Best Torments Poems

In the absence of complication,
Trials and tribulations become distant memories.
Above sapphire skies delight sanguine eyes -
Inspiring forthcoming musings of the mind.

Hope of a brand-new day...

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Dead Winter Stray~ By: Poet Destroyer

Nearby paces, Combatants lost under the cemetery walls,
“Blessed Men and Heavenly Remedy Women of Ages,”
Feelings of dance at the beginning...

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He just appeared to me, like wispily curling 
Chimney smoke, 
One grim and early morning in the very midst of 
Decembers briefest days, on the...

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O daughter of thunder, slayer of dragons (and of men's hearts), why do you hurt me so? For which sin must I reside in this...

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"Once upon a midnight Poe"

Underneath the midnight mask, I remove the makeup at last,
The moon is an anvil to my mood, mooring along the vacant...

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Her lips caress another cigarette
A fading belle looking for love
The smoke veils a creature of habit
Chasing a young girls dream

But this Genie found the palace...

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O, 
how I swoon
in the ruby bliss of your sunset kiss -
your vibrant rays of maturity arouses my fire; 
touching me with urgent rapture,
saturating me...

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Truth Found, Recovery Of A Broken Soul

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In nightmarish dreams he found such great dread
Of lost hope, life's decay, eyes of the dead.
Day's clear lights his...

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On the border of the obscure wastelands,
In the depths of shadows and torments,
Far beyond the land of Never Was, Never Will
Is a place where I...

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I was pushed to write this comparison after reading the poem on Byron by the souper poet Gary Bateman.
Wandering on internet I found the Byron's...

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I saw how martyrs longed for love, and so began the play of my flitting heart
A strange girl had I become, with airs of fickle...

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Take my letter to her, O Messenger!
Yes, totally washed are its words and phrases 
A deed of my flooding eyes I couldn’t deter
The tornado of...

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TRUE ...

You know not those dark
Places, mine, the dull, black
Chasms that hold a mind
When it's bare - stark and

Keen and cold ... when it's
Left with...

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My heart can bear no more
The evil torments of black widows
Who wish to kiss you once
Then to devour your very soul
Beware these ones, who wish...

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Marred and minced remnants pile high in a storm’s swarm
Yesterdays, hardened-soft, surface where sea’s warm…

Flotsam found, lays tales around, in frayed traces
Another shattered shell whimpers...

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