Best Sarcophagus Poems

We come into this world, kicking and screaming, like boisterous butterfly birth.
We have nothing to our names, but flesh and bone that bear witness, of...

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Gazing, at its own reflection is the Magpie.
A magic bird, a mystical creature, with a soul
and the power to see things, the power of scrying.
It...

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When At Her Sepulchre I Heard Her Ask

From her sepulchre she sent her calls
or was it from my darkest midnight walls.
Yet in those calls, mixed...

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Valley of the kings
Romantic ideas
Word spread rapidly
Undiscovered tomb of a pharoah
World renown archeological teams 
headed for Egypt

Amateurs, we stood in line for almost twenty-hours 
before...

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"Papyrus, Lapis Lazuli and the Valley of the Kings - Part 1"
 
“Tell me about the Valley of the Kings”, her lips moved speaking 
to...

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Postmodern Blues

Our bare-footed ancestors
Diligently traversed the grassy pathways
On rustling vegetation air walked along
Sunshine and rain in turn tiptoed
To bestow canopy of reverence
They wished us to...

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THE CATACOMBS OF PARIS
Their skeletoned remains, in disarray,
are numbered more than any count can say
and from their numbers, Paris grew
to be what she has grown...

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In a dark, dark room, 
an eerie aura surrounds; 
deathly whispers crawl in the air, 
sounding like incantations. 

A sarcophagus lays still in the room,...

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An opening sarcophagus in a pharoah's tomb,
   Started emanating light into the room,
 The mummy screamed, "I'll put a curse on you,
 ...

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In a dark, dark room,
an eerie aura sorrounds;
deathly whispers crawl in the air,
sounding like incantations.

A sarcophagus lays still in the room,
whispers oozing out of it;...

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THE CATACOMBS OF PARIS
Their skeletoned remains, in disarray,
are numbered more than any count can say
and from their numbers, Paris grew
to be what she has grown...

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Sparring with demons, and dragons and deadheads
It bobs and weaves like a drunken sailor.
Omnipresent, omnipotent and omniscient
I'm quite attached to it - joined at the...

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An old man’s Dream

I have this dream – no !, a burning desire
to be with a woman willing to light my fire.
- Not as in...

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Now hear the beat
Of all their little feet.
A note for every single pain
Of dreams shoved down the drain.

As their soles meet the dirt
Their hearts race...

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great expectations
anticipated in the 
poetic heart 
Havisham delivered
all and more for love, 
a separate unseen thief, 
tore the others’ worlds apart

webs like ectoplasm
from underneath a...

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