Best Necromantic Poems

Thru horrendous acts of lore within the aperture of the Earth’s core
Lays Evil of a wrathful whore to which you find stimulating and abhor
Within frozen fear, you do attest as you suckle on the beastly breast
For now, you are a gormless guest a piteous punitive...

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"The Syballine"



Behind closed eyelids
the curtains of the mind
open to silent applause
Sun screens are slick and applied 
shining bright Ultra Violet
a violent Light
all over a body
of work, unseen
words written 
tattooed black
on smooth satin alabaster
beneath piercing opalescent lasers 
frosty green
burning the tithed pages 
of a rosy crucifixion
cast...

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Hey mommy I am here to play
Daddy and brother are on the way 
To the underworld where I sent them
By gutting tummies and dissecting 
Innards go to outwards on the floor
Faces you can’t recognize anymore
Low and behold they still breathe
So I drowned them in the...

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Atmospheres of the weary tears that flow through the river Styx
Bonded by the watchful eye for Hades is in the molten mix

Cerberus is in his bliss as he watch’s the grotesque gates of hell
Death becomes as it nocturnally numbs the souls underneath its spell

Eurynomos watching...

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Dark energy spreads ink across the universe, 
dripping scarlet liquid fated by black magic. 
As the wheels spin poets' necromantic verse,
dark energy spreads ink across the universe,  
and trumpeting angels’ mighty blasts rehearse.
The baneful sonnets doom driven by tragic.
Dark energy spreads ink across the...

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"Transport Terminals" 

When ghosts find ghosts
they walk through the 
core of each other 
expecting knowledge 
of the other’s being
it’s surprising mirrors
are considered 
transport terminals
eerily reflective
otherworldly portals
between there 
and here
past, present, future
managing the transfer
easily

but it's never 
that easy

when you’re a ghost
blueprints are beggars 
to transparency

fingers slip...

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In sandy Egypt lived three men
In ancient days when pharaohs reigned
The kingdom of the pyramids,
Osiris and that Isis’ den,
Whom everyone worships and heeds,
Or at least doing so they feigned,
And those gods too blessed them and deigned.
But these three men round whom my tale
Will be revolved,...

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Siren Song

“My aching bones protruding desire; 
My mind overtaken by time immemorial. 
A wasteland of dissociation, barren yet flourishing
With fruitful anamnesis of a necromantic epoch; 
Oh Poseidon- how I long for home. 
To endure the Fateful death song that spills from these lips, 
Our sweet...

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A Tale of Winter

Words in front of me in sight in their style and in some
weight on the type face I grin beaming with sadness

A crystal ball’s incantation gleams paranormal winter magic
and necromantic I reach out to the dead as a New Year dawns

My father...

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Embracing dying reason
My consequence gave
The inactions, dying seasons
At least I can fade
I am a grave

I was never living
I’m too aware of the signs
The distractions and misgivings
Then again I’m part of my
Necromantic lie

I am the hunger and deception
Birth of my pain
So dark but so fluorescent
To be...

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Just untangle and snip the threads and you will be fine. In the luminous labyrinth of society, a kaleidoscope of perspectives unfolds, where idiosyncratic souls shatter certainties, embracing the abyssal void. We, the insular inhabitants, mistake tenebrous convictions for apocryphal truths, perpetuating a tortuous cycle...

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Writing effortlessly and I faint
first thought was dreamscape 
I can recall every single detail
To the T. 

Twelve fenestra foggy glass, 
a paining of a woman, Egyptian,
classy loft style apartment,
with a fountain in the center, 
tree growing up and through the ceiling,
at its base a pool...

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Lest I halt this pervasive thought that’s wiggling in to perform something indescribably ineffable. As repose in this boudoir, my ossuary exudes a graveolent aura, a baleful lust for the necromantic. Ink on this tapestry paints chiaroscuros, I may indeed be tantalized by rigor mortis...

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Grimoire enchantress beguiles vetala invictus, slicka min kisse, hehe just kidding, just a u’i lata spreading sugar, a sweet gift. A snarl like smile crosses my countenance as I manifest into a deity of quintessential grandiloquence on this edifice, casting thy maestra symphony to be...

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