Charnel House Poems - Poems about Charnel House

...You left. I’m not full of anything but nothingness. It’s an interesting feeling, nothingness. It hurts so badly you’d think something was there. But when I check, it’s empty. There’s nothing there.......

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...ON LOOKING AT SCHILLER’S SKULL by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Here in this charnel-house full of bleaching bones, like yesteryear’s fading s......

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...No Mark by Michael R. Burch A wave implodes, impaled upon impassive rocks... this evening the thunder of the sea is a wild music filling my ear... you are leaving and the ungrieving ......

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...The Unknown While standing on a razor-edge end of my mortal time, I’m not sure of what lies beyond and what I shall find. Death’s dead, cold eyes stare me down now, as I wait; My spirit sweat......

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...It happened many years ago, just after World War ll. When I was just a little girl with lots to see and do. A visit to my cousin's house, ten miles northeast of town, Would cause the frown upon my......

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...If tomorrow never comes my heart will be kept in your hands you remember me when sword is seen by my words will never lie like an eunuch wind i tried hard to discard those ugly image of war fro......

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...a clock strikes twelve - - the old charnel house door creaks open for Tracie’s Scary Ku contest......

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...There high on an outcrop of sun bleached rock A skull and bone house please no feign of shock Resting a place following the charnel house of life Layered guests welcomed from past time be it hu......

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...Night Terror. You need no introduction. Into my slumber, With skulking cats eyes. Now, You build a charnel house. Bricks and mortor, sinister. Laying claim to my dreams. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~......

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...The Age of Man Is but a brief, abbreviated span Of seconds ticking in a moment’s course. Infinity: the final source Is like a charnel house, with cypress tree And yew and myrtle, growing in the ......

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...Fire at the edge of the world. Eyes deep within the shoreless forest sea, Witnesses of most ancient ways Watch smoke rising from the approaching front Of treeless, naked land Stripped bare by bl......

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...words are not well today; starched you ate them up like bread in a box they slowly spoiled; parched charnel house for the unsavory dead. they’ve pickled long in quiet brine meaning chokes; for......

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