Best Oubliette Poems

Like the deepest darkest chamber
Way below the castle wall
There’s no one to see the teardrops
There’s no one to hear you call
High above a light is...

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My companion is confusion
There are demons to be fought.
They reside inside my mind,
Messing with my thoughts.

I try not to listen
But they whisper in my ear,
They...

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If the day comes
that I shall write no more
not aTo exist as ordinary.ble to canvas
visual fantasies of my soul.
On that day! I shall be ousted...

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Calligraphic psyche in a delicately expressed avalanche;
Addressed to whom it may concern in a note, carte blanche.
Four walls house the sweet suicide, boxing floor to...

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from the oubliette
far down in the lonely ground
the sound of weeping
out of sight, but not of mind
drown out the echoes with wine

by Gail...

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In time my senses came to terms 
With such medieval justice,
And found the hole they cast me in 
Accustomed to my taste.
I’d made myself a...

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Simmering unquiet mind.
The dark hole it has to find.
Fear of being me, at war with the ‘other’ constantly!

The blood bleeds just the same. The pain...

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The threshold of my Rubicon,
a thousand times been crossed!
For though I've lost I've also won
at such a dire cost.

Locked inside my oubliette,
covered in frost, I...

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Long ago in the not too distant future, whence temporal tense was but a phase,
I found myself afloat inside my head, from where I feared...

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Oubliette
Dark, alone
Isolation's naked, truth
Lonely hunger, sadness withdrawn
Dungeon...

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A broken shell, a living hell, and all I'm left with now is my regret. 

Better days ahead were a pipedream after our relationship crumbled....

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* you remind me of the babe  *
* what babe?              ...

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... [into] the oaken box in which the hunted King was secreted....
	Capern essayed to descend...
	- Elihu Burritt, Walks in the Black Country (1868)

Suppose a poet-postman,...

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allegro: vermilion fields are history

he's been ill for some time
terminally ill from mysterious origins
sick of all the monsters in the closet

in close proximity of the...

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Demons of old to toil and tither,
Moil of mine to wine and hemal,
Of thee comes brood and beast,
Whence a nite of tongues and chattering teeth.

Forth...

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