Moribund Poems - Poems about Moribund

    Pale blue, pale yellow, pale green. Flowers die, Plants, birds, animals, Why do you need a name?   There will be dust, storm, cyclone. In there, what will you wish for?   This trail, this narrow path, this green belt, But something erodes them, We can’t trace them back.   Now a metal road, wide, it’s heartless. We are travelling fast, faster than light, Are we? Will we...

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Biosphere's tropical respiratory rainforests are on the verge of extinction, the exclusive reservoir of biodiversity, the Congo Basin is shrinking rapidly. Deforestation dehydrates the caliginous evergreen region, scorching heat changed the water cycle irreversibly. Locking in scanty rainfall and a prolonged arid season, tall towering canopies fell down~ecosystem lost balance entirely. Greenhouse emissions omitted approx. 288–247 gigatones of carbon absorption, erosion erased...

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Trump Moribund and Rotund Trump said that he is both clear and orotund; What he amounts to is really being moribund, A total lapse, Then collapse, And at same time he had been rather rotund. Jim Horn How is this one?...

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From beneath the black robe I appear Eyes glued shut by the luminous light My poetic muse dismissed as Hogwash My rhyme as woeful as it sounded Was written with the colossal belief Of delivering a sense of warmth to all In front I stand of the theatergoers Head and palms moist as if bathed in water Combating the vocal demons concealed in...

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The sad wakes leaving Yes………… only petals of A yellow tulip—pickled in a rose bed grieving The loss of morning The mortician's flower Strewn room sees Roses bloom And petal Gaily The river rides them And the water dyes them Black and Sadly its eyes Are grimly weeping Into the bank Waking The bees to buzzing...

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Sick Feeling Quite Moribund I think that is was about Eight PM When wife and I were at the ATM Prayed to our Lord and also Savior Thanking Him for bank error in our favor. This was way above what I could believe Message said fortune we are about to receive Man rode in on a horse named Jersey Beauty It was...

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Stock in the qurgmire of the runway Chains of reactions appreciating within my loins, Streams of memories mumbling My heart knitted to his moribund imagery As i stoop on my kneel conquering my imagiantions, But the mighty wings of the dark cloud touch my lips, O Lord , not again My thoughts stood between my mouth, i mumble the unspoken words but the heaven turn deaf ear In the corner of my heart, i slip...

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vast arid desert cold solitary existence plush silky sand dunes...

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With my knees to my chin, And my arms to my chest, And my eyes to the dead space, And my cheek to the floor, My lip to the other, And my mind on the door, And they’re pooling, unknowing, Forlorn tears, not flowing, Caught and held by the eye shape That’s protected and glazed. They look to the inside, At the fire that blazed. But still...

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Aching passion that yearns to be shown Words that beg to be spoken Hands that reach out to touch an invisible face Symptoms of my incurable sickness Letting go each and every day Struggling through the far-reaching hours Bravely trying to make it through Separations manifested by time Needs that burn up my soul Desires that rage through my being Hunger that ends in starvation Side-effects...

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Rage can't discern its enemy when it plays foul; it's an opaque stage set by fate... Gray hair, and age are a curse: if wisdom and joy aren't there to feed the soul's warm fire... Love lives where there's the light of trust; none of us would be showing kindness in times of need... Open both arms and greet whoever mourns; comfort is a spring, which quenches the seeker's immense...

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To capture beauty, is to go to sleep with black, red, and gold powder from butterfly wings aloft on your mind... not on your hands~...

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"And after I exist, what then And after life can cease, what then And after I'm content and free Set loose from this reality And after all my soul is here Without the shackles of my fear What then? What is there left to do When all I've been is gone and through To live, to rise, to fade away To burn down with the...

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