Possessed(P) Poems - Poems about Possessed(P)

A body possessed is a spirit that knows no compassion, for soul grew weak. Evil’s roots took hold. Bleak became eyes that once could see the light. Spirit lost will to fight. A sinister grin curves the host’s lips. Sanity now is lost....

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It started with a Ouija board: it seemed like harmless fun, the messages at first benign - it said it was a nun! Obsessed, I spent more time with it but scary stuff began: I heard a laugh, saw shadows move and knew it was a man. The figure stepped towards me then and rooted to the spot, I felt it push inside my brain, my...

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My eyes followed her. They wouldn't behave. Her strut, her smile, a wicked challenge gave. The angel on my shoulder warned, "femme fatale", telling me kindly, "this time, let me make the call". But I couldn't stop my feet, as I approached her - or my lips, as my question broached her, and my digits recorded her digits like...

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This black tar covers my brain, With viscosity of motor oil from a 1950's tractor, Wiping every so often but it still remains, Trauma of life may have been a factor, Continuously drips finding my crevices of weakness, Seizing every ounce of good nature it can, A vicious vacuum for precious meekness, This twisted consumption is part...

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my pen runs across the page dripping down verbs and adjectives dragging prepositions and nouns along I watch an innocent bystander have no idea where all of these words are coming from is my pen possessed? Apparently so....

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* In my life and journey it seems I am different people. Each one, as if possessed like chapters of a huge book ~ When I think back, I am haunted, enthralled, charmed, captivated, tearful. So, many paths and curves in my journey. ** Need to just open . . . a page of my book to my childhood days and the deep love. But, then grieve endured...

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Insatiable compulsion overwhelms. I am losing control in all realms. ...

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The sound of silence echoes in the tranquil night sky, wakes up the sleeping stars one by one to shine in the bejeweled crown in the argentine ambiance, the moonbeam strands weave dream of you for me. In the stardust sprinkled night I wait fervently for you to emerge out of my dream like an angel, walk in the craving corridor...

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In the shadows, whispers rise, A haunted presence, unseen eyes. Possessed by spirits, ancient, deep, Their secrets in my soul do creep. A dance of darkness, wild and free, Possession's grip consuming me. I am a vessel, a sacred shrine, Where otherworldly powers entwine. Through me they speak, in words unknown, A language from a realm far unknown. I am their conduit, their earthly host, In...

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Held captive by you my soul tormented by you all because of you...

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I can contest Put me to the test My heart in confess Honest and true Greyhound bus in my soul I am a walking behold My younger years my start The Greyhound dog stretched always seen on all sides of the bus always caught my attention The highway representation I am a walking Greyhound bus presentation The Greyhound bus wear Proud and honored with care Of course,...

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Is this what ACE Hardware stands for: they had been abrupt could end up being corrupt when they did erupt player selected when he died as drected monument erected for game he had prepped on home field is where he slept when he was inept did with deep regret on loser we placed a bet who had been a threat we read latest news he would live ike a recluse wearing...

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When one is poetically possessed, Nothing like the truest rest: For every braved forty winks Whacks for new poems and resistance sinks! One is very free to weep But one isn’t snatching any sleep: One’s Poetic Tormentors, a zillion number, Obsessed with The Ecstatic no less The Sombre!. You’re hailing your tormentors but with reluctance, This act dragging to a crushing distance; At God’s feet...

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enchanting in her way, she beckons us to join. kissed by doubts sweet whisper, envisioning loss of certitude. wandering, wandering, off; precipice to precipice, hungrily returning worried, lest one day we lose our way. caught in the vortex of our ache. lost to the forest of rejoining. life or death. what you may think of it I do...

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“Possessed” The scarlet of her heart opens where she blooms deepest from the cuts of Past’s insanity her windows full green undressed him, in his mind; he confessed, in quiet reflection, he had lost his head irrevocably - and taking his brush dipped it in fresh rouge cadmium across her throat he wrote the words on her warm skin in his mind, soft as cream velvet, “Possessed”, across her...

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