Best Scythe Poems

Nobody listens to God anymore...
even the pontiff has an ear of salt and stone.
Cherry cheeked cherubs play frisbee with their halos
the masses display sin like a cheap brooch
as those four horsemen are surely approaching.

Our collective conscience has crumbled to shadow
butterfly and finch song crushed by...

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On the days the wind does blow
life gets caught up in how things should go
and winds gather up the harvest from the field to tow
to blow up harvest in good flight it may freely flow
but what of those who never know
and never feel the warm...

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Death you hold a scythe over me
i have waited for you
there is no trepidation here
i am a paucity of patience
i welcome you
the engine is long tired, hurting
parts not available to replace
i do not wish to shatter into pieces
in some long race to a finish line
i...

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A sigh
through silent grass 
at noon, as knee-high green 
falls down in tangles. Then again
silence....

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DEATH  NOT  BY  SCYTHE



In fly nightmares a ghoulish figure stands 
Not with a scythe but a rolled-up newspaper in hand
After a frenetic existence  of daily work dizzy
With visits to trash dumps on schedules busy
Some big guy comes near with eyes all...

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Reared and disciplined 
But never in immortality

Confined to repetition
Wading through banality

Longing for an aura of comfort and peace
I run from the reaper, as if I could escape that beast

She stalks me adroitly
I wait for her steel

My sweat is profuse
My soul I can feel

Warm is her...

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I finally let my breath out, relieved that the scythe had come and passed, only to turn away and fall down the flight of stairs....

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My somber moments, no one will ever know
They're not open images, I choose to show
This is my fight to win or lose blow by blow 
No one else planted these seeds row by row
Many claimed to be in my corner but turned to go
They brought...

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I wear a black cloak with hourglass in hand
Waiting for the last grain of sand to land
And once it does I will collect the soul
To lead it near the Chief of Heaven's goal.

I'm the last to see your human body
Before death arrives in your life's...

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Time shall
Bring her scythe
To mend the fields of wheat...

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A candle to light
A vigil to reminisce
Those that have fallen short...or so they think
A hand to hold those that seek closure
A sweaty palm to relax anxiety
Breathing in expectations of how we know the world sees us
Breathing out how it never does
I stood beside my brother...

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Scythe

On two, only you
And the extravaganza
Part implore, wicked lore
Every color, to originate
Or is it designation
Peach to the rot, keys to the lot
Untying celestial guesses
In the mark of motion horror
Some vein in the bull of lurch
To a mother in the insect sky
Warrant to the chains
Such one...

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Those that shove past you, glare and scatter,
That drive the scares, in your wits and slither,
That smile and stare, at things you did master,
And then them that you will, lose and move,
Or through thicks, care for and pursue.

The bearers of the whips of black scythes,
Folded...

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A candle is lit in a small dark cave,
Upon these walls shadows in EDM rave,
Flickering flame kiss cool, damp ambience,
Small Sparks fly up igniting silhouette.

Laughter, sinful pleasure in danger grave,
Misplaced desires, in handcuffs and enslave,
Whispers deafening, instantaneous,
Extorted dancers to owe reaper’s grim debt.

These foolish shadows...

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If ghosts are real, what have we done?
The skeleton inside of me, taste like blood
The shadows are speaking to me, like stones in my pockets
Told you about my birthday, but you forgot about it
In a city of angels, I smell the bonfire smoke
Creatures in the...

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