Crypt Poems - Poems about Crypt

Crypt and memories of the past I feel like a corpse in a morgue, I am already that, a living dead My crypt is so cold, dark, blind darkness everywhere, life after life I got up, but the door was closed, this is my prison, found myself here the eternal life Passed years, passed life, forgotten love, only illusion...

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Listen to how silence sings in the crypt of the forgotten soul, Each echo, a devotion at the unseen altars of solitude. We, travelers in an indecipherable odyssey, shadows on the walls of the cavern of oblivion, Take on masks of smiles and voices, the gala costumes of illusory solidarity. Society, a pale star in a universe of secrets, Is...

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Never had I met you Still I know your name, Because of the notoriety Because of the fame Written in stone Forever and a day, Many gone too soon Seems to happen that way Halls of Hollywood memories Echo down the tomb ... In a place of reverie Not a place of gloom Legends of the silver screen Lives of cinema and...

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In the crypt of the soul, I build the days, Today, yesterday, tomorrow, in a hidden sanctuary, On the parchment of silence, I place shattered thoughts, And in the dew of mornings, I clothe time, I tame it. In my orbits, I capture the essence of the sky, the sea, the...

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Dank darkness was always settled around. It was all I knew of the near universe. Stale, stifling, suffocating in my broken and spilt trundle leaving bitter, morbidly clammy earth enshrouding my body and being. A crack in the soil, or in time perhaps. Slivers of light split the filthy floor, crawled over ornate catafalque, and continued its approach, like winter's blinding ice, to my exposed bones. Warming flesh grew and coursed with new...

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Stonemason's talent his gnarled hands carve fine art fluid beauty from granite Flowers, fern and foliage Exquisite presentation Not for mortal eye. The crypt slumbers on Divine carved angel awaits With patience sublime. A holy quiet Permeates this sacred place Time has no meaning. STONES Poetry Contest Sponsored by Anthony Biaanco...

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Butch and I saw the Stones at the 1969 Altamont Concert. We had the time of our lives! We dropped acid and did Quaaludes and snorted whatever was offered. We were young and bullet proof that day. We're senior citizens now but still rock. We scored tickets to the Stones latest. It was the time of our lives! We took extra long...

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Butterfly wing door vestibule builds anticipation Shuffled, carpet muffled greetings, familiar embraces Piloted by Holy Spirit, seated hushed congregation Ritual of ornate cathedral thanks hidden crypt rib cage Enduring centuries, pliable sandstone testiment God's...

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Oh, Laura oh Laura Are you okay? Karnstein’s are falling I must say Terror in the Crypt is the film on the moving image strip. Spells are in gear and Laura you have much to fear There is this dapper looking Klaus who is looking through the books And came across something that had to...

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Trump In Crypt Trump had slowly slipped, Into what was well kept crypt; Than to China shipped. Jim Horn Started a new card game called, "Bringing in the trumps. We shall come rejoicing bringing in the trumps....

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Sweet Rosalia was here with me but for a year and a day when we strolled the cliff beside the sea to see the oceans spray Sweet bairn of mine did laugh and clap to see a butterfly she reached her hand when broke the strap fell from the cliff to die Poor child of mine made not a peep when fell unto the...

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Tales from the Crypt 2 Date: Tue, Jan 19 2016 at 12:34 PM This A Tale from the Crypt Keeper Of A Boy with Mystical, Physical, Spiritual, Lyrical, Features Created as A Creature With An Extroverted Demeanor Inside him is Ether That Burns as his Strength Willing him to Persist To hurdle the Roadblocks Behind him on the Road is A Fox But he's not Running...

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Tales From The Crypt Date: Wed, Dec 2 2015 at 1:10 PM I can see the hurt "Inside" But maybe her "Pride" & being Strong to "Survive" All of it she "Hides" See the hurt in her "Eyes" The Pain In her "Soul" An the Pain that "Grows" That's why maybe she Chases the "Gold" An Astray her from her "Goals" She Weighs all her...

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In a deep crypt With moss covered walls All damp and musty Candles cover all the niches And dark shadows cast There’s a light Coming from a crystal ball In center of the room Showing twisted faces That can be used for evil The witch controls them Through the channels of the ball She takes over her devious ways And brings pain To innocent people All for fun Russell Sivey...

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When this pen of mine it dries Pondered words in memory dies Forever lost on paper wrought Emotions gone in fleeting thought Left there to beg unwritten script Falls quiet into memories crypt What words hath thou in mind You have failed to leave behind?...

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