Best Petrified Poems

Frightened by the darkness of this eerie night

Crystal eyes cracked, by the horror of its sight

A phantom amid the forest of these petrified trees

Of barrened branches, stripped of their leaves....

Taunting eyes filled with fire, flames, as he soon does approach

Souls dripping, from the sickle of this host!

Hansel and Gretal lost, along the trails which encumber...

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I ponder the

   Petrified Forest!

      What frightened all those trees?

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired

Entry for Richard Lamoureux's "Questionku Two" Contest...

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You singed
the last feather off my back
took away    my sky   my flight 
congratulations lady fire   you win    
I surrender.   

I'm leaving... 
you can eat those feathers for all I care.
When true warmth, true peace blows my way
I'll regrow a new pristine flight.
Regain the...

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I lay there petrified
As they began ripping,
Tearing the roof off of
My coffin...

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A petrified conjunction(?)

what a strange day...
for a martyr of missing time
born in the urn grove
among the burning embers
born on the wrong side of the tracks

what a strange day...
for an unknown hero
living in his restless chamber 
his head like an ice-breaker
his uniform of ivory tears

what a strange day...
for a night in a boiler room
mais la nuit...

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My life flashed before my eyes as I sat in the driver’s seat
I clung to the wheel for dear life
my face was as white as a sheet

Would this brave man named Dale 
live to tell the tale? 
Had he written out a will 
Drafted Out in great detail ?

I was petrified you see
But he had...

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I could tell you who I am,
But I'm petrified of opening up.
Why am I terrified of pouring like a river?
I wonder what mountains gave me such shame.
But you'll forever live,
Within the cracks of some beating heart,
I wonder,
If the first stab of heartbreak,
Was the same shades to you,
Purple, yellow, a tinge of pink.
What is the melancholy...

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Adolph Hitler was born into pain
All he knew was disdain
However, others born of the same fate
Made a choice - the narrow gate
They searched long and hard for the light
Found the source which gave them sight
Blinded by hate, Hitler refused to see
So darkness would not let him be
His mind became warped
And in his heart so dark
A...

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My Funk 'n Wagnalls says 'petrified' means scared out of one's hide!

Oft' I've pondered what caused the Petrified Forest to become so 'petrified'!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Up near the peak of Rockies,
Me and my limbs live in frigid cold,
The mountain seems to be frozen in time,
Being a petrified tree, I am frozen in stone.

As I ascended to the heavens,
I had to leave my earthly leaves behind,
I could have been a towering blue spruce in the valley,
Up here I am a diminutive...

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Time’s mysteries await
 no one’s expectations,
 and or life;
 Moments left...
 in what once was paradise
 erased from closeted memories,
 and living’s strife;
 Exist does...
 that secret cherished space,
 where all one’s thoughts
 are so inclined;
 Solely paused...
 an existing horrid dream
 seems the universe expects,
 that threat divine;
 To cease hope’s bright
 to cleave...

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In middle of Mediterranean Sea
Lies a petrified pirate ship
She froze in place during a fierce battle
Her secrets and treasures locked inside
Wait here.
Treasure map coming soon...

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wild flowers jubilate 
        along country roads
           that they prettify;

     yellow radiance here,
        red exuberance there
           pleasantly...

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In a labyrinth of treachery, my broken hearts cries,
From an unspoken betrayal, that no love survives.
She deemed my love wanting, a river too weak,
While I poured all into her, till I became a creek.

My silent vows etched into every setting sun,
Her needs, my command, until the day was done.
I never complained, grumbled, nor moan
She always...

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In the mist of the journey’s penultimate mile
at the edge of the fading pasture of future obscure
in the twilight hour the sunset swansong resonates
for the forlorn tree of the being silhouetted still
against the blazing skyline of transient brilliance
witnessing the last flicker of the dying day. 

Twirling threads of turmoil entwined seamless
with the cleaved clouds of...

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