Blighted Poems - Poems about Blighted

The Vessel pt. 1 - A Blighted Vale (pt 2/2) Amongst the dead and dying trees, A Stygian crypt of crumbling stone A doorway opened, not with man-made keys, But forgotten tongue from forgotten tome This ancient ruin with obscured glyphs, Gently brushed clean with calloused tips Whispered words from cracked, parched lips, Spill forth with unhindered ease— Like oft spoken lines from cherished...

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The Vessel pt. 1 - A Blighted Vale (pt 1/2) A solitary figure off the beaten path, The air a palpable gloom Be it mortal or shade of someone passed, No longer in want of a tomb Betwixt a shuffling gait and steady pace, A sole impression leaves foliage displaced This mark being the only telltale trace It may be of flesh and...

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Marigold-embellished heart, blood-colored mulberry Crooning in the shape of crowned blackbird plumage ensconced inside a darkened, visualized shrubbery On fully closed lips, a drop of blood-red fluid murage.  Crooning in the shape of crowned blackbird plumage Scarlet dew on lined leaves, lush but oppressive On fully closed lips, a drop of blood-red fluid murage Slave to who I am; the scent of...

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a learner I sensed the presence And relentless fashion Mothy butterfly Spring has sprung Lightning flash Passion rush Fashion weather Wing jet in the hanger Collecting dust Technologies nature Distance relevant 1/11/22 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022...

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I can only live in a garden where warped talons of tiger tulip petals mar unbroken lines of pastel shimmer, not where silent cerulean lakes float as though aloft in frames of polished stone to tell the cloudless sky, I'm your offspring. I smile for blighted statues mocked by companies of peonies effervescing in ballet and the coarse tusk of St Augustine thronged by emerald...

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. An old lady lived up a mountain Fast flowing streams her water fountain Until a frog one day Said kiss me quick I pray Turn into your prince on wedding day Day arose all dressed in brilliant white Lifted veil smiling ..oh what a fright He gave a scream and ran Rather stay frog not man She looked like a potato with blight'* *potato...

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... Or Did It? Should I have married Jillian? Could I have slept with Gemma? I undergo a million of this kind of dilemma. They crop up in a thrice, of course, but hang around for ever (or do they crop up in a force? Oh, why can’t I be clever?) I envy those with certitude, those free of hesitation. I ‘d love to be...

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Has Become Blighted Could it be that he was conniving When he said we would be arriving At conclusion affecting us severely Out of our minds drive us nearly. What else about him seems strange People he does mentally derange Suffering and things worrying about We did end up with a lot of doubt. We prefer someone mentally stable Strong in spirit and emotionally able Our...

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Blighted Happiness Our love is like a withered leaf That lies on the brink of the river Waiting for the winds or the waves To swiftly be scattered and driven Or for heavy rains or pearling dust To be abruptly abrogated forever. Our love like a withered leaf, bleeding, May stand firm and clasp together Or, oh Lord! Inescapably sink In the sea of...

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