Lugubrious Poems - Poems about Lugubrious

... Dancing with delusions, sparks of hellfire Course through my lugubrious quill pen. Distorted words igniting fear, Anxiety fills crevices, Encircling, silencing, Asphyxiating. Walls c......

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...In the tenebrous, xenial realm of the lake, where human cadavers oscillate, suspended by verdigris chains, a lamia of unholy provenance, orchestrates a gambits cavalcade. Each mortal she ensnares,......

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... Lugubrious blue mood skies funereal and morose shed raindrops, they unleash tableau vivant torrent’s wet tranche, blessing, bane or boon from vault of heaven, damp pearl blob bewitching......

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...In the woods lurks the grey angel; Wingless and disillusioned, he awaits The onset of diarrhoea, Bismarck’s jocular displeasure And the seagull’s lugubrious weightlessness – Later than previousl......

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...Liberty, Equality and Fraternity, three precious ideals, blinded by the darkness of xenophobia. The Republic, democracy and human rights are the pillars of a just society, but in the depths of Mari......

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...Why do they cry, daddy? Soldiers march – a lugubrious lullaby of detonation as their melodic grim reaper Why can’t you hear them? A myriad of white swoops through the blast wave, hidden bet......

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...A bruised heart scorned, sacred vows of a saint, sorrows of unrequited lovers—art is what you paint—I Am Anaya A Models Likeness Hues of magentas and white acrylic silky spells Vibr......

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...Stomach-wrenching body blows dog those blighted by endemic fiasco,, grim dervish whirl of death a maybe one day royal flush, predicament that hoodoo mark in frozen ink, cataclysmic episode relen......

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...‘Tis lucky me father lies in the grave, Than t’see the havoc I have wreaked In the name of actin’ bold and brave, My misadventures dastardly peaked. In this musky gaol I am wasting ......

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...I find it fascinating how the human mind ponders the origin and shape of ideas and how everyone wanders. I wonder why I can’t help but think in terms of rhythm and rhyme when oftenti......

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...The day is industrial olive oil. Mudfish thrash on the shores of thought. I grin a lot with my eyes, grinners return my eyes to me - no one wants them. The morning's dull certainty haunts me ......

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...Wordsmith's Veneration... Methinks, I post literary endeavors inxs but tis with blood, sweat and tears in case ye did not guess, who struggles to craft reasonable rhyme ideally read by a pleas......

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...The emptiness felt inside remains that morbid and lugubrious void and it's different from the one shown outside, not allowing tears or sorrow of any kind to become a silent cry only heard by that ......

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...CAMPAIGN Ngalia! ngalia! ngalia! again Today with an imploring tone "Barabara nimeunda choo nimechimba" Stomach above the brain underneath This time on luxurious Benz For real no sincere tearin......

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...Intuition flares, prancing in ostentatious circles, feather-tip proud. Lugubrious grey wigs speckle gregariously bedecked by flamboyant gems: they flicker frustratingly in stifled Regency bal......

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