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Magnus Poems - Poems about Magnus


Premium Member The Magnus Effect
"The Magnus Effect" A whole life in a deck of cards dealt across the table in front of the brutally dismissive, the fortunes of the war worn read translated glamorously from rock bed, both with glee and dread, there sits the Magnus, reviewing and eating chapters ripped apart, each word a sword drawn, a foot tread, innocence bruised, ages bled, loose leafed tea black and dark fragrant...

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Categories: magnus, muse, music, mystery, sensual,
Form: Narrative
Premium Member Magnus Annas
Magnus Annas Summer's sensuality New leaves green with love Mark the ritual's beginning A ritual old as the unmarked time That passed before us all, In which we were called to spring, to dance Butterflies and mindless acrobats Like flowers silently chanting Carpe Diem, Like Chinese paintings, sense and shadow Or in the guise of neolithic figures Scratched upon rocks - This is what we are, What we...

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Categories: magnus, surreal,
Form: Free verse



Magnus Moore
Magnus Moore My name is Magnus Moore, and I am far from pure. See I can never die, I thought you might ask why. No one is quite sure, for everyone forgets who I was, they are unsure. I am reincarnated and reborn, and no one mourns. I’m a shadow, a shell, hollow. I hate mankind, they are blind. They choose what...

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Categories: magnus, 12th grade, mythology, perspective,
Form: Rhyme
Magnus Opus
Music makes our spirit rejoice in sonorous numbers for sure, a true proposition, lucid and irresistible to endure. Another dress in destinies wardrobe confined, inordinate mysteries of creation what cannot be denied. Vapors of memories through so many cultures perceived, plunging into state of fervent pleasure by the beat conceived. Transparent flow and move to the instant open of musical eternity, active...

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Categories: magnus, 12th grade, appreciation, music,
Form: Ballade
Carolus Magnus
one diminutive flame wields sway over shadows surrounding embers at birth, embers at death flickering wildly between there are some of whom it is clear walk the earth as spawns of fire an eternal blaze the blood of their vein brandishing the sword of their brethren adored are they, abhorred are they and yet dishonored are they never risen up like the harvest moon tasting sweetest...

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Categories: magnus, death, history, life, mystery,
Form: I do not know?




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