Interred Poems - Poems about Interred

...Within my own axis, It did not slant It did not drizzle. The void shunned the grey clouds. Lightning was rare. Thunder turned mute. Leaf-tops shook with the sleepiness of Shameless drunks, cas......

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... Tho' not with a dagger in the library nor candlestick in the conservatory someone done the dirty deed and yet of bodies none were found perhaps the evidence had been concealed interred......

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...Strolling along a winding country lane the other day, I came upon a desolate cemetery in abysmal disarray. 'Twas barely visible, hidden among overgrown weeds and brambles; Untended over time, it h......

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...our mouth owes a debt to your buried bones a hot lead cracked in a jiffy, and your brain splashed~ in the thick forest of Hanoi, with the stains sucked by soil as a flow thicker than......

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..."She reassured me with an unfamiliar line." Love is a mystery school, yearning for sages well able to reckon sixes from nines. True wits should elect sin's disbursements rather than reflect on lo......

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...I planted windflower in my garden plot Along with yarrow and forget me not Then a man walked over grass toward me Said "I’m Adonis, let me make a plea:" “Windflower you see, is named after me ......

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...lazy bones, bound in poverty’s grip in a garden, where hesitation weeds grow~ filled with s t r a n g l e d d e l i c a c i e s… a recipe of wisdom, never tasted couched like a fly in a......

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... For Tom's 1984 The Fall of Big Brother In the dark soil beneath the weight of stone and silence, the meek are not mere shadows, they are tubers, reaching deep in furtive places, attracted b......

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...*“The evil that man do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones;” Shakespeare in Julius Caesar Self Love Time has now dawned to start loving ......

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...Eavesdropping the liars where poison is stirred Their message rings toxic the future interred Foreboding forsaking all hope is unstrung While deaf to the mantra — where truth waits unsung......

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...Sappho Translations XV by Michael R. Burch Gaia, rainbow-crowned, garbs herself in myriad hues. (168c) We ran like fawns from the symposium: me, Cleis and reckless Gongyla. (168d) Destiny is......

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...I breathe; I think; I slumber and I wake I feel; I hear; I scream for pity’s sake I push; I shove with little left to give But six feet neath new fallen leaves, I live I breathe the fumes of my......

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...Sappho Translations III by Michael R. Burch Bed the bride with the beautiful feet, or bring her to me! —Sappho, fragment 103b, translation by Michael R. Burch I long helplessly for love. Ga......

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...On the outskirts of town there's a house on Brooding Hill that leaves those who pass by with shivers and a chill. It's rumored that murders have taken place in the home since it's been haunted by ......

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...She’d kept the pewter dusted and displayed since 1969. A verdigris had leached out of the urn nevertheless. She had been hard on him, had forgiven little, but felt much closer now. The televis......

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