Mortal Poems - Poems about Mortal

Having tasted substance abuse, today in truth, many of the young are wasted in their youth. But 'God damn' only the pusher you didn't oughta as, without the doer, the dealer, he'd be dead in the water. One and the same, they're both to blame, as off each other they will feed, the former for avarice, a.k.a., greed, the latter for a misconceived need... if not to...

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My soul’s confession knows no ordinary penance—nor knows, nor feels, another mind the nebulating sorrows therein maligned—. I doubt my own can judge the cemetery of bygone thoughts, dead dreams, and funerary pathways—twisted in patterns twice entwined through one and another—lurking behind my steeple-belled conscience. On the contrary, sermon is held just out of sight of that sinister scene. By holy spirits...

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Ethereal Goddess, give me your light Your beauty is ineffable, and cold as ice Your heart must be a labyrinth full of tales Euphoric is the man's love that never pales. Your voice must be quite lyrical when you speak A lullaby of love, versed with a birdy tweet. Did all love stories have romance in such a way? Perhaps you...

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This frail feeling of worldly fate Drowning and fast fading, mortal and degrading This voice, his lips on my ear; whispering, Hurtful hate; feeding on fear These choices, crucial, turning life into a surreal blur of chaos Dreadful moments just waiting to occur The darkness pounces on my soul wrapping and clawing its way to my mind, There is...

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Perhaps you heard a distant song That mortals cannot sing; Perhaps it made your heartbeat long For such a pretty thing. Perhaps you saw beyond your eyes What dirt and clay can’t form; Perhaps you know what beauty lies Beyond the mortal storm. Why then, pursue it, as you must, One cannot let it go; But gold is not akin to rust, We can but little...

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How one twenty first century married mortal male (me - Matthew Scott Harris)... found himself bewitched about Circe, particularly after reading book title by the same name. An enchantress and a minor goddess in ancient Greek mythology and religion depicted as living on the island of Aeaea (pronounced "ee-EE-uh"), the daughter of the sun god Helios and the Oceanid nymph Perse Circe renowned for...

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Ordinary married sexagenarian mortal fêted as savior incarnate... Courtesy a plethora of marriageable females dogging, hounding, and lowing the living daylights forcing yours truly to go undercover and into hiding within the heart of darkness at a remote undisclosed location in Perkiomen Valley changing my name, rank and serial number to protect what little remaining innocence (analogous from the salvaged wreckage of the...

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Donning my Sunday best, I glance in the mirror— a twinkle, a gleam in my eyes. A special day today. My eyes lift to the heavens, a miracle in a way. The stairs to the big blue sky invitingly beckon mourners between the hours of never and forever, within reach for those called home. I tremble feebly on the first few steps, casting a glance at the...

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I would love to speak to you alone, No one could ever guess my aggressive tension. I would like to call you a moron, Years passed by, yet you are still in your reflection. I would let go of my chain, Oxygen creates a vague reaction in my infected brain. I would let go of my disease, The disease is heavier...

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November moon, dangling pearl trailing the face of dusk like a brooding tear. Morpheus leads our way through luminous sleep, through stained glass shards of our multiverse. November moon, you languish unrealized, in somber slumber fog. Our mortal arousal, our wounds are reopened. Morpheus leads our way, through lustrous ruminations, through spiraling remnants of our Megaverse. November moon We hardly notice you in our narcoleptic cloud, our emergent consciousness, our collective imagination. Morpheus leads our...

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The curse of immortality Live always in the world, in the universe, and alone No age, no childhood, no adult life, no old age. Non Just live continuously, can’t stop life, just live. A life Always a life, cannot change, always the same life Horrible this life, prison from immortality; no death Oh, why? When is the death? When coming? Hell! Hell!...

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In tears, I write a confession to the disappointed man from the future, that all we put into love is just the fear of death. I bind to the spirit through hope, for through hope I will be able to die, Today I am like a graceful bird, and tomorrow I will be a worm in the...

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As a mortal man of threescore and five years... I bore witness and/or assimilated, gleaned, and nursed implacable thirst for knowledge courtesy reading factual narratives, historical fiction, or biography that since the advent of *****sapiens avast number of civilizations and their discontents (throve and languished) their legacy peppered with historical achievements particularly military exploits punctuated equilibrium by false sense of security under_scored with relatively long periods of peace concluding with...

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If the wind were my best friend, I would raise the ship of loneliness up to the sky And I would hide in the thick mist of the clouds, So I wouldn't feel my mortal pain anymore. So much drama lies within a being, That not even through death it fades, It passes from one being to another, Making this world even...

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I Am Known Space: endless expanse, eternal, inexorable. Time: Unknowable, from unbeginning befores, untill unending tomorrows. An ache in my mind, A weakness in my knees, A dread in my bowels, A tremor in my hand, A widening of my eyes. I move myself from point A……to point B. Nothing else can I control but Me. I draw a margin; fence in what I...

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