Best Requiems Poems

Alas
how they suffer
poverty seeds disease 
like a puddle breeds mosquitoes - 
the sickly buzz is everywhere..

the dirge of the drudge 
nowadays damn near everyone in refrain
rites and rituals --
enough to almost make this heartless
hooded old man feel faint - ha! 
..a feign of concern with...

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Sometimes when 
moonlight weeps to sleep,
I sit, draped 
in burning dreams,
and beautiful nightmares 
of moments lost,
engraved along the rising
of blushing blossoms,
within cerulean azure.

But shadows fade, 
as clarity descends 
upon the ivory beach,
adorned in pearls 
and palm leaves.
I await for twilight to 
sing my heart to...

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Music is an undying 
art of soul ~ 
an abstract eden, where, 
euphonious unicorns 
glide in strawberry sonatas, 
amplifying rhapsody in
ballads of flight, 
when fuchsia feathers
tease those 
jingling breezes, 
infusing breaths
in every lifeless aroma;
where I can soar 
beyond the 
brushstrokes 
of symphonies that
planktons sing to...

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“instrumentalising mind, I rested thought
employing it only when needed
shifting to heart, I became self-taught
gentling touch, voice of conscience heeded” ~ Unseeking Seeker

When thoughts purge in restlessness,
       we pause the frequency of the mind,
allowing the rhapsodies 
   ...

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I walk the stars beyond my shadowed dreams.
Not cognizant, the mortal dim of eyes -
On twilight’s breast, my coalescent seams.

Kids’ adorn’d my hair - my birthday crown, beams.
No strength to snuff the light…I see the skies.
I walk the stars beyond my shadowed dreams.

Too young, yet...

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Eighty-eight keys of ivory
Create the story of history
From requiems and waltzes
To rhythm and blues,
From dirges and ballads
To pop and rock,
How amazing! What stories are told
By gifted musicians and eighty-eight keys.

In our music room
Eighty-eight keys are played
When I am happy
When I am sad
When I am melancholy
When...

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I write my thoughts 
on paper,
 let  ink of my soul
      glow, amidst the grief
     I carry in echoing stillness, 
   for it is through words,
     I’ve found healing,...

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In my blooming brokenness,
        I seek for a 
    clue of something meaningful,
but what if nothing    of velvety value
      ever lies within material items,
frozen in trembling time,
...

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When the wicked winter comes
seeping past the wards she keeps,
she looks on as he succumbs,
thanking God it's while he sleeps.

She finds she is ill prepared
when the wicked winter comes,
to let go the life they shared.
Anguish swings its pendulums.

Heartbreak's endless requiems,
rites for which she dearly pays,
when...

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"Until the fish learns to fly
            Or until the birds learn to swim"
              You will be my light, my light
 ...

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Line of inquiry - Ego shorn, here now reborn.

Unselfish Heart

The glow of the unselfish heart
Decorates emptiness with candles
While scattered relics of garden purity
Re-light votives in Babylon
In the gleam of selfless candelas
Nascent tapers breathe new oxygen
In the eternal fire of the Samaritan heart
Lanterns revive requiems for...

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my name means flames that crawl down your face and ruin your night
it's when you laugh so hard you break your spine
but then realize you never had one in the first place
it's when you beg God to make an optimist out of a suicidal headcase
it's...

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Never been afraid of the nought,
Until your existence came upon.
Never feared requiems,
Until your breath stirred my life.
Did not mind stoicism,
Until your smile revitalized everything around.

It is like
every light, every meaning,
every sunshine and every wonderful thing
that the Earth has,
are being possessed by you.
Only you.

And if you...

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The play of the night
Upon which we speak
Opens the evening with delight
And create a positive spin
She saves her heartache
For the master of night
Where the moonlight 
Penetrates the heart
And allows the pain to depart
Through sleeves of trains
Of whistles and borrowers
Of words, there are stars
That elicit another...

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Just as God cast Lucifer from his Millennial Kingdom
So too have I been ousted from your Turbulent Heaven
And as a fallen general would fall on his sword
So too do I feel icy metal piercing my flesh

The doc withdraws my blood
I've been coming to this hospital...

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