Dolorous Poems - Poems about Dolorous

...Star of the Sea, dolorous and Byzantine, throw your royal blue cloak over me, She who weeps, La Llorona in Kahlo’s Casa Azul, paint my heart gold under a prehistoric cobalt blue vault of heaven,......

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... A smoky vignette opens up, as if morning fog over the mountain valleys blown by winter winds. Piano notes pulsing in a melancholic, waltz~ like cadence…the plangent tension ......

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...Dolores VOICED NOT A WOMAN OF SORROW DAUGHTER OF REJOICE- Delores, daughter humanity the world of Sorrows. Spanish named and is a form of Dolores. Named of a time Generations of pain, o......

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...In the tenebrous, xenial realm of the lake, where human cadavers oscillate, suspended by verdigris chains, a lamia of unholy provenance, orchestrates a gambits cavalcade. Each mortal she ensnares,......

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...Sovereign or martyr thus gravitas none dolorous, dirge has keyed the grave motif to your succubus, organs glistening as the innards burst vile viscera, to bite on carbon release hammers sledge Inv......

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...Eyeless it manifested from the depths of the abyssal darkness of the woods. Hide reflective more muscle almost fleshless ribbon peeled back skull necklace. Limbs contort and pop grotesque as it mov......

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...Visceral incantation from onyx velvet lips, moan, groan, to twist my bits as a witch. Salem pyre ancient oak standing the edifice, wrist shackled chains gather round vile cultist. Breast ......

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...ON THE FORECOURT OF THE STARS Mama Mia! What a voice! Her depth of emotion carries the show. Cast of friends slow burn the audience. Shimmy of stars with sensual overtures. Mama Mia! ......

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...“Wandering through empty and crowded streets with no destination in sight and sleeping under the sky with the fire burning inside was my life, the life of a vagabond. Survival is a funny game and lif......

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...O, why did I fall for you, O' sun, When my soul is nestled in the deeps? Agape and afraid, my eyne mosey deeper still; they run, Yet on the colder current your warmth invitingly sleeps. The dis......

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...WHAT TIME IS IT? A shadow crosses my mind And stops. An old familiar figure Sent to me in this place From memories Long ago forgotten. A lonely basket Of a girl with no age In a room cry......

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...A POET’S PREROGATIVE We right our souls as we Write our souls because we must, Or like confetti, the words'll bust Out from us willy-nilly, and Poets cannot let words simply sully out, ......

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...He can turn the crank, to tunes of happy song, One that his crowd has cherished for long, But something has so terribly gone wrong For someone has declared: you don’t belong, O, you don’t belong;......

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...The truth gets sidestepped to satisfy hope, a dolorous lesson in life. By allowing my feelings free rein, I've opened myself to vulnerabilities. And upon hearing my heart cry out, strugg......

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...Dilly O daffodil! Day is sunny and bright. Driven by zephyr winds. Delight of fairy wings. Dolorous on the dirt. Dainty one lies below. Drizzling on cherub cheeks.......

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