Gate Poems - Poems about Gate

The gossamer on a child’s frame, looked new and ancient, all at once. A ghostly smile, a trick and treat, directed at me. No wrinkles on the hand of time, his godforsaken finger pointed at the stabbed pigeon. I followed the tracks of blood down to the river. I seemed to have no choice, in this misty sequence. A grief-stricken...

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so harrowing, life journey from radiant light to pitch-darkness - quote by poet. a (groaning) dread nobody deserves to muddle through, day after day; the loss of a spouse ...

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- One must make some choices, even if some may be scary - quote by poet Charming ancient cobblestone streets Buildings meticulously maintained Haunted castles with bloody myths and dramatic history ...

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A gossamer hung on the graveyard's gate. A spider clung to steel, consuming its meal. It had no need to know dinner was served late, Nor sensed ghostly keels the summer winds conceal. The owls flew on, unperturbed by midnight's scare, That made dead men howl silently in each grave, Fresh ghosts were blown toward the gate in despair, The gate creaked...

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In ghostly white of midnight as sky- shadows trace gossamer streaks , I become a recluse, losing tracks of stars' grave hues and the flavor of meadows in snow grows bitter...the bronze gate reeking of metal cold, again --frozen like my rusty, numb thoughts. Must I remember how they were slain? The wails come to haunt those Godforsaken eves when the lane...

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Frightening silence pervaded Swelling of ground due to mounds here and there A tree adjacent the gate with a GHOSTLY stature Unfurling a dark blanket by its broad canopy Even birds don’t like to perch in the GODFORSAKEN place. Except the bulging- eyed owl A silent witness for GRIEF-STRICKEN hearts The fibre art of GOSSAMER aglow in the sunlight Floating gently like...

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It was a late night of the lively day, When I returned from the dance theater, ...

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Now you stand at the threshold of shadowed trials— a challenge cloaked in whispers of what may come. Debts awaken, ancient scribes of your past, etching secrets into the walls where you once stood. More debts rise to start anew, in lands where shadows whisper and command— money prowls with hungry eyes, blind to your status, deaf to the paper gate’s cries. Unyielding,...

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"Open the gates of Heaven's beginning Where we end thoughts of awful sinning Where hope and love will be forever And think of troubles no more, never!" ...

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Sponsor : Constance Le France submitted : 6/7/25 Placed : Third ——————————- lovingly she opened a tungsten gate to his Heart quantum lasers sharp, her ordained healing art penetrated a GOSSAMER of silver spider-webs drew slightly aback to allow patu marplesi to ebb GHOSTLY armoured soldiers wandered within from Constantinople fields to Berlin yields spin filling spirant space with unearthly eerie...

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Built in the middle of Nowhere, A gate of turquoise, very rare, A sculptor carved a figurehead, The gate was built to guard the dead. It's best to come on full-moon night, for the dead don't care for sunlight. GHOSTLY music is often heard, And one unidentified word. It's said, on a September date, GROANING is heard near the big gate. GRIEF-STRICKEN singing to the...

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Checked by www.howmanysyllables.com>syllable_counter "A grave wherever found preaches a short and pithy sermon to the soul.” Nathaniel Hawthorne ************************************************************** ...

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Satan GHOSTLY haunt dirty men He looks like a GOSSAMER adviser He is not found in GRAVE so man may rest in peace Satan for sure loves GODFORSAKEN places Satan followers shall have GRIEF-STRICKEN end because of loss and deprivation GROANING is main result of opening gate for Satan to comes in and obsess...

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“Fear of death is fear of surrender to Infinity.” ~ Adi Da Samraj In my fevered state, I sought the godforsaken sounds of the gossamer strings of the harp. It was hours of grave thoughts before I would awaken to the ghostly groaning of my mind’s steep scarp. Grief-stricken, I lie staring through closed eyes listening to the beat of my heart...

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“The inner journey of piety opens the floodgate of divine bliss” – By Poet I chase the GOSSAMER mirage of the drifting desires in the desolate desert of my GRIEF-STRICKEN existence. I carry my languishing life listlessly across the bleakness along the pitiless pathway of disparaging delusion. Caught in the whirlpool of GHOSTLY mire of mortal being I wander lost with...

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