Ebon Poems - Poems about Ebon

Pity, we’re not on their endangered species list; Just the list of who should be least cared about:- They fight for red wolves, but still erode ebon lives; we’re endangered too:- What an abomination, In our nation, In today’s situation:- For our lives to matter, Time for us to gather, And get it all together: Pandemic is the Oppressor Syndrome; We, oppressively murdering our own:- Let us be...

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The night's ebon before sunrise, In stillness, the stars lie awake, New moon is hidden, black sky sighs, Who will terminate this dark ache? Crystal twinkles wink and partake in Aurora's sparkling surprise, A cock crows thrice, the Lord will break the night's ebon before sunrise, Nothing escapes the Maker's eyes, He knows night's anguish and will...

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stars twinkle above pale moonlight touches my skin ~ under ebon skies Date written: 09/03/2022...

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Yes, God originally blessed me with three; Indeed, blessing me with a physical trinity. Now He has extendedly blessed me with one more; My precious gift of ebon sisters now rises to four....

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Shanty Town The sun goes down on Shanty Town And drags all light away And not one moonbeam touches ground Though numerous are they. Not even do the eyes of owls Pervade the ebon plight Where air is foul, where stray dogs howl, And babes cry through the night....

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Tis ere that time when shadows growing long beckon stay tarry awhile run and play Hasten not from the cool breezes nor from the waking chorus of those who would stir in the ebon hours singing to thee stay tarry awhile run and play....

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Poetically sees… an ebon eventide with cascading vapors ascending, gaping over shores of ripples that thirst for redemption- mounts with founts that peak with utmost desire, reaching altitudes that make constellations cry. He stands on a lone rock with ease; for he is safeguarded- And he poetically sees his reflection in the reverie, ceasing his verses of dark syllables; shading the...

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Ebon night is seeping away, like spilled ink slips on satin. Curling its toes, yawning wide and ready for bed and sleep....

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fragile b r e a k of dawn ascends, crickets fall asleep, the sun beams in morn’s glory. heartbreak calls me, for I am awakened by its lamented ...

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Loaded with spilt oil the tanker delivers its cargo ashore from the sea Man-woman pressed destiny has relentlessly decreed to forge steel Rust has settled unkindly by ‘progress’ corroding its soul while wood With tamed worms could have shed shredded sails for steady repair Midnight toil from tarred ravens in sable omens omit void and despair They mock as they...

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ebon is my heart from loss and devastation; no suture for wounds May 31, 2018...

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ebon d a r k n e s s fills my sleep and black are the corridors in my mind like veins of need searching for a passage I am lost in a sea of doors and find myself at a decaying...

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In the darkened ebon night, I shall not fret, nor feel fright- for it is a metaphor for depth, passion for the devoid of light. I find in each blackened emotion, there’s sincerity in devotion- so in each breath that I take, may there be a peaceful notion. Abstract moments have perfection, leading to an ebon connection- ease my pain...

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