Best Gaslight Poems

Gaslight me, baby.

I don't want to hear the truth. Tell me you love me. Say you need me. Promise you'll never leave me. Convince me...

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twigs of winding stairs
   climb glassy mirror of time```
   old memories wiped

saintly gaslight tails
    fill lungs with pure...

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During a bad storm one night I turned on my television
Grey and black flickering lines appeared, obscuring my vision
I went outside and saw the aerial...

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Tho’ the soft voice has an aristocratic tone,
the haughty attitude ain’t no street gutter different:
Being rude ... dropping shade

Dark keystroke mood, 
shallow indigo indifference shown
Another...

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BETRAYER of worlds, EVIL mongrel, you 
REEK of the poison which delivers one 
Final BLOW to my buzzing brain. 
Alone, I shall survive, as I...

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"The Tree Hugger and the Lost Paradise"

They called her 
the tree hugger,
her forest was full 
of trees that watched
silently, they had 
no mouth to speak,
rustling...

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"The Gift" 

Communication to a friend...

Responding to what you have written, responding to your thoughts. This is a very deep and very sad write and...

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"The Haunting"

What happened 
was a crime
in more ways 
than one

who can understand 
the mind of a recidivist
twisted, calculating
in this story, there is 
more than one,...

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When the moon’s gaslight wraps my hair
In beaded lace and creamed amber,
The winking skies bid me a playful roam
Enthralled by an incense of orchids
Dripping around...

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Fire kissed you lay your ivory skin aglow
beneath the gaslight from the cheery floral globe
marooned in innocence he died not long ago
and left you to...

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soft flames flickered offshore
Timucuan tribal campfires
luring Menendez’s armada

Feast Day of St. Augustine 1565
Spanish settlers rowed covertly to shore
more than 600 torches ushered in a new...

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(Colino)
so you say you have no memory 
of the last day you were friends with me 
no link to help remembering 
your brain can't give...

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Creeping in like a sinister asp
eerie hands of a midnight fog
wrap themselves around a lone gaslight

Eyes that watch through a veil of darkness
...in waiting for...

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Tacita leaned in close and lowered her voice a tad. “So tell me, Jack. What’s your real name?"

"You don’t really want to know who I...

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"Understood"




My feet stand solemn
grounded they're barefoot 
sinking in the undertow,
feeling what’s real

my toes grip the past

while the slow words 
wash it irrevocably away 
the ego...

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