Dirge Poems - Poems about Dirge

Obtuse abuse..rude platitudes shout.. About alternative attitudes..generations.. Scream at different altitudes & latitudes.. Venerate mandarins sins.. Generate pernicious vicissitudes Vicious avaricious machinations.. Celebrate nations chagrin… Pander to propaganda spin.. AI garlanded reputations.. Cohorts in suits cavort in cahoots.. Kiss or diss..the abyss Hiss of mis-information bliss.. Arrests..capitalist corporate conquests...detests protest.. Well got egregious prior & previous.. SO Whatever your hue or world view.. We know what's wrong..doesn't belong Deliriously daring to...

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STAMPEDE Beneath the moon’s pale, a requited glow, A hyperbolic crowd begins to grow. The sphere is aired with fear and haste, A storm of bodies, my qualms displaced. A million cry, a sudden shove, To venerate order, stripped of love. Feet like thunder, hearts like drums, Chaos shouts, and silence comes. The pressing of souls, the crush of skin, A pastiche, none had sought...

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A poetaster I will always be Renowned throughout eternity For wonky metres and dodgy rhymes Amongst my other versifying crimes Like dull images and dreary words Not to the liking of animals and birds Whom Orpheus charmed with lyrics rare While my efforts they just cannot bear McGonagall is the master to whom I bow down The man who merits the peerless crown Of...

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#4 Mellow is our hound found lying on our deck by the lake. A blaze of glorious yellow and orange meets my gaze. Those radiant trees reflected in the water make my poor heart ache. Old memories seize me as I look out at those trees. Oh, all those days I recall of autumn’s fleeting gold phase! Gone are our times...

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Rebirth: Tragedy has been your favorite genre— A fount of acts and scenes of wailing tears and excruciating scars punctured alive by so-called healers. That oozing wound paints the genre that trickles down the plot of your story. The parched lips, a speaking metaphor of your turgid deals In the hands of those wandering away with lots of...

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(In memory of Uncle Thomas) Bumpy breeze, like a blasting roar That day when you did soar without an oar Twenty-two years of sorrow, too long For many years, I sang a solemn song Days of dark, and greedy clouds These years have been a time of thunderclouds What went wrong for death to take you away? Again, this year, your memory will...

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O Maya, 'Tis important to return from your invisible journey for I, right now, like a corpse dangling on the ground, wish to die in spring, beneath the cherry blossoms, while the springtime Moon is full. If you, O mistress of my heart has passed away And after you, eager to serve, go I I now waver...

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"I follow the Moskva and down to Gorky Park- listening to the winds of change" - Scorpions All the heads of state and their spouses (or significant others) have arrived and been seated for this, my last show at Gorky Park, here in the heart of Moscow. For twenty odd years our troupe has staged this re-enactment of...

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They have slept with their fathers Shall we seek for revenge? Even the emotions could no longer contain our sisters All we sing now is dirge. I could hear the wailing of infants and cry of women the sound of swords clanging and shouting of men Everywhere... I see darkness Death! like we had no fortress Shall we seek for revenge? ......

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As a tree outlives a flower, A blade of grass, a red, red rose, I guess it will not be too long Before my eyes are closed And life was something of my past I’d lived these many, many years, Three score and ten and eight 'til now - Through laughter, joys and tears. For some tomorrow, I will be No longer conscious to...

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You stun me Or was it stung You hurt me Or was it heard You spite me Or was it spit at You hate me Or was it had You faked me Or was it f*cked You fooled me Or was it felled You fit me Or was it fight You took my head a-spinning And you’ll never give it back....

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The earth is cold distant fires burn-- icy arrows pierce my sullen body and the emptiness becomes unbearable. Without her the wind is my enemy and the glowering sky suggests her absence. I seek warmth in my moribund cave thawing my brain with firewater waiting for the alienating glaciers to thaw....

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Today is another day We match Like every other day In fight for our lives. We prayed and sang songs Chant our anthem #EndSars And say no to other forms of sars Never knew it's gon' become a dirge. We were happy to stand for what's right Never knew we'll not see the night. Beckoned on my brothers To come on board He was happy to hold the...

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A dirge He was not for me He was not for you. Stillness. We miss his absence....

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Tears, cold tears, amid the rose’s thorns as weeping shadows dance o’er long cold bones crying in the clouds of sobbing dawns sobbing in the depth of unfilled holes the agony of ancient crying pipes scarred the weeping thoughts of cringing souls raindrops fell, as if by weeping angels shed chilled the crying moans of those not dead played sobbing taps upon...

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