Shrouds Poems - Poems about Shrouds

"A crimson sky breaks the distant shore," beaming an omen from the opened draw. Highlighting a warning to fear, abhor? Or perchance, a delight joyously to adore? Which way do I look and when, for this brainstorming. To read the sky bathed in crimson blood swarming? Looking left at dawn, I get a warning, yawning! Looking right at dusk, I get delight,...

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I sat in restless chairs I breathed stilted air what feeling compares with feeling squandered? I’m not sadfishing, I was bored in a 5-star hotel. I’d swum the Atlantic - in the underground pool and I felt like I was marinating in boredom. It was as if the loudest thing in our suite was the sound of my eyelashes flapping up and down. I wasn’t...

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Crimson leaves flutter with every brisk breeze, sending cerise ripples through the treetops. And as the Autumn winds tickle the trees, sunburned farmers start harvesting their crops. A scarlet sun bleeds onto carmine clouds, inking colors that adhere to Night's brush. And Dusk's magenta and rose-tinted shrouds conceal Sol's death in a vermillion blush. When Nature's pallet imbues Autumn’s art, cinnabar collects on the...

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Dawn pierces the ebony heart of night, spilling blood onto alabaster clouds. As scarlet skies absorb the morning light, Dawn pierces the ebony heart of night; and dark shadows slowly slink out of sight. The horizon wrapped in misty pink shrouds, Dawn pierces the ebony heart of night; spilling blood onto alabaster clouds. Dawn pierces the ebony heart of night as scarlet skies...

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The moon was obscured by a swirl of shrouds Witches and goblins were laughing out loud Lest you think Halloween Or that Lilith's now Queen It was merely a parade of proud shrouds...

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I want to be shaded, from the weathers blight, Protected from The wind and lightning’s flight, I want to be, lodged and screened from the sea, Blanketed by an azure sky, within the Valley’s lea. And having wandered, to this place, I don’t want to hustle, I don’t want to chase. My only desire, is just to be, Left in thoughtful reverie. There...

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Cloaked In Deceit And Hidden In Darkened Shrouds I am done with giving to those that deceive casting pearls to those that do not believe. Why join with pretenders seeking a gold crown when all they desire is to take you down? Poetry is not game that some make it to be not the glory of look all, how pretty...

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When silence shrouds, he's consumed Consumed by the nothingness that is everything The nothingness that is everywhere Escape: futile. He resists, but his resistance is minute. Such strife in his thoughts Such angst in his mind. When he needs them, 'They' seem aloof? When he needs them, 'They' disappear? He feels 'They' don't understand He feels 'They' won't understand. Rift, distance confects Confects between...

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Writing slowly… Hesitating…pondering…typing… Typing full-speed happily… Biting my lips, Leaving bite marks Aim at being good at what you do Well, I’m good at loving you Loving you is not easy though I must go with the flow Understand that God is there For you and I Through thick and thin – no lie! Lonely days are over Put you faith in Him, So that our light...

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Come out of the black hole… Lie face down on the bed…I’ve been bedshaped all night long Heaviness of my eyelids takes it toll on me Fly…fly with your top speed…keep your head Above the surface and take a sip of ecstasy You’re my only hope You’re my answers to my countless prayers Please don’t mope… Shrouds of light will polish...

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Shrouds of mist did cloak the day. Whispering winds with list did play. Upon the graves of human minds shrouds of mist were left behind..... Well-wrought webs of darkness dim vibrant thoughts held within. The minds of humans do decay as shrouds of mist on sorrow play. Shrouds of mist did cloak the day as waves of senses swept away and all of those who...

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A winter shrouds the spring of ours – the ruthless snowstorm starts to whirl, the snowy mantle lies around us and Boreas will gloss it well. I wanna warm days – when a brook in gaiety will join a stream, when trees under the sunny look will lushly blossom out in leaf. Like dripping water falling down will ever live...

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