Best Shroud Poems

 hov’ring shroud of clouds
only God can prune a storm
         levitate vortex
   angels release petrichor
hanging sheets…mothballing hail
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You grieve for Autumn, watching the leaves die,
and as emotional tears build, you cry.
For Fall becomes the harbinger of death,
watching the leaves die; you grieve for Autumn.

Autumn drapes the land in a scarlet shroud,
sensing Death is approaching; Summer cowed.
And acquiescing to Winter's command,
in a scarlet...

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News from Afghanistan places you
in an emotional killing zone.
And you try to escape from the grief
that threatens to turn your heart to stone.

You seek a panacea that'll
alleviate or abolish pain.
And desperate to find happiness,
you take a walk down memory lane.

Pain resonates in your broken heart,
rekindling...

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At rules she'd curse
Wear masks? Worse still! 
Her hearse awaits...

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A silver sliver of crescent moon
slips over the rim of the Earth.

Sol waits in inky darkness as Dawn's light
pierces the Night at its heart,
announcing His rebirth.

A pink carnation of a sun
blooms on the horizon's east edge.
And a spider's web, freshly spun,
hangs like netting draped on...

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Fog has shrouded the yard and house
Yet the sun tries to shed its golden light

It is so beautiful this morning
The shroud is low but above

Is this glorious sky blue sky
With polka-dotted cottony clouds

With the light of the sun radiating outward
I can not see the trees...

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I watch you sleeping,
shrouded by shadows
and I just want to curl up beside you,
 hold you forever...

If only I could,
I would take away all of your pain,
everything that has been causing it
and absorb it

How I wish it were that easy

I am not even that strong
but...

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Gossamer Shroud  

 
  

  
   
 
  Finery most precious.
Whimsical silk and all it's tales.
More than deep mythology.
So that woman may go naked, 
while clothed.
Wearing nought, 
but bright colored clouds.
Almost religious, 
sericulture of it's knowledge.
Volunteering, I live to...

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Each night's wrapped in a silken shroud
when sunset brings the end of day.
We wait for sleep and dream aloud,
"oh let me soar where bright spheres play."

Outside my window, in the sky
the tight-knit flag of night unfurls,
the moon and stars of silver fly
and billow clouds dance,...

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A Shroud

Eyes of Autumn green, permeate the serenity of my skies.
Our worlds, they seem to be stone cold – impervious to my silent cries.
With each encounter- every passing moment – something dies
within – for what is within may never take wing – nothing flies.
This day...

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A SHROUD FOR RIGHTEOUSNESS

The prophetic verse affirms and acclimatizes as such:
A demonic presence seeks the prevalence of a newly born child.
If a guardian angel exists, number seven (7th) is protected for a greater intellect, acumen and knowledge, and wealth.

For every seventh (7th) child, prophesy was...

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crystals in the air

gently fall as a blanket 

shroud of fallen snow...

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fortified memories concealed by stone
hidden away from prying eyes
treading lightly on cold numbing floors
tactile sense my only friend
here beyond the shroud

stumbling and crawling all the way
old wounds never healing
unmistakable sound of faint breathing
like ancient whispers echoing on
here beyond the shroud

darkness blanketing moistened skin
breathing humid air...

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I have withdrawn from grim and gloomy feelings.
I have no time for wistful faces that plague the day
with melancholy conversation and life-sucking sadness.
The drama too much to digest and too trivial to express. 
The shroud of depression envelopes the soul
spiraling it toward the depths of...

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A crimson tide o'er Golgotha ascends
No chalice held, a sacrifice.
The Holy Week 
a shroud that slowly rends.
Mourning flocks 
adrift from faith's secure fold.

A traitor’s kiss, 
a friendship bought and sold.
Peter's denial,
a love that cannot mend.
A crown of thorns 
a cruel and mocking crowd.
The weight of...

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