Hooded Cloak Poems - Poems about Hooded Cloak

...I (a youthsome, wholesome, jokesome, handsome,... gamesome, chucklesome, bothersome, and awesome modest fellow)... does not deliberately court immortalization, and wonders what criteria confer el......

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...You were dressed in a midnight blue Hooded cloak, the full moon an apparition Of your face. I fell in love with the eternal abyss of your Heart and pondered upon the fists you clenched Fiercely......

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... Struggling With carrying branches to dry for kindling, Cursing the seemingly extra long winter and those who keep bringing it; a shadow drifts over me like a primordial raven, and a rush of......

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...Thoughts, black and gloomy Tumble, jostling, each wanting To shout their miserable words Of depression and gloom. Weaving the darkness, closer. Depression, it never leaves, Not completely, onc......

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...Do you want me to leave you without tears? Can I part, my beloved, without grief? But separation drives shaft deep that sears Thus my heart wounded dying most too brief. Remembrance ste......

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...I couldn't sleep, I couldn't sit, I went out for a walk Nighttime breeze feels uplifting, it gave me chance for thought Deep in my mind the questions flew and quiet answers were found The steps ......

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...In the park, I’d been all day Reading all my time away On a park bench did I sit Until the sky became twilit As light for reading began to wane I heard the tapping of a cane. And looking up, ......

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...Cover me in feathery down, warmth against winter chills and frozen ground leave me to sleep in deep refrain, until tidal waves recreates my home again. Step, step, stepping in deep snow, Hobn......

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...While I was an exchange student I questioned a monk from Italy about the predictions of Notradomus. He frustratedly sent me to a chapel that sent me to a small college that had a course that feature......

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...Death rides in fast on his large pale horse hooves violently gliding over gravel nothing can stop him or alter his course An enigma for you to unravel his hooded cloak black covering white bone......

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...Trudge home All alone Can’t condone What I feel inside Can’t abide What constitutes My whole My soul My hope for What is to come What is to some Their whole life An allergy An allegory ......

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