Best Wraiths Poems

Cypress trees like evergreen steeples
rise above rows of gravestone woes,
their shadows lie side by side like railroad ties 
across writhing paths banded like snakes;
the gravel...

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Swept up into piles; everywhere 
Abouts; in collected heaps all 
Around.              ...

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The Raven and the Bard
-Daniel Henry Rodgers

The Raven's quill drips shades of blackest night,
Its haunting words, a melody of fright.
The Bard's natural lines, like "Evangeline's"...

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On a walk after the worst of the Sandy storm
I slogged down the still dampening
Green grass valley rutted between
The moldering fences of the shadowed alley....

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There is an illusion of dishonesty in darkness,
so we rejoice when spring sings saccharine serenades.
I've always been a soul yearning for summer scents,
but somewhere the...

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Friends humor and play me
(They know I'm chra-zee)
Patsy sings blue
God I miss you

So lone-lee now
Never knew how
without you to cope
Losing false hope
that keeps me stumbling
nowhere,...

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Burnished bronze, tarnished teal,
flare warnings yield to winds of steel.
Their urge to jump, to flee and hide
cuts off the warmth for suicide.

They leap and land...

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She counted the candles
with the arithmetic of an ancient angel,
the impertinent years of her life fuelled the flames slowly
patiently, and prettily,
a flicker for the fast...

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Innocent days spent on the paths of Audubon Park.
A dark silhouette trailing my steps;  a body guard
until a stick was thrown.  Black tail...

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Dawn broke
The eastern pink sky
Drew across the stars
As they faded and lost to the night

 

I called the eagle
To guide me
Piercing whistle
That I learnt as...

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Its’ half past sunset and
The wind really blows cold.
No time left for memories 
And I am truly old.
Gravestones mark the path
That I must traverse.
Every shadow...

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hold still, eventide ...
   I am a capricious cad among wraiths,
     waltzing with a mop in
   ...

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Life, are you a blessing or a punishment?
I'm trying to understand how I'm
a slave to the sculpted version of me.
A prisoner without chains, 
upon a...

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The Monsters Come


Every morn, the monsters come.
They come to attack my day.
Every morn it’s the same,
and every day, they strive away.

The skeletons from closets scream,
while...

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Night of Dread

“Halloween” night – “descending” “gloom” –
  Lost in a forest of “living” “silhouettes”
Tangled branches obscure the skies
In veils of opaque ebony blackness
As...

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