Short Dirges Poems

mourning bells rung
forlorn dirges sung
  air heavy with grief
  ~ in eternity shines a son...

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sleek sepulchers smile
deceptive dirges die down ---
souls sing solo songs


12 March 2022...

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Moody dirges
Erratic splurges
Neurotic scourges
Tearful purges
Adrenalin surges
Licentious urges...

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Mourning Mankind

Heavenly angels sing harmonious dirges for humanity.

1/26/19      2nd place...

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Molten amber honey drip
'Ris that venom slicks her tongue
Gnashing grin gnaw heaven's grip
Slam damn me with dirges sung...

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starboard saints
rowing ridges over
trembling tides, we're 
brewing boulders topped with
wintery whitecaps
sinking slowly, we whisper
defeated dirges to the
abyssal plains

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Rope - RoseGold




Ropes

Are but Rose gold 

To minds;

Tired and depressed

For with just one knot

It could all go naught 



Then dirges.








GHOPS...

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Crash. 
Pounding. 
I Hit Him,
Sinking nails in. 
His Wails soar Louder.
My Frustrations Leave Me;
For now, I feel Less Alone.
Delightful Dirges always help...
But then my Mom Storms in, Hands on Hips.
"Bethani Dianne, turn that Piano Down!"...

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serenade of depths,
pensive rhapsodies ascend~
seabed's dirges mourn.

echoes of the depths,
sullen seabed mourns the drowned~
dirges for lost souls.

pensive rhapsodies,
seabed's dirges for the drowned~
melancholy depths...

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Sing me no mournful dirges--
No funeral hymns of morbid night.
But sing me anthems of the morning--
Of new beginnings, dawning bright.

Do not rain upon my pageant--
Bring out the rainbow tinted sky.
There’s time enough for dark and dismal,
Let's bask in sunshine, till we die....

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Consuming brain waves from plentiful touch
Exchange of sorrow, mirth, and incredulous dirges
Following the sign of the times
Discourse as it reeks from chest cavities
Angsting bloated bodies barrelled into walking murmur
You sleepy disease fungal fortunes run amiss
Runinous with divisive claims...

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My heart's renderings are shaded
in poetic images and creativity
yet, my mind languishes in the scrub of sad dirges
thus...I am a part-time poet
for the bell tolls not for my words
from thought in celebration
rather it tolls for graffiti I place before the public
I have called poetry

7/6/19
contest Part-Time Poet...

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I have never been afraid of spiders
But I never met one like that
It was hiding in back of our ciders
It came out and scared the cat.

Sure it is large, but that was not the worst part
She has orange eyes, and this is only a start.
She has fur on her legs that plays funeral dirges.
I ran from the cellar, scared out of all of my urges....

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It's a summer morning,
but his face gives an impression
of a winter evening.

Aroma of cappucino and pastries
in the next street doesn't excite 
his taste bud's anticipation.

He walks, looking down,
not noticing his friends
or pretty girls walking past him.

His guitar plays to the fashion of dirges
in the middle of a fun park........

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The famed archer perches on the minaret
While the waxing moon disappears
He studies the dancing silhouettes 
Waiting on the reclusive premier 
The scant light of a torch coyly dances 
And soon the moribund ruler emerges
The bowman knows where his allegiance is
Soon the realm will be singing dirges 

The arrow hits the heart and it is rent apart
And so departs the tyrannical tetrarch...

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The cat shrieks as childhood ghosts alight upon my window,
frame and draw cords rattle in high volume,
sashes split like earthquakes on a seismic fault,
tidal waves of tainted forest leafs a swirling, twirling juggernaut.
Thunderstruck by frozen panic, black night's wild tsunami cloud an ink pot mesh,
funeral dirges whistle,
Chanting misdemeanors at a tremor ridden soul 

Poem Created 23/2/2020...

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In a stolen moment
of solitude I sit
at the base of my
bookshelf and
surrender to swirling
synaptic symphonies of
Solzhenitsyn

In yet another
purloined pause
I pensively peruse
Poe’s pedantically
petrifying ponderings

I desperately desire
a day to dutifully
devour Dickinson’s
dreamy dirges

Alas
my children call
and I must leave
my literary wonderland
all is not lost
for bedtime is near
and Dr. Seuss awaits...

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Valentine! Oh Valentine!
I search for you in the vile valley. 
Vultures wing low, brushing dark clouds.
Life snaps, mowed down at dawn.
Blood courses, cakes in the streets, 
Wafting stench of death and decay.
Consciences are crusted by ceaseless 
Strife that howls dirges over the air. 
The world is agog, celebrating love; 
Yet no graduation, no valedictorian 
In the school of Valentine! 


© 2016
By Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi...

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Dappled Winds

Phantom gliders in the sky rise at day
To rush the firmament on dappled winds,
Heaven’s piebald appaloosas at play,
Brindled tempests ruffle zephyr’s fringes
On stippled flurries in mistral tinges -
Flecks of dirges – the haunting calls of loons –
Laugh with ecstasy at mosaic breeze,
Born from the mottled rainbow’s pure cocoon,
In a dappled dance of impish teases.

2-11-22
Contest: D Forms - Dizain
Sponsor: Constance La France...

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I posed no questions 
before my erroneous conception
I never asked to be or not to be
Serenading deserted streets with dirges 
exploring absence in back alleys
reciting Ophelia’s soliloquy from memory
my words wasted in a world poisoned by apathy 
Wearily I lay myself down 
in the dust of desiccated dreams 
whispering the single syllable 
of your name so sweet 
like black cherry bourbon and chocolate
hoping you might hear me 
amid the din of decadence...

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Winding, shadowy etches
come whispering at my window
Night whispers, the whimper
of the wind
Blow blue - wailing as you go
Crawl inside an empty paper bag
and play me tunes of the moors
Give me lonesome tonight
Hollow dirges tonight
Reality is the whisper of grass
on a back fence, and the crying
of an empty swing
Some shred caught in a car door
struggles to twist free
with a slap and tug and creak
Whisper me lies and benedictions
I cannot bear the truth...

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On these minstrel travels
sanity unravels
while squinting through arrays,
melting from the notion
that love shares brave potion
to set free souls ablaze.

Calliope dirges
punctuate these urges
with each body that drops
along this hallowed ground
on orders from those crowned
lords of enduring props.

Vanquished souls shall arise
to lift lies from the guise
righting flagrant error
since liberty calls out
to shred all sense of doubt:
candor is not terror....

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Follow me to that place
 That place where nightmares never happen
 Because there is no night
 
The place I work in secret
 In quiet
 Honing my skill
 Building monsters
 
Quiet!
 I tell them
 Quiet!
 
When they roar
 I can't hear the music
 And I want to dance
 Dance with damsels and witches
 
Where dragonflies become dragons
 And imagined beasts devour
 Piece by piece
 My peace
 
Where dirges are my lullaby
 And my soul goes for unrest
 The land of my undreams...

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Can you feel the black sand escape
Through the torn stiches of our wounds?
Oh how fragile is the dark!
It fades, oh so innocent, with light's touch
Like a child it seeks refuge.
And still our ghostly arms reach out
To feel, to grasp heaven's light.
So weary our hearts have become
That only doubt remains in our souls.
The day will never accept the night.
Take my hand before tomorrow does.
The grave will pronounce us one 
And the dirges will play 
While the wind carries us away....

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While the sun set 
While at rest, 
the hay is lay, 

Write me beautiful songs  
and poems 
fill my corridors 
with plaudits

While you can, 
knock at my door 
and with me share the 
good news
perhaps, sing them
like lullabies 

While you can 
praise me. praise me. 
for a good work done
before streams of 
eulogies turn into mournful 
dirges

And while there's time 
show me that you care
I will do same,
to you who breath and
water flows 

©Min Smartt & Doris Mawusi...

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