Best Revenant Poems

" Revenant "

In direction unforeseen yet then 'nother am I drifted~
Winds have their way & through my whims have thus sifted~
Yet oft have been waves of similar significance~
Which may have been received with much less cognizance~

‘Tis said now & agin' were a man a bit...

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Awake the child that ached for years
The frightened man, ashamed of fear
I hold too tightly to this place
The reverence that lead to waste

Silent virtue comes undone
The burning pain, and dying sun
I can’t recall what I did want
And all that’s left is dead and gone

Innocence was...

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"50 Words for Poe: Revenant"


Everywhere he looks for Her his melancholic Ghost Girl
does our lachrymose ignoble Phantom in his own thunder storm


In the Wind Song he listens
Her elusive whispers hail from another dimension 
echolocation through the Never Slept portals 
bounce off grave plots where jumping...

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  the darkest frame takes the moon 
mist and hues rise in blues 
traces from a lunacy glow 
follow a hand with delicate flow
this flickering serene movement
comes and goes as a wing unfolds
graceful, staggering motions in perfection 
magnificent to behold in the dark night
I...

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Revenant


                                      Swept in a vortex of woes

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Oh, there are some hurts that nobody reckons
when a rush of rage, pain and revenge beckons 
about a wanton act of mayhem and spiteful action,
In the silent nights it beckons, oh how it beckons
belying my irenic ideals, beliefs and just conviction. 

Hesitant and much fretful...

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I feel like a Revenant of my former self
I'm lost to all, lost to my heart and soul
And yet I linger on

Unwanted by heaven or hell
Left here to finish my business

But yet there is nothing for me here
I am bored with this existence
Its tediousness tires...

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Revenant does not eat human flesh
As he was portrayed in epic of Gilgamesh 
His body however will always stay fresh
He can’t be stopped by a wire in which he would enmesh

The harvest moon is eerie red
But when I look upon it I’m not sad
It sings...

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Dank
darkness
was always
settled around.
It was all I knew
of the near universe.
Stale, stifling, suffocating
in my broken and spilt trundle
leaving bitter, morbidly clammy
earth enshrouding my body and being.

A crack in the soil, or in time perhaps.
Slivers of light split the filthy floor,
crawled over ornate catafalque,
and continued its approach,
like...

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She sails where the bayou kisses the tide,
a phantom queen with a mournful glide.
The paddle churns, though no hands steer,
and jazz floats faint on a breeze unclear.

Her lanterns burn with a ghostly hue,
casting gold on waters black and blue.
No passengers board, no voices ring--
just whispers...

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