Pall Poems - Poems about Pall

...Gloomy dismal, and forlorn... that's how this day was borne in a Greyling sallow place where death doth reign without a face. In a boneyard of decaying flesh, one fresh abyss was dug to th......Read the rest...

...In a somber house on Maple Street, where shadows creep, Lived Lily, a child, in silence she'd weep. With every creak of the floorboards at night, She'd hold her breath, gripped by fright. Mr. J......Read the rest...

... Dead of Fall In gathering storm clouds, Fall whispers its dread, Cold tendrils coil, as life's colors shed. Once vibrant hues, now wilt and fade, As darkness creeps in, a cold, si......Read the rest...

...TO WHICH IMAGE SHOULD WE CLING Is it the hero to whose brave image we should cling Or the sage, whose deep knowledge impresses us all Perhaps the bard, whose melodies we hear him sing But even ......Read the rest...

...In earth's mournful sigh, the day does fade, A quietus bow, as light to dark is made. The sun descends; its fervor now grown still, As night's embrace, a somber, haunting thrill. Death's whispe......Read the rest...

...Within Me Trapped within, a tempest roars, Where demons dance and anguish pours, In the haunted halls of my soul's estate, Dwells a darkness deep, where love and hate await. Restless ......Read the rest...

...The wind, a constant noise, keeps roiling on, blows through bare branches with the leaves long gone, cool April’s chill is warmer than the snow, up in the mountains it has yet to go, sticks and d......Read the rest...

...In the land where skies once wept with grace, Now echoes of war, tears stream down the face. A family torn in the midst of strife, Caught in the crossfire of two nations' life. The father, once......Read the rest...

...CLEAN AIR Only a few now recall the London smogs The early Fifties, I think it may have been When a man used to walk ahead of a bus As schoolkids, it was a strange time for us Almost every day......Read the rest...

... sift, sift, the sands of time sift, for loves gone missing sifting thru a passion’s pall bows, once sweetly kissing bend, bend, the willows old bend, ......Read the rest...

...This is a small tribute to one of England's Finest world war 1 poets who died A week before the great war ended. Nov. 4th 1918 Train of Silenced Voices Fares settled in bloo......Read the rest...

...Left To Wander Confusion’s underbelly frustration’s embryo Orphaned seeds of black and white spread where nothing grows Choices wander celibate new pregnancy unfound Up or down left to right......Read the rest...

... Prices rise, incomes fall Terrorism reigns, nuclear pall Health care declines, rich people dine War everywhere, machine guns whine What happened to ‘peace and love’ ......Read the rest...

...Cats go out then cry to come in. A runt-end of shade wilts. We feel the pull of a Lunar tide, sense the off-center mewing, of a dissonant aria. Trembling dogs hide their body-bones. The air i......Read the rest...

...The Captain dallies in the hall waiting for the enemy to fall. His knights cannot heed the call which is sent to no one at all. The castle is filled with a pall, as the goblins come over the wal......Read the rest...