Morgue Poems - Poems about Morgue

Haunted eyes stare through me, Searching, longing, lost at sea, Soundless cries echo within, A prisoner in her own skin. Hidden traumas itch and gnaw, While the circling buzzards caw, hands wave from a waring mind, As she leaves the world behind. A glitched heart stained in pain, Just three steps before insane, Gritted sickness, snatch and grab, A pretty present on a slab. ...

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Laid naked and bare, Dilapidated beyond repair, Deeper within the dark bowels of ruined Ultair, Whose ruler is a Litch, A city rises from a darken phosphorous pitch of shadows and mists of unhallowed portraiture whose sights are akin to visual torture. Where evils forgotten lie in one's peripheral, perpetuating fears begotten and ethereal. Do not fret and be a fool. Lest you forget what...

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Within lofty daily trials, life always in check gaze at self-made walls; stare up at the swinging bulb. Chastising of milestones, beaten within submission artful weaving of whispers waking from a deeper sleep. Questioned emotions on ice; travel within a dark compass where in the hell am I; queries shuffle on downward. Dissected voices in a breeze; breathless inhales unshaken blowing kisses...

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Bodies at the morgue seem to be waiting for partners … Waiting, waiting still like nothing. Bodies at the morgue seem to be so for good … So poor and dull and so low. Bodies today; nobodies tomorrow....

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Blah gray cupboards, gray padded table, boring grayish blue chairs. Plastic chairs, not comfortable, always two, but who needs two? I wait for the doctor thinking it is weird there is not a single picture. No pop of red, orange, yellow, pink, green, purple, or any pretty color. This looks more like a morgue should look than a doctor’s...

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The grave is a fear buried deep in some minds- one day it’s all over when the body resigns, that your life is only a trip from the womb through some measure of time to an eternal tomb. Psychology’s coffin lays you in this hole then they shovel in their contempt for the soul. Their eulogy reads “there is nothing beyond what...

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A life is taken each day,  A heart is broken each night, A soul mate is taken away. Pain fills ones heart, Questioning God why He allowed a tear to run through their cheeks, But at the end it's not our will but His will. Loved ones, One day we will be with you. I don't know the pain one goes through, But I...

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The lighting, it was over-bright blinding my unslept,red, tired eye white sheets shook me with dread and fright the lighting, it was over-bright oh! on the stiff body drained white tattoo of my name on left thigh the lighting, it was over-bright blinding my unslept,red, tired eye Written 06/15/2016 for Julia's contest "First Line Prompt-2"...

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October 5th, 2014 I walk into this morgue After a long lasting stroke. The room is a little small for a hospital, A little big for this heart And still, it all feels so logical. Dead bodies all over the place Lined up inside cold refrigerators. They are past, long time lost You are the present But with no future to rent Your...

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trying to put the words toghether trying to hard but they will never get better bleeding from my ears these words that you said cut my chest open blood for tears does the beating make you quiver does the lies make you sick leave me here chest wide open ribs spread apart down on my hands and knees i cant even breath i wont ever pass my soul...

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Waking Up in the Morgue By Elton Camp Here’s more evidence of the conviction That truth may be stranger than fiction When a man suffered an asthma attack Of signs of life there was a total lack In the morgue’s cooler he was put away And there he remained for an entire day Until the attendant heard a voice call out “Help! ...

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A new planet was taking birth. Stem cells were coming out of obedience to carnality. For resuscitation from kiss of death faith was at its best in its witchcraft. Complete blood count failed, to diagnose the strange madness. It was a whirling chemistry. The transmitters merely took in the sin, the insanity. A huge crowd collected at the morgue to collect the severed limbs, after the death...

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