Dooms Poems - Poems about Dooms

... Circumstantial evidence is weak, reticent statements left outta discovery; witnesses for the defense riskn purgery, cuz if they don't fear God, it's cuz they ain't heard of me! I relish the stree......

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...Sappho Translations VIII by Michael R. Burch Sappho, fragment 68 translation by Michael R. Burch That was then, this is now! In those days my maidenhead was in full bloom, then you … ......

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... La bruja hechicera, with an impious hex, from the marshlands beneath a foul swampy grave, she indeed summon Pumpkin Head. Rage is how his master wheels revenge; For the harsh reckles......

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...Some people assume and say they bring nothing on their birth and take nothing on their way when they leave this earth But I strongly oppose as I observed with perception it isn’t odd as yo......

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...I hardly cry in funerals... Because I know that one day, all will be healed and risen from the dead I hardly dance in balls... Because I know that someday, my love will dance my dreams away instea......

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...THE DIDDLER Run Diddy! Run!! Diddy did it, caught up in his wild fun.² Daring Diddy, the dexterous diddler, Danced through daylight, a deft dealer. Draped in dreams, a dainty draughtsma......

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...I believe this might be my 2nd Dooms day poem. In the bright of day brown grass Dead trees Tulips Daisies Lilies Roses Carnations All flowers dead Bombs bombs bombs Boom boom BOOM!......

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...I know I have been on repeat for 15 years I lost all my originality when I was sick and stolen from My guess is it poured out along with my soul and fears chasing after my sanity as it flowed......

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...Amidst the bright light and the sumptuous summer sunshine, Why does the beam gleam of the thin rays of darkness enwrap? The sturdiness of our bones fails, as though we've lost our spine. Our inner......

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...Son of the night Remember my days with a light Cos There is no hell for my soul I know my kind are uncommon So your opinion about my life matter less I live my dreams even in my dark days ......

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...by Maxwell Sebastian Burchett Some say, and believe, bad luck lurks in threes. That a triplet of troubles and woes, even doom, Can be expected to appear, joined in a trio for des......

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...Walking down a forsaken road will often lead to mourning Life offers no guarantee of happiness. There is no warning that in dark places, there lurks a wicked demon, spawning temptations before us.......

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...A certain feature on a creature dooms it to extinction Exact same thing in writing ~ a mark of fine distinction......

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...Who are we really? It’s my nature to—to what and how do we know it’s our nature, an inherent part of us? “The Scorpion and the Frog” an animal fable, teaches hurting others even when it is not in th......

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...I'm the writer of my yarn I am the painter of my doom Thousands of phantoms here me warn From opened window of my room They walk and crawl in lane in hall As if they from the heavens fall The......

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