Mausoleums Poems - Poems about Mausoleums

...Serpents slither here. Scorpions hide beneath our bed spreads. Spiders, bugs, sticks, ants, and centipedes occupy our beds. We have coasts. But what use of these? They burn with sultry heat. Pir......

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...Homeless I lived, without even a marked territory to claim as my own! How I wished I had access to a mattress to lay my weary body or a ceiling under my head! But I had no place t......

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...(Piece is intended to be the most complex vocabulary gothic ever) Grandiloquence, mellifluous pulchritudinous, gaiety of quintessential moistening serendipity, bile deluge if you show the sangu......

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... "Some of us have secrets – William Tell." Some of us have secrets. Well, we all have secrets, William Tell. We sweep them under the carpet, or trade, for better th......

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...They loiter in memory's mausoleums, old chants, those gilded liturgies, ready to resurrect and eat through the ear with promises under the finery of polished myth. Grafted onto our very ......

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...Skulls cracked, hollowed showing, decomposing, wounding Remains, Graves, Cemeteries, Mausoleums cushioning preserving, defending damaged, ......

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...Downtown Dayton cityscape can be seen clearly (on a clear day) from the grassy knoll on top of the Woodlands cemetery. Most of the more fancy mausoleums face any other way though, as if the s......

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...Graveyard craziness Mausoleums give me creeps Hardware not software......

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...Every morning upon rising Routinely searching my vital signs As a poverty stricken person Searches pockets for spare change. The grim news reports, The skyrocketing death tolls, Mausoleums more......

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...Contagion ceremoniously weaves its harvest into a fabric of un-social inclusion Haunted by lack of humility and lost serenity it serenades through the masses In God We Trust but who listened to Nie......

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...Helen, Troyless by Michael R. Burch "The face that launched a thousand ships..." Helen, bright accompaniment, accouterment of war as sure as all the polished swords of princes groomed to lie......

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..."The face that launched a thousand ships ..." Helen, bright accompaniment, accouterment of war as sure as all the polished swords of princes groomed to lie in mausoleums all eternity .......

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...Small rolling hills, valley plots, nothing regimented, graves not scattered, but placed among natural features. It’s beautiful here especially in the Fall. The Maples are tall and burning brigh......

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...Slowly the sun sets as day turns to night. Cellars, castles, and caves, places that cause much fright. These are the areas, I call them my home, secluded deeply within mausoleums and tombs. Once ......

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...Suspended Transcendental Meditative State... Temporarily relieves, loosens, and detaches worldly weight, albeit bearing heavily straight away upon well balanced, awk credited miniature oblate ......

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