Best Hemlock Poems

His last kiss cast poison upon my lips
Wine of sweetened hemlock I'd taken sips
With little time left for pain and sorrow
I write of what I shall feel tomorrow.

In life I never knew what my heart held
A master of deception, he cast spells.
Too late did I...

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You and I, we are,
two polar petals, laced with
arctic blue moonshine
of soft sweven-hymns
and sunburst apricity
of aqua-gold tides,
reminiscing mauve
hours, when our love waltzed in teal
faithful lakes hued with
ivory ink of
coral kismet, shimmering
in wine-auroras,
but now we just trace
poisoned pixie-dust, upon
each other's frail fate,
sinking in folklores
of shaded red...

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The image I imagined,
Alas! It has not passed. 
For I am afire with carnal desire, 
unquenched and dying fast! 
My sweetest bane, I shan't complain- 
you are my Love, my Death, my Pain! 
Through my heart, a stake! Oh, do indicate 
the grave where Love...

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When fog creeps in to sheathe 
			the point, obscuring paths
			among the brush, unseen loons,
			hallooing one another,
			map out this realm
			of hemlock, rock, and water.

			Loon cries vivify fireside
			conjuring, old camper’s tales,
			for the point’s new children:
			they glimpse fabled elders,
			conveyers of craft and lore
			who made a mile or more
			of...

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The spotless swaps are filled with bright hemlocks
Slaloms brighten the looming metal fence
Footsteps ring in the darkness of airlocks 
The spotless swaps are filled with bright hemlocks
Under a load of plants, gates groan and shock
A moment when nothing pleased your senses
The spotless swaps are filled...

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What killed Socrates.
a weed or Aristophanes?
What caused an end so dire?
The law or just satire?
The cries of ignorant crowds.
or something in 'The Clouds'?...

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Hemlock? Or Are There Options?

There are poisons we relish and those we despise,
but most innocent breaths, the clear water we drink,
have a role in life’s probable end game, I think.
We are dying from birth; most plagues plans we devise!

Oh, does sucrose make sweeter the strychnine...

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Sleep my dear, sleep my precious
Everything will be just fine
Embrace this moment
Breathe, give in to this

Just one more step
To your place of rest
Just one more breath
Sleep now, my love

Close your eyes
It will all go away
Hold onto me
I will protect you

Just one more mile
'Til we make...

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Juniper prevails where hemlock heathen dine
As breeders of the weaker worlds increase
A persuasive drink, the final glass of wine
Spiked by grand deception ruined Socrates

Slither those who slant to slander
Bodies styled from a wicked Cain
Betrayed by his honesty of mercy kinder
Of universe, a mind for generations...

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As Socrates calmed the council by speaking up,
Í, slow and aged, being sentenced to drink from the cup.
Being condemned by truth as guilty iniquity,
injustice phenomena throughout antiquity.
Í abide my sentence and so will you all,
perhaps it ought so to be, by a greater call.
My prophetic...

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My lips are black,
I am drunk
on the hemlock, proferred by you –
my life. I am still in love with pain.

What not, the trial
tried to break my resistance.
I will walk on my hands
paraplegic legs lifting my eyes.

Why did you want me to fake a death.
She was...

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all but one lonely soul
hangs from limbs of tired trees
in a dense forests of hearts, 
and endless flow of blood through leaves.
under one sky, 
under one moon; 
a canopy of hope 
set atop a floor of dreary dead, 
laid to rest in a damp field...

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Hemlock Taken 
Hemlock Taken 
Socrates in Prison making mention of the time passing “the time is passing” eye 
am Socrates 
The maid forgot to clean my cell again the kitchen sent the hard old rolls again 
and the water bowl is fetid eye can not...

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Some would say,
the danger portends   

Some would say,
it all is pretend

Some would say,
the past wears a shroud

Some would say,
the quiet is loud

Some would say,
all love is for fools

Some would say,
to break every rule

Some would say,
today is unsure

Some would say,
tomorrow the cure

Some would say,
the...

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