Best Sheol Poems

Dark Knight-tress 

Underneath 
This gown I feel nothing
Silk less feelings
The odor of intimate apparel lessens 
Vanity fare from any sun
Warrior of beauty
Where have you gone?
A...

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Why Poets Are An Illumination In This Dark World


Gifting poetic words, let the flow be of friendly act
and not darker falsehoods that so many fear...

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I have died so long ago.
The pieces of my bones were buried in Sheol.
It was so dark where I lay now.
My flesh is rotten and...

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A poet's flowing poems uplift the souls
     of men and sing of legends small and great,
     of...

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The world did wear you down and on you passed.
Nightmares of young did press your eyes to close,
But God has gathered you and him at...

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Origin of Christianity

(If you don't like religious writes don't read on)

It may surprise some that Jesus was born a Jew, his parents Joseph and Mary...

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Crying out to God for preservation
for He's the one to find refuge
confessing to God Himself you're my Lord
what a privilege to know He who is...

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The battle between body and spirit

Housed as I am,
in this earthenware vessel
I witness,
the raging between body and spirit.
My mood- sullen and morose,
a telling sign-
a flashing...

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cloaked in the dark waves of a Kachikau winter night;
the last faint gleam of hope glide,
scared out my wits, no one by my side,
who can...

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If one room of writing I can never leave,
Than faithful I will remain.
Hopeful clown,
Dancing joy in books.
Paint my face with colorful ink,
Scrolls cloth me in...

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If only love's enough,no  sad classic songs.

No more walls in every broken hearts
.
No more wounds that'll turn to scars.

No more tearful memories burried in...

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Angel rift star dust

In one hand
The sun
In the other
The moon
In the mind 
The earth
In the heart 
The space to comprise it all

But I have skimmed...

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The last mile of the way

It is a matter of must
To all and sundry,
Each and every man-jack
Has to walk it.

It is the real moment in...

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