Best Disembodied Poems

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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Sudden, as a bolt from the blue,
Came down a humming bird, tantalizing
Skimming down and darting up
As an ever revolving top

It reeled round and round
Before it...

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In the flickering of the ethereal candlelight, as the greenish blue flame
Burns dimly against the ancient mirror of reflections, the necromancer
Chants in rhythms rhythmic undertones,...

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

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

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(An invented ghost tale)

A tale was told how centuries ago
at one old wooden bridge, there had occurred
a tragedy, for led there by some foe,
three children,...

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Part 1: FORE SIBERIAN FATE

silk wings wet -
angel on the lake.
starlight glitter
separates from

the golden wheat.
her docile hair,
prophecy of ice.

winter pink,
pinched cheeks.
ice skate scrapes -
flecks of...

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What does it feel like to wake up into your skin?
Your day?
What do you feel first most days?
Is it in any way influenced by gratitude,
or...

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have you ever heard the devil whisper in your ear?
the acrimonious voice instilling guilt and fear

a satanic chauvinist who cherry picks your thoughts 
as you...

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There stands a desolate castle on England's venerable shore,
That once sheltered a royal line that ruled its sprawling realm.
Now, according to local lore, eerie things...

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Finding Abigail

“Abigail! ~Abigail!...where are you, my love?
I can’t see you, nor smell you, let alone touch you…”

A nebulous cloud encroaches the corridors of mind,
Where a...

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One dark night takes me on a ride to an isolated hill where I inhale unpleasantness ..
Wide gleamy monstrous gate opens as the mighty wind...

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This page is intentionally left blank.
It is intentional, 
a deliberate attempt act of obscurity.
These are the words you are not reading.
These words do not exist.
Their...

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Being Persistent
By: Miracle Man
2/4/2021

One of the biggest illusions many have,
is that of entitlement.
Few things arrive on a silver platter,
and when they do,
absent is any feeling...

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Dreams are disembodied entities in need of being incarnated into concrete reality!







© Demetrios Trifiatis
    16 December 2018

* May your dreams come true!...

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