Interred Poems - Poems about Interred

...Gloomy dismal, and forlorn... that's how this day was borne in a Greyling sallow place where death doth reign without a face. In a boneyard of decaying flesh, one fresh abyss was dug to th......Read the rest...

...I'll stop and sit by the riverside with my back turned to the sun, And recall all the places I've seen since my travelling days begun. I will record the best memories for when my ......Read the rest...

...Placed First in Zen, Zinnia, Zephyr Words Poetry Contest Sponsored by Constance La France “You are beautiful because of the light you carry within you."  – Alexandra Elle ......Read the rest...

...There exists a space between us that has widened since the passing, which slowly fills with more distrust as faint demons start trespassing. The closeness of a touch still there; but eyes that......Read the rest...

...Based upon an entry in the mid-19th Century autobiography of Presbyterian Theodore Clapp, who lived for several decades in New Orleans, Louisiana. Of the many young brides who I’ve married, None ......Read the rest...

...Itching itching nowhere to scratch Rambling rambling balling the jack Freight car open voices interred The brakeman singing "Turn "Turn "Turn" (Dreamsleep: April, 2024) ......Read the rest...

...You fell in October, like autumn leaves Funny it was a hot day. The avocado tree was budding. I knew you only a short while, But it broke me to see your mother cry. She was inconsolable.......Read the rest...

... Showered with petals, long since gone, Silk cloth exchanged for armour strong, The transparent walls imprison souls, No heart or living thought consoled. Our presence blurred in mirrors c......Read the rest...

...In case you don’t remember them they came from outer space They were to be the first beginnings of the human race But when they crashed they came down in a stark and frigid place Antarctic ice int......Read the rest...

...Within Within the stillness, faint echoes of sounds can be heard Late night hours, grappling with what is real and the absurd Hearing indistinguishable voices, conversations overheard Perhaps......Read the rest...

... Where is the wildflower, where does it wander in the time of nearly Spring, does it dream of the sun? Time is such a tiny word for that which keeps us interred in waiting for the p......Read the rest...

...Thoughts etched in obsidian, A wharf rock verdant- Wisps of color, Like a jade curved smith. To hew out crevices of the wast'd rock, Wind washed and sand clothed- Pulsating taking solitude,......Read the rest...

...The Revenant pt. 2 - Leviæthan I 'neath the grim pallor of a Plutonian moon, Sheltered in the cloak of Phantom's embrace, A tempest rages within flesh—entomb......Read the rest...

...When anarchy consumes a barren soul, the hatred overwhelms the beating heart. It sickens minds and steals the body whole then rips the cloth of empathy apart. Existence lies between what evil c......Read the rest...

...Safely stowed feelings keep the peace Adrift with all of this, unheard Forget myself, desist and cease Truly my concerns should decrease Perhaps my sanity is blurred Safely stowed feelings kee......Read the rest...