Satyrs Poems - Poems about Satyrs

...Bell re-rung lit bag of dung; no treat, so a smelly trick stomping makes a foot quite slick serves him right the cranky old prick -- Horrid Ghosts shrieking goblins bloody sacks cree......

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... Under the shades Of tall trees and thick grass I wrote a ballad Of two souls falling in love Under any circumstances They chose each other Holding hands taking chances. Two souls singin......

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... Oh muse of mirth, in your spirit, I'll raise my goblet to satyrs students, weaving music to honour Bacchus, so we can rejoice in the virgin dawn of the new sun. Youth is not m......

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...Let us pray with soulful lips from our hearts to the Spirit Divine; Let us pray, and let peaceful solace us refine: a thirsty mind quenched only when remorsefully sipped Christ's sacrament......

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...Outside you just see the marquis, it’s ancient lights all glittery, amidst a city past it’s prime, hallmark of a more genteel time. This was a movie palace once, now mostly stage, theatric fun......

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...Can you envision us lost in a world of ours; paradise built by the Gods just for us two? Would you taste with me a delectable slice of ......

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...I met a man on the road today otherworldly, gamin, fey. A gimlet look in his jaundiced eye, he held my gaze and I questioned why he wandered here, a mendicant man of pleasant demeanour, when,......

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...Crystal country morning, a splash of red barn, just enough for that perfect painting. A festive fairyland where satyrs dance among the wooden-glass spires dotting the land. Did y......

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...Saša Milivojev - BLIND ALLEYS Concrete Glass Rain Gloom All is withered Black birds I’m at the beginning I’m at the end of the alley O, Virgin Please Every verse I will sing Yo......

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... "The Deconstructed Lilith" Decomposing from a past left forgotten and buried under the weakness of the first man banished from Her Forest, She rests, bound i......

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...Oh, The Midnight's Princess is awake! She who brings light: Shining upon the greenery of the forest Penetrating through its coat of darkness That overshadows joy... and let's fear linger She ......

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...The time is always wrong and consciousness is a deformed perception of reality we combine with artificial thought. Prove you're here prove you're there. Truth is everywhere in secret and fabrication......

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...accursed creepily haunting Phantasmagoria wraiths vandalize residents psyches within their sleep induced state Sublimation shunts slumbering souls unknowingly held hostage successfully sacri......

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...whose bliss is this when all ye have tranquility absorbed in meditation as purified drops of water are drawn into a sponge a wild and roving gypsy girl this pagan wench becomes and takes ......

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...Through lands mistral-blown or rife with men’s fights, To seas swollen with sirens and storm clouds, I’ve strayed, a glutton for unwonted s......

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