Ill Omened Poems - Poems about Ill Omened

...L o v e ~ a crippled nightingale b u r n i n g in bronze tears of tornadoes, limping and writhing, screaming for release, but what if I am the mistress of glass-cut dreams, c......

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...“I like my lover's heart blackened with a deeper shade of darkness, where the ravens and I can rest in peace.” Ann Marie Eleazer She had her potions ready, plus an arrow etched with ru......

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...I s t r e t c h my arms, caressing collapsed dreams, l o s t within the debris of darkness, rising from the volcanic vortex, drifting with scorching fragments resembling a love turned ......

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...O August, I feel subtle scents of dandelion days melting, like spring falls of delirious diamonds, while memories of sentimental sapphires flow amidst clouds of colorblind cruelty, revealing......

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...As I look back on the torrent winds of the fate that mars my mind. Back at the measured erosion of my convictions. Back at the losing elements of my loving drive to conquer. Back on the rela......

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...From assassins fleeing but finally spotted, One’s good image guarding and still it is blotted; An ill-omened murderous car Crushing one’s guiltless star! A team playing out its heart but lifti......

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...HER TIME ill- dated she thought ill-humored her birth brought ill-omened her race ill-starred her pace. Through thick hide Though beffudled Hard-boiled she remained Her bright future is i......

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...The setting sun swings from gold To deepen into bloodshot red. And as I sit alone upon the sand, Of a long forgotten inlet bay, I feel its fainting warmth, its ending joy, As ill-omened gulls gl......

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...As black birds, bad luck shadows us, For we have many personas like trickster Or ill-omened out caster, cast away No matter how our broken speech sounds. Our mere presence spark uncomfortable dis......

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...That beast that prowls and lurks Always on the doors opposite side Primeval and fetid scents rising For it is here evil resides Locked within these crumbling walls Or so I have come to believe ......

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...At midnight, awakened, The ravens stir. You thought it was a dream. Ill-omened prophets, Of the night, are they. Flying through the realm of your ominous mind. Foraging, ungainly, For the des......

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