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Lovecraftian Horror - Tribute To Hp Lovecraft
Come upon tomorrow,
you'll think back to this horror,
incomprehensible, feel sanity leaving you,
You'll see in a minute,
you can't kill it,
you're insignificant,
under the gaze of the universe you'll crumble,
not even sorrow, a single glance is insanity, 
so numb you can't use profanity,
hear them coming for you, 
a...

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Categories: hp, horror, psychological, scary, tribute,
Form: Free verse
My Spellbinding Obsession - Hint - Hp Fan
My Spellbinding Obsession
Written by D.W. Breidenthal 


Like all obsessions,
I feel regret for getting
Into fantasy
Like all obsessions,
I think about my crazy
Fantasies...my mind's spinning & spinning...
I'm consuming ideas
Bliss - I'm a victim 
Of my imagination 
And my magical...
Spellbinding...desire
T'wards the Harry Potter books
J. K. Rowling's cool!
Kiss reality
Goodbye! I embraced fiction 
In...

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Categories: hp, beauty, books, car, change,
Form: Free verse
Edgar Hp and Mr King
A written word wistfully wrought into a compendium grim,
Of the darkling ravens beset upon the plutonian shores,
Hither did your shapeless muse invade our psyche and vapid minds dim,
Edgar has retired his effete quill yet still
it inscribes beyond our slumbering doors,

Into the ebony emptiness of a...

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Categories: hp, fantasy
Form: Rhyme

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry



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On another poetry site
the winding road 
took me for a ride
from the top of the mountain
to the bottom,
at least in my eyes.
Along the way my confidence
inflated.
It grew,
especially with increasing
reader views.
This was good,
seeing myself growing into a tall oak.
This was the spark I...

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Categories: hp, introspection, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Hp Lovecraft
H.astily I traipse “amidst these tombs,” “untainted eye…”
P.reparing the way for the “hidden world of yore.”

Luring lovers in, “lost Nevermore…”
“O’er the midnight moorlands crying,”
Verily to “wreck the solace of the poet’s mood!”
Even now, “drunk of the fog-foetid fountains.”
Cerebrally “reject[ing] the language of the glowing heart.”
Revered...

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Categories: hp, appreciation, celebration, feelings, growth,
Form: Acrostic

Book: Reflection on the Important Things