

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A pregnant lass with eyes of glass had never learned to cope;
once set adrift her fall was swift, she slid a slipp’ry slope.
She fled the...

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My heart stopped, you see
Three times, thanks to foolishness ...
But within the horror of it all I learned something ... extraordinary
And the following is, for...

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I awakened about midnight in the middle of the day.
I was crawling swiftly toward you as I slowly raced away.
I hummed a merry melody that...

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"Amid the jagged shadows of mossy leafless boughs;”  
               ...

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Now, I am speechless; I am without speech
As you transcend the simplistic to grand
Grant me the guidance of your gifted hand
In the temple of your...

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Mourning has broken

Mourning has broken...
my spirit and will
Despair I have swallowed...
my bitterest pill

I  never imagined...
my soul needed to purge
So with anguish burning...
I compose this...

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I never told anyone how my ears reverberate in a silent room.
The whirring drone ever present, a conquistador of my private spaces.
This is my cohabitation...

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A saddening song swishes subtly in the bitter breeze, 

Mad mournful music meets me everywhere I move, 

Like a dolorous dirge drumming through the dark;...

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fo'c·'sle    /'fohksel/  noun  deriv: forecastle
      1. the forward part of a ship below the deck,...

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November comes down gliding on filmy wings, 
Bringing cool and dank days on her way
Sweet it is to watch the spectacular changes she brings
In a...

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