Goths Poems - Poems about Goths

...KING ALFRED THE GREAT MODERN ENGLISH TRANSLATIONS King Alfred the Great (c. 849-899), arguably the first great king of England, may have done more to lay the groundwork for English literacy and l......

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...Widsith the Far-Traveler, Part III ancient Anglo-Saxon poem loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch I was also with Eormanric for many years, as long as the Goth-King availed me we......

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...Widsith was a traveling minstrel who "sang for his supper" but may have been prone to exaggeration... Widsith, the Far-Traveler, Part I of III anonymous Old English/Anglo-Saxon poem, circa 680-95......

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...He’s together now, they say, turned out, free to walk the street; adult child turned out to play amid grey walls of concrete streets strewn with disposed joys, the stench of human fluids. Boz......

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... All True Goths Covet Lace Vampires Lightning Spiders ......

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...Poetic paean to papa's princess Otherwise titled: Mien wonderful wedded divine wife...., whose piercing deliverance, a balm ameliorating tattooed strife despite being dirt poor, (especially......

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...Some claimed that Camelot was noble, a place built upon the stony ground of good-intentions, it was new and fangled, it was progressive in a time of little progress. I have seen it, I was the......

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...I answer to the norm the strangest decorum in the Northern Hemisphere I have a longing to be free Burning seeds their husks weep In valleys of sleep Two tulips niggardly cling to the here......

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...Descendent we are forefather’d as we are (not all obviously), from the Germanic tribes. Around the year zero we emerged out of those dark primordial winter forests, fully formed and tribal. ......

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...Squalid were those days of thuggish delight When the fat land's spirit the small Goths stole. Joy was a thirst slaked, forever a night, In that corpulent desert of mean soul. But pastel virtue......

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...Medieval Poems Deor's Lament (Anglo Saxon poem, circa 10th century AD) loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Weland knew the agony of exile. That indomitable smith was wrac......

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...Under the colorful leaves Of my Poet-tree The Autumn breeze Blows one off and it spirals slowly Down for me To read I pick it up off the ground And looking around I hear no sound On a big ......

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...When the doodle of the people opine and the piss spore squeeze, there will be fields and tundras in the deep hollow of moonlight winery ... Scope of voids the crazy ones will say; Reproach......

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...I'll look for you in the deep, cobalt blue of a mountain lake, or the startled crake of a moorhen, flushed from its nest, or the idle word, said in jest over a steaming mug, as we huddled an......

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...Poetic paean to papa's princess Otherwise titled: Mien wonderful wedded divine wife whose piercing deliverance..., a balm ameliorating tattooed strife despite being dirt poor, I cherish her......

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