Shroud Poems - Poems about Shroud

In midnight's shroud, where shadows writhe, I struggle grasping for someone anything just to get a grip, My head hangs low, beneath sorrow's weight, Tears fall like autumn's rain destroying everything in its wake. The month is cursed, it feels like a darkened tomb, Where shadows once played and a angel was taken to soon. As the memories...

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By Imran Ahmed The Grave Looms Like A Storm On The Horizon Its Darkness Wraps Around Me Like A Heavy Cloak I Think Of It And My Eyes Lose Their Luster As Fear Gnaws At My Soul Like A Starving Beast They Say The Earth Below Is A Hornet’s Nest Where Snakes Lie In Wait And Scorpions Lurk In The Shadows Their...

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If I were to speak, would my words pierce the dense silence that surrounds me like a shroud, Or would they be lost within it like a dream adrift in the morning mist, forgotten and unknown? Not every sound penetrates this stasis, heavy and filled with mysteries hidden in shadow, I watch the crowds pass by me, as...

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A tapestry lightly stitched, a Turin shroud of time. It is a vision of our birth and crucifixion. a Jesus still ascending while travelling our own via Dolorosa. I glimpse of a Christhood rising within both I and you. Now the weave unwinds, threads twist in a rootless wind. Father, a spool of memories is unravelling is it a nativity or an extinction? Linen soaked in...

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Neon glow against a canvas of night, Solitude of a crow Silent conversations Longing hangs the air Coffee cups half-full Silent sips vacant stairs Of quiet despair The night is a shroud ...

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fog and mist shroud the island of my birth ~ a soft cool veil...

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In the velvet shroud of night, where shadows whisper secrets and dreams lie dormant, My thoughts slip through the winding paths of memory and imagination, As I become accustomed to the darkness that envelops me. The deep, inky blackness that once stirred fear now cradles me in its quiet embrace, And I begin to see that the ghosts dwelling...

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Under the velvet shroud of night, when stars begin their ancient dance, I see myself as a colossal fiery comet, a mystic shooting star, A blazing marvel that slices through the melancholic firmament, Everyone pauses, fingers pointing to the sky, whispering in reverence: "Oh, behold! " In this boundless abyss of shadows and endless dreams, I hide within my...

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hov’ring shroud of clouds only God can prune a storm levitate vortex angels release petrichor hanging sheets…mothballing hail ...

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A crimson tide o'er Golgotha ascends No chalice held, a sacrifice. The Holy Week a shroud that slowly rends. Mourning flocks adrift from faith's secure fold. A traitor’s kiss, a friendship bought and sold. Peter's denial, a love that cannot mend. A crown of thorns a cruel and mocking crowd. The weight of sin on Christ Savior, true friend. Through Gethsemane's forsaken shadowed mire. He...

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In the midst of a WISTFUL dream, I wander, WITHDRAWN, it would seem, For the world around me is GRIM, And my mood is MELANCHOLY brimmed. A SHROUD of sadness covers me, As I sink into the depths of my misery, DEPRESSION grips my soul so tight, It makes it hard to see the light. The skies above are GLOOMY grey, Reflecting the FEELINGS...

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I have withdrawn from grim and gloomy feelings. I have no time for wistful faces that plague the day with melancholy conversation and life-sucking sadness. The drama too much to digest and too trivial to express. The shroud of depression envelopes the soul spiraling it toward the depths of psychosis. Discard delusions of undignified and unfounded discontent. Instead, I seek cheerful...

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One Sunday evening I went to a Sandy beach I found a little German shepherd puppy. ...

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Hopeful Sea I have a friend She seems withdrawn Our wistful chat before the dawn Reveals the truth The news is grim It isn't me she loves but him The shroud of night Reveals the day And as my feelings drift away My heart resists The dawn's concession Hopeful sea drowns night depression Still gloomy truth Like storms may shudder With sails revoked, hold fast the rudder Adventure wanes As...

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No matter how bright a star is It becomes futile and useless If it cannot share its glow For bigotry suppresses its flow September 19, 2022...

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