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Madhouses Poems - Poems about Madhouses


Premium Member In the desolate temple of the soul, flesh weaves over bone a silent epitaph
...In the desolate temple of the soul, flesh weaves over bone a silent epitaph, Spirits lock thought within the ark of thought, and sometimes, a divine spark, And women in furies pour vessels into fra......

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Categories: madhouses, fantasy,
Form: Free verse
WOMB OF ALL BEGINNINGS
...WOMB OF ALL BEGINNINGS In the delicious womb of all beginnings we learnt to giggle electrons to bear all things without nusturtiums, pink lilies or doughnuts warm gurglings of God’s dream......

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Categories: madhouses, allegory, creation, extended metaphor,
Form: Free verse



Dunkelheit
...calling all mistreated jugglers and wretches of condemned madhouses bewitched by fingers of freak fame the spindly fingers of trickster twins that open the floodgates to occult caverns unleashin......

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Categories: madhouses, imagery, surreal, symbolism,
Form: Free verse
To Boys Who'Ll Be Born Tomorrow
...Even as I prepare my departure, Boys of tomorrow, I think of you. I'm leaving behind for you What I inherited from the departed, Lest I become like a rock Which knows not its children. Take ......

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Categories: madhouses, anniversary, april, art, atheist,
Form: I do not know?
The Madhouses of Paris
...the madhouses of paris filled with retired teachers got their point across song of waterloo this napoleanic labyrinth stearing children to the brink madame martina martini academia nuts cracke......

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Categories: madhouses, addiction, allegory, crazy, education,
Form: Free verse



Visitor
...I had a visitor yesterday, a lady driven crazy by her husband ... he has the kids, she has the road... in and out of institutions, madhouses.. she is getting crazier now, than she was last visit... ......

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Categories: madhouses, adventure,
Form: Ballad
The February 16th Snow Ushers In World Peace
...Morning stubles off in near slumber as Afternoon finally comes over. I am still sleepy. My heart beats quickly as I lose my balance halfway down the stairs, catch myself on the wooden rail, an......

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Categories: madhouses, art, visionary,
Form: Free verse

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