Reapers Poems - Poems about Reapers

--Reapers Dreams-- Met the grim reaper in my dreams. Tried to put it on pause and he used a chainsaw to hack off my legs. Death always finds a way to make sure I don’t walk into the light. I look unto the abyss. Without surprise, the abyss looks back. Infinity, as a dead star…Limitless potential, devolving...

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Hot white harvest a bone dry land years have been spent building this reapers Machine on desolate Sand American madness An empire of a dream, dark start the towers gleaming. Reaching into open sky as ravens gather to blackened out a sapphire sky reapers machine Dead at last Among the shafts of wheat there in it’s rusted...

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Reapers visit Warm salty tears dripping down my reddened cheeks. Sadness and depression fill my barely beating heart, thudding so slowly I can't feel my own pulse. Told I now Repulse, causes me to convulse tremoring violently, retch so much nothing but anger and disillusion come out, just a disgrace. An entire life I have had happiness love and...

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The midnight moon was full of woe As ravens soared within its glow Echoes of the reaper's song Drift on dark clouds all night long She who plays is dressed in black and as her threnody meanders through the mist the caw of ravens echo back, On these the reaper does subsist Her violin...

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No beginning; no ending;No seekers; no finders No loser; no finders; No darkness; no light ...

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Fentanyl, and All Grim Reapers, on call !!! Dark days in the clutches of fentanyl, have been your journey, your down fall ! Are you realizing the essence of its call ? NOTHING will be left, NOTHING at all ! Many of your years, have been such a waste !, as you reach out, towards an end, in such haste. What is...

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Telling my brother via email that when I was nine years this age My brain was frozen while sniffing paint ? Twas, nineteen sixty-eight... Children showed me how and everyone was doing it on the poor side of town Crafted to dye as flowers be their hair; a psychadelic movement with nobody there ? Part her waves his...

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As I sit in darkness the sounds of raindrops tickle my ears With the windows open the breeze freezes my tears I have cried from so much pain, my life barely drags along The air is cooling, I feel him coming, I hear the Reapers' song I can escape his grasp or willingly give him my soul Life or death,...

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The mysterious cloaked woman stiffly walked down the dark damp alleyway. She listened to the talkative wind blow through the leafless frozen trees as if they were whispering about the sad look upon her face. The fog followed her and surrounded her black knee high boots, which made a maddening clopping sound as they struck...

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Loathing and choking in a smoke filled hall, life passing by as I begin to fall, fiery depths has taken its toll, eternally falling as death takes its call, meaningless choices in life, as the reaper Say's hi, I turn my cheek to say good bye, hopeless to cry, life is done and now its good bye! as the light passes over I wander, a...

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