Dead Man Poems - Poems about Dead Man

Oblivious to love’s heat, mind was unable to tweet scents that pervaded the air, seeking a lifelong affair. Save in silence, we are bound to dark desires that confound but if we’re still, voids soon fill, making swift ascent uphill. Knowing we’ll return to dust, to what avail’s savage lust, denying us love’s embrace and benedictions of grace? May each breath be intimate, wherein polarities...

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The Wandering of a Dead Man I move slowly, like a lost soul, a walking dead, My vision, foreign, no longer belongs to me, It is merely that of a human animal, an unwitting heir Of Greek culture, Roman order, Christian morality, And all the illusions that weave the civilization in which I live and feel. Like a dreamer in a...

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A man who looks like the dead Blood dripping he's just been feed Still hungry for more He rushed to people's door When entered they chopped off his head...

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No matter how great or deadly we feel the dead are feeling greater and far more dead. The living and dead are a two-sided mirror, cops and robbers waving at something they cannot see yet, but they know a two-way mirror when they see one. The dead are more alive of course, they no longer have to pay taxes or funeral costs, more time to ...

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unconscious mind desires blinding fears bind our soul 07-April-2023...

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A dead man and newspapers It was an extremely cold winter in 1947 the country was exhausted and the German army who did construction work, building new roads repairing the old ones had kept many civilians in employment But the army had surrendered and taken the train home Mother was not one sitting still; she secured two newspaper...

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As fears and desires oscillate, although we stand at heaven’s gate, we notice not bliss throbs within our heart, for we go not therein, being transfixed by narrow thought; in a web of our making caught. 09-July-2022...

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Unconscious minds, perpetrators of pain, oblivious to karma they accrue, continue their feral sadism insane, until grazed by the magnetic bliss dew; then love enabled ~ destiny soul drew. We are insentient to inner light, being what we are, aglow day and night, for free will’s chosen not path of wellness, falling from grace, yet feeling not contrite, shrouding luminescence of blissfulness. 22-April-2022...

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Fragrance of spring wafts through the air Bliss pheromones display their flair Nature’s in full bloom Yet some hearts do not zoom Until with love, they choose to pair 17-February-2022...

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17-05-2017 They say dead man tells no tale but I say he does He's like an artist who picks up the mike And sings any song he like He's six feet under but his voice Tells a tale he's written Just listen attentively to what he says sadness and rapture Reflects all over his picture Because dead man does tell tales if chance...

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Counting down from ten to one Hypnotic trance ends, stupor comes undone How then do we smoothly, from sleep awake Who is the hypnotist, doing the shake-shake-shake Find out now; dull awareness is no fun 22-July-2021...

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One became two and two, many Each dream image, an ego form Embarks upon its soul journey Feeling currents, both cold and warm Myriad objects, one subject One became two and two, many Soul awakes, when it stands erect Aligned with love, free from worry Dead men walking, is not funny Immersed in feral thoughts savage One became two and two,...

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time flies, we age in bondage still upstaged by fear 22-December-2020...

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It was Friday at the train station, waiting to go home. Stood there with hundreds of others, I certainly wasn't alone. Suddenly, I heard a yell, I couldn't tell what it was about, It was loud amongst the crowd, a disturbing kind of shout. As I got nearer things became clearer, I could see more and more. A man running away and a body on the...

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She's bound to know this time you lied. She must have noticed when you kissed the bride. The hand that lingered a little too long. The softest kiss with a hint of tongue. The longing look as you drew apart. "The bastard, he must have slept with the tart." The forced smile and the squinty eyes. You just know she's disseminating all...

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