Dirges Poems - Poems about Dirges

...In the realm of shadow where memories are born and die unnaturally, And stars watch in silence, reflecting celestial nostalgias. The Moon dresses in the silk of night, preparing for union, With th......Read the rest...

...Light 1-29-24 Syllables checked with www.howmanysyllables ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Light Nightfall’s hand laid heavy on fleeing twilight While the darkness, born early,......Read the rest...

...I have never been afraid of spiders But I never met one like that It was hiding in back of our ciders It came out and scared the cat. Sure it is large, but that was not the worst part She has ......Read the rest...

...Big muscles of the organ grinder, his biceps burning. Cranking springs, the tired, but cheerful, Italian chap. Many chapters of his life on streets of cold cement. His beard, silver tone; his worn......Read the rest...

...What if I told you that I was weak Eyes bleak;couldn't reach even the companion I seek What if I told you I was insane Riding in the pain; Bonnie and Clyde stunt till no part of me remain What if......Read the rest...

...serenade of depths, pensive rhapsodies ascend~ seabed's dirges mourn. echoes of the depths, sullen seabed mourns the drowned~ dirges for lost souls. pensive rhapsodies, seabed'......Read the rest...

...I posed no questions before my erroneous conception I never asked to be or not to be Serenading deserted streets with dirges exploring absence in back alleys reciting Ophelia’s soliloquy from ......Read the rest...

...after Ho Chi Minh I The stone basin holds still water. The still water drinks the arid sponge as rays of pure energy slake their thirst on the ebon wings of crows II Ya......Read the rest...

...Confidently, the topaz dusk light fades, into the charcoal. and rusty graffiti on the skyline. The blue hour brings eerie dirges, in the form of wolf songs and whippoorwill wing beat......Read the rest...

...Your mother’s glass. The only one in the cabinet that does not match the others. It’s beautiful. Purple crystal scattered on linoleum like a layer of fine mauve dust. The first tear ......Read the rest...

...I. I dreaded those days before they came When I had to look at you laying down, weak as I stared at your frame And many treasures that couldn't make you stand up Glory is nothing to those gone,......Read the rest...

...What I appreciate about playing musical chairs This game is less about sitting around in chairs and more about the traumatic absence of safe secure chairs And these chairs are silent as a co......Read the rest...

...While the sun set While at rest, the hay is lay, Write me beautiful songs and poems fill my corridors with plaudits While you can, knock at my door and with me share the good ......Read the rest...

...Muffled voices in steely cages. Misty streets filled with dirges. Blameless names on bloody pages, young or old, folks of all ages. A mighty hand that wields violence swayed the blade of r......Read the rest...

...The ice-cold sun was hid Behind a bank of clouds that came unbid, Ugly freezing winds blew Birds felt it all and flew No place to rest, they knew. The black cypress did their shelter forbid. ......Read the rest...