Grim Poems - Poems about Grim

The grim reaper eyes glow as the god you pray to. Fear tickles my feet as I sink into his arms. I feel at home. The Scythe sings a song of demise, so now I open my mouth and close my eyes. The imagery has appeared, a dark cloud of saddness is here. My eyes cry black liquid as my...

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My skin has become like sandpaper Blotches showing up everywhere A pimple resides at the end of my nose Some areas have unwanted hair What 's happening to this body of mine Seems it's just about falling apart Ankles are swollen to twice their size Been expelling a whole lot of farts It's referred to as the ageing process Is this what's in store...

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When I saw the Grim Reaper pull out his peeper and pee on the patio, I yelled, "Hey Jack! Can't you use the facilities out back? That's what normal people do, you know. I always said I wasn't afraid of death, till one night, Death tried to rob me of my breath. And as I was gasping for air, he said with a...

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Spotted coat, sharp teeth, Cackles break the night's dark hush, Wild pack's hungry hunt. ©bfa030825 ...

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I seen it in the daylight. I seen it in the night. I seen it in the mirror And it gave me such a fright. In the shadows it travels; Unseen by others sight. I escaped it in a crash. I escaped it in a fight. But my heart began to fail And my fear began to hype. I ran, oh how I ran...

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The story of dory And the story of John Could be glory Could be wrong Dory was a Gent at heart Dorian was the birth mark John preferred the Dory part As was his name from start A younger brother with might John enjoyed a good fight Dory had no choice in life As his brothers fire reignites Sat in constant silence In denial of the violence...

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someone advised me that i should lay low go on a crusade there's one next week but what is risky and ill-advised is seeing a production of hamlet on a tuesday night we saw cats on the thursday my son whispered that he was incredibly bored but who ain't i'm discussing cannibalism at the steak & eggs cafe but also discussing middle-age and health deterioration transition of identity...

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With an oar and a long boat Down river goes the deal maker, Ferrying another soul afloat ... For I am their taker ... Black cloak 'round my shoulder Two coins in my bony hand, I bring the younger or older Off to a more distant land Paddling waters, still and gray Done a million times or more, Candle and lantern to light my...

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Endless steps upon the ashen path, Each footfall echoes in the aftermath. A world of shadows, fire long grown cold, Yet onward you walk, alone but bold. You rise from death, though hollowed inside, A soul once bright now seeks to hide. The weight of curses, the loss of light, Yet still you press on through the endless night. Memories fade, like whispers...

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“Amazing tradition. They throw a great party for you on the one day they know you can’t come.“ Quote by Jeff Goldblum. JOHNNY SPICER In this tomb are the bits and pieces of the butcher Johnny Spicer Got distracted whilst cutting meat and fell into the meat slicer. JAMES.D.BOWLER In this crypt are the flat remains of...

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Dear Breath, will you truly forsake me? Dearest Death, will you be kind to me? My favourite Life, are you satisfied? My quintessential self, do you truly possess this demeanour? Temporary happiness is always godlike bliss, Permanence is a dutiful curse. The more I look for profound beauty, The more I go far away from my salient appetite. Karma never forgives anyone, Building a...

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In the depths of her soul, she's yearning for touch, In a void of despair, where emotions are crushed. Once her fortress, her solace, her knight, Now distant, indifferent, cloaked in spite. He was her lifeline, her warmth, her reprieve, Now his absence leaves her with naught but to grieve. From tender embraces to harsh, cutting words, Her heart bears the scars,...

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New Family You're born into your family; you don't get to pick. Sometimes it's tough; you and they don't always click. There are times when you feel like you're not heard, Walking on eggshells, careful with every word. But as you go through life, you find others just right, Friends who become your chosen family, holding you tight. The joy they bring...

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Grim reaper forever guaranteed eternal plentiful harvest the following written for no particular rhyme nor reason quite aware the exit (stage door left) allows, enables, to provide every season with a bumper crop of dead souls. many mortals beseechingly lift up their hands in supplication and inquire omnipotent omniscient force and ask why since the dawn of civilization humans dream up...

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Written: January 09, 2024 _____________________________________ Seen through a sepia scale Drab grief, of hiemal cradle mirthless, a desolate land shrouded in frozen doldrums, amid solemn ripples on threnody and sizzle akin to a gentle sway with a oneiric, susurrous tambourine wave of yore rain whistles in tune of doodles in...

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