Revenants Poems - Poems about Revenants

...You’ve heard of the Flying Dutchman, the ghost-ship that travels the seas, there’s countless legends about it, a great deal of variety. Some say it’s just cursed to wander, a result of some an......Read the rest...

...To Babylon, we came... To watch the rise of Tower The Tower of Cain A fortress of dark n eternal pain Stretching to the vaults of heaven to quite the RAGE of Man to challenge the reign of d......Read the rest...

...In a world which I birthed at the back of my brain it is neither night nor day beginnings and endings blended in a perpetual purgatory of purple citrus sky simultaneously sunrise and twilight no......Read the rest...

...New stars are born from those that die as pearly revenants on high to occupy the vaulted sky stelliferous to earthly eye. When Sun shall lose its healing glow that shines upon our world below ......Read the rest...

...Slaughter amongst the slag heaps Bodies bowed over barb wire Screeching, screaming artillery arching above soon to descend amputating limbs shattering skulls blood and brains splattering stai......Read the rest...

...harsh reality revenants of slavery reminders removed......Read the rest...

...I come accustomed to the Providence The perils that be falling me l I come accustomed to my revenants the reality of the colored used I come accustomed to my liberties Constrained conflicted......Read the rest...

...Like all things related to screwballs and misfits I was born looking for a word inside a clock. Back then, time ticked loudly, clocks ran faster than chipmunks. Young bones were fueled by gr......Read the rest...

...I. Sol stared down the empty trail before him, looking to see what waited in the dim, the Zander Ranch was the place from the note, they’d written of evils born beyond hope. So Sol approached ......Read the rest...

...Wrapped in the aromatic blossoms of a modern-farmed orange orchard, a four-room shack in Visalia, California rises above the hard pan and overgrown rose bushes. The once palatial bell tow......Read the rest...

...Slinger Waiting on the day for the Swallow to transmute the air between this ether and yours patterned after an annual bedsheet and full of a chest swelling with blood and a face ......Read the rest...

...betroth yourselves to old houses of Charlottenburg let yourselves be mollycoddled by the petrified rain king buy yourselves a shiny armour of a former seraphim call yourselves bourgeois, dear......Read the rest...

...Within the pages of a book I find sanctuary, a quiet nook, Where I often retreat and find The kindest heart, the vilest mind. Whenever I just feel like getting away From the rigors of life on ......Read the rest...