Conjured Poems - Poems about Conjured

...Lost in clouds of dark fears, mirrored by lust, we were encircled by demons we conjured, which in mists of forgetting, became the cross we now carry, the heavy baggage of attachments,......

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...(A lone voice whispers) Like a lone argus-eyed oblique tattered caliginous silhouette Moving extremely cautiously in the severe, deadly silence The Mistress of the Voices of the Dead Poe ......

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...Irrational exuberance at respite from reading... (on a rainy May thirteenth two thousand and twenty five) as a balm against ennui becoming engrossed, immersed, and lost in space of orrery reg......

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... The laboratories hum with cold efficiency, believing they command the future, their sterile corridors lit by the relentless glow of progress. A miracle, they called it—stitching together creature......

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... I can’t rid of the bags under my eyes The crowfeet despise, all were lies, Conjured was an illusion of you Throughout my groping confusion evasive, flimsy A-m-o-r-p-h-i-c, innuendos I ......

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... I. One cloudless day, without spring shower or monsoon, angels made their stand; and conjured otherworldly power, one cloudless day, without spring shower. When God chose me that fatefu......

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...Red rage in our streets Conjured reasons, to obscure Propagandized news!......

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... A quill of bone dipped in the midnight's ink, He carved the souls that on the ages think. No crown he wore, no armies at his call, Yet empires rise and crumble at his thrall. From Stratford......

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... “The Seance” It was macabre you see, we were all summoned, and therefore found ourselves in the front parlour of Ballylee; In our dreams we thought we were poets ......

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...Goddess of the moon, called into existence from the sea flowing locks blowing in the wildness of the wind who had conjured her and why? Sea foam welcomed her; feeling her magnificence The warlock......

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...At 13, I used old tissue paper to craft my best friend her wedding veil— a drapery, thrown together in a flurry, taping together parchment scraps, fragile and pale. I ripped my old notes to ......

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...Hakim. The Gatekeeper from Esagila. (A lone voice whispers) In ancient Babylon, I once stood alone and mixed fire Iron and clay All day Creating a spell To entice my only light to......

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...with memory erased no regrets then remained the vibrant heart centric soul freely roamed earth unchained drawing in by heart’s resonation vibrations to which attracted a fragrance was conjure......

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... “Escaping from life’s wasteland into the serene introspective depth within I discover the treasure of emerald bliss” – Quote by Poet Walking in weary steps along the amber wilder......

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...the horizon is motionless in its red and purple hues snow-topped mountains are shushing us with silent lips the immobility of this presence does not hesitate to bring stillness I look into the wat......

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