Requiem Poems - Poems about Requiem

There was a young man named Fred (the tooth fairy lived in dread) a wild flamboyant from afar the spice island Zanzibar a singer he'd been and sang a good song with four-octave range in the band called Queen tho' considered 'strange' with plus four in the upper jaw he had more teeth than most once nicely depraved now dead and gone when he gave up the ghost shuffled...

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A warm sun rises As Cardinals bow their heads Hope springs eternal ...

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Heartthrob in damsel drag Belief of human bile Completely instilling cascading dregs of mechanical flesh, bones and spit 64th avenue And coiling deft doom Winged balls of bulging blood and speckled steel Merry wails and flutters of moths unsealed Fitted upon falling kneel And reckoned release of rotten roadkill- Rats and babes and brats Congealed candy and sickeningly sweet brandy And hailed light of...

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A cold berating light-erasing rope survives relentless entropy (another year ends another variant contends) Desolate debris in empty erroneous caves swallow blank pages submerged in mind-warping seas where flying memes wait for normalcy where words freeze & thoughts become sadistic (a poisoned (out of mind) mind crawls on the radar) Trapped in a gray tomb: the inert inerrants flounder in...

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Long have I slept Its time to wake Words not kept And I've been very late Tedious was my slumber And empty my heart Over lost hopes I ponder Am I too late for a new start? As my nerves come back to life I feel in my heart this knife Its sinking all the time What has been my crime? How have I been? Left so far...

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I Incontrovertible truths endure when the beginning of the end has begun - blessed is he who rejoices in his fate and damned is the fool by his own will...

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I think sometimes of the life there once was: Of a time when birds sang throughout the woods And insects flitted between the flowers. But when greedy hands infected the land, The beauty was ruined; life lost its home— And the gentle calls of sparrows and swifts Were quickly replaced with thundering guns Foxes found their homes within dead bodies, And owls...

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*After my last post I thought it would be nice to lighten up a bit with some warm, happy (well, not so happy for Elmer) pest poetry. Who doesn't love bug humor? This one actually won first place in a Deb Guzzi contest back in the day. "And so this court finds you, Elmer T. Roach...

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There underneath a yew tree, she will stay, a dear queen she was and loved by many, stop in silence, no tears, then go your way, with kind words of prayers, if you have any. slow dust will settle to cover her stones, then be washed and cleaned by year’s monsoon rain, let mother nature care and keep these bones, let motherless...

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The weeds have sheathed the garden from its care as more nails than wood appear of a house lacking adjectives. A sun liberated from scathing entrapment amongst an overburdened forest whose boughs are heavily laden and are unforgivingly denied rest. Dark exacts night's flit to the gloaming of a lightless day and as such ascribe...

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oh! gentle breeze! flow past my fingers to caress the meadow, Wash my fair feet, silver stream as you whisper to the pebbles, watch my face as you float white clouds! high up in the blue, blue sky, smile at me, wave to me, spring flowers, and not mock at my golden hair under my straw hat! I am nature, I am a...

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REQUIEM FOR A MOTHERLESS CHILD Hallelujah….. Hallelujah…..Hallelujah Leaning on the somewhat-padded kneelers is a family lined horizontal to the father. This is as close as they’ve been to each other since the last show was put on. The first act is always the same. Smiling faces, awkward embraces with peace be with you’s. The daughter distracts herself by etching “help,” on the...

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I was buried in a tomb for unknown persons. When I was alive I knew nothing of this life. Now that I'm dead I seem to have acquired it all. My heartless mother abandoned me, unwanted, Left me on the cold stairs of the door of Poor Claire's. The rain fell incessantly and I cried hungry. It was a time when...

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REQUIEM- Nothing moves silence, echos of voices the past awakes! Faces appear then depart! A tear trickles slowly the music plays faintly Emotion erupts again! Regret whispers in pain!...

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In the outskirts, where whispers weave through the wind, there stands a farmhouse, its timbers groaning with secrets, a silhouette etched against the horizon’s fading light. Once, it was alive, pulsing with the beat of day-to-day, but now, it’s shrouded in a cloak of solitude, walls lined with the echoes of laughter long gone, rooms filled with the heavy air of...

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