Dark Spiritual Poems - Poems about Dark Spiritual

As I sit here I can hear a broken clock Tick.. Tock... Tick.. Minutes turning into hours Each one faster than the one before The constant motion from both its hands, has started to make me sick. intrusive thoughts begin to creep slithering like a serpent Through my mind The ticking has stopped as Death's whispers tauten round' my neck. The...

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• A shiny crystal ball • Make sure it does not fall • If it breaks, the spirits who fell • Will drag you with them back to hell...

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Just walk I tell myself having no destination in mind for it is better on dark days not to arrive but to be moving towards somewhere as like that miraged vision set out on the horizons of the soul that seems forever unreachable but which some inner compass tells me is the right direction and will, one day, intersect with that...

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Walking this path. Once populous, Now desolate Ambushed! An unspeakable ambush Now you're travailing Just inhaling and exhaling Breathing! The precious breath of life Spiritual bombs are colluded Progression and motion momentarily occluded Building a fortress amid blasts Days and nights of praying and long fasts Big dreams and peace are being viciously attacked So to the foxhole, you are forced to go To and Fro Head on a...

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Crimson robed closed eyes in the Holy See that don’t say Upper chamber veiled deceit — A wizard wand wave in the Sistine Chapel cache cave Young boys’ virgin olive oil innocence sacrificed on the sunken altar of concupiscence Lust incense burning the foul odor of debauched decadence Nothing done before, nothing much done since Hence...

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Rollin' thru the 'hood in his signature gangsta lean Ridin' dirty with a Mag clip, blowin' out his favorite Tupac scheme Poetic justice he never liked, his 9-mil wrote his Caesar Palace demise own Raised on a rough road --- Hell was always gonna be his retirement home He embraced the thug life, he pushed white powdered dreams After he took everything you had, he kicked...

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This world suffers from original sin David said in sin my mother conceived me speaking of us all born into the world showing the sin bias not to be free But do we realise how inwardly dark we are? for there’s no end point to this disease left to itself it will worsen indefinitely as temperatures decrease for a big freeze Mankind...

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in the inexorable mist ellipse the angel sings in the heart of sinners scratching to fight the worm's whisper ...gray light illuminates rooms where rusty pictures stain the memory of eyes freed from fermenting woe... poetry of the heart snaps fusing mental photographs (heaven in the spirit to fight) ...demons in the acquiescence release the numb epicurean cats paws digging unknown wombs of the afterlife roaring in...

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Oh my lost soul went to fragility. Searching spark amidst of tyranny. I was tempted by darkness, there’s no light. Gone by despair and I could not fight. World was too deep- there I drowned. There at the woods where I was not found. Loved roses with thorns kissing my feet. Drunk my dread sins, digging a pit. Thou shall not take light...

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Where do the roots of a tree of lies start, where do they grow, if but not in the heart? From what poisonous spring do this wicked tree's roots, draw the foul water that nourish its fruit? Does the shade from it's branches cool those who stand near, or does it's dark hint of evil make them tremble...

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It’s been broken for so long; Silently churning. I forgot I was alive, swimming through rotten joy. Fatigued and Complacent. You found me; a torrid husk enraptured by a sinning sun. I spun under that liar’s star, wishing on it’s peers for a new world. A new way to breathe. Hunting throughout eons lost in-between the reckoning of seconds; caught up in a disheveled theater. I thought they...

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