Best Reaper Poems

Silently he sat in darkness, flinching at the sight of light.
Which created a glow reflecting on his balding head.
His cold glare did not help my...

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"At the end of my life, with just one breath left, if you come then, I'll sit up and sing. That cannot now be said...

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Now that only forgotten promises remain,
sounds of solitude are gifts I wish to obtain.
Sentiments are temporary in a world full of change,
affections are wasted in...

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One day we will be, forever silent.
Where would we be without poetry?

As a child, I buried my heart,
drained from games death would play -
in adulthood,...

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A collaboration between Paul Callus & Carolyn Devonshire
 
Where were you when she disappeared?
Is the moment caught in your mind?
Were you nervous as the day...

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"When the Grim Reaper asked for my spirit,
I told him to take my poetic pen.
He walked away smiling, leaving me illiterate."

In the mystical wilderness of...

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"Life is a succession of lessons which must be lived to be understood." 
Ralph Waldo Emerson

In this performance we call life,
my spirit searches for an...

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A raven sits alone, perched upon a tombstone,
humming an eerie tone, which is sombrely known.
This deadly treachery is disturbing my reverie.
A shadowy energy, ready for...

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Thump, thump...thump, thump
Your heart beats with internal impediment
Making each breath a struggle.
I see your pain,  I feel your anguish,
I dearly love your determination to...

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When life parades a fine line 
between alienation and rationality,
internal intruders of the soul shroud spotlights.

In my dreams 
I'm playing charades with the grim reaper.
surrounded...

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Somethings are best 
said through blank
scriptures in sheer 
silence, but pulling the 
violin strings of
a poet strumming
to personify pain, 
with tempests of 
torment rushing 
through...

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Sitting by her open window
Was a girl deep in thought,
Lost within a book of Poe
A perfect poem she sought

With a curious eye
He watches her pen,
For...

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The tears well up, and scarce could she not moan
When father, brother, husband, all have died.
She now has no possessions, neither home,
But travels to a...

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For I am death, the personification of pure evil,
The grand godfather, of legions of unnumbered generations.
Behold thy disciples, baptized beneath my crimson waters,
Of blood.
Then reanimated...

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