Best Forbidding Poems

Silhouetted in the early morn
Five black crows await the breaking dawn
Sitting still and silent in a row
Their shadows cast a forbidding glow
Dusk turns to dawn...

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For the third time Pandora stands before the box
Inlaid with jewels ivory and gold
In her hand is the key – she closely examines
Intrigued by its...

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~Echoes Of The Heart.~
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Himalayan  Trip-Trap

They poured in,  before the deluge
To surpass the natives in numbers
folks in their  cribs -through-hearse  stages, 
trusting like kids, ...

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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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The Gift, The Truth, Hope And Its Sweet Promise

Your hope- you have gifted unto me
unto me, a vagabond shifting sand
a flightless bird lost in its...

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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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Quote- Henri Barbusse

""We are all, always, the desire not to die. This desire is as immeasurable and varied as life's complexity, but at bottom this...

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" Pardon me, 
if my soul has been p a i n t e d , 
with a lavender lake of solemnity, 
but, I'll ...

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As dawn unfolds today beyond my fractured windowpane,
a breeze beguiles the ashen drapes. Like snakes they slip aside,
revealing wanton worlds that race and run aground,...

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CAFE   TERRACE   AT   NIGHT           (Van  Gogh)


Orbital focus of...

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Beyond the skills of escorts
and the appeal of other playthings,
smolders the need of the soul
infused to best every man.
Twelve years have taken
the scars out of...

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Ursus Maritimus ...

I entered your world in quietude, slipping through the granular, soft.
          Long slats to...

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Keep well away from dark, forbidding dreams --
Instead, stay near the hearth and play your lyre;
Sleep even so will wait on wooden beams,
Seducing you beside...

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Written by Gail Debole on 
April 2, 2013

She, on her near-death bed
Face grey as she faced what is inevitable.
I, sitting to the right
And Death floating...

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