Curst Poems - Poems about Curst

...Don’t let the color red get into your head, don’t let the color red force you to bury the dead, red is strong, red is high, red is powerful, it is touching the sky. It is the ligament that gives yo......Read the rest...

...You can refer whatever I am writing to whoever want to. .once within reason prices became out of site money disappeared only stupid people will have many stupid thoughts being stupid thing......Read the rest...

...The crowbar rattled at the clattering noise, In the yard, against the hulls and hoys, A Cloud of tar smoke rose through the green, Large oil slicks floating on the lake sheen. Incon......Read the rest...

...We are on a unique journey to opine around God, In a private chapel, mosque, or any schrod, Notwithstanding outward, the conscious ego is lurking, A kindred spirit that stays inside, a......Read the rest...

...The turret view tells of looming onslaught, of grievous weapons our enemies brought. The petrary and ballistae amongst the worst. May their soldiers and their kings be curst! We are outnumbere......Read the rest...

...For her backsplash style, I used cobalt tile. Her sapphire eyes bold cast me away cold. My heart dipped right to benitoite night. Hot to drown in brew and sad boleite blues. Yet I put on my new t......Read the rest...

...by Michaelw1two The stars of society, great notion once did scintillate; their glow burned too fast, ash, cinder, sloth, agnominate; what, gifted fate's skewers, sole reply, a dross adumbrate;......Read the rest...

...I found out yesterday what you did My hart aced so much I didn’t know that was possible But it’s another day and my chest feels empty Void of all things How can I still be alive when my hart dose not......Read the rest...

...Part II - Iambic Tetrameter aabb rhyme Part II Concealed in dreams, revealed at dawn, The dark brings demon things thought strong. No morbid mood can now contain Feigned pride residing there......Read the rest...

...Hungering, thirsting, my stammering lips burst With words floundering at the bridge of need I stagger each lonely time away from the curst The broken wings of long lament, the dry weed Of discont......Read the rest...