Skulking Poems - Poems about Skulking

...I always said tether to the void Not any idealistic reason or choice Now suspended I know why I’ve been devoid Because how can one speak with an inside voice Where no one can hear you out......

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...In the tenebrous, xenial realm of the lake, where human cadavers oscillate, suspended by verdigris chains, a lamia of unholy provenance, orchestrates a gambits cavalcade. Each mortal she ensnares,......

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...A creature dwells behind me Always lurking, skulking Robed in shadows, waiting, hovering. At times a ferocity of claws, shrieks - Icy vice like grips plunging through me! Others; a gnawing pois......

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...I wanna trade in my stubby spindleshanks..., (a poor excuse for legs), and get me the latest sophisticated prosthetics advancements, whereat integration of cultured stem cells into custom made......

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...there’s a lady dressed in rags and robes she’s slowly skulking by the stones of names and dates and faded mark as mist and crows guide through the dark she’s looking for her grave a single bel......

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...As The Rising Sun, The Dawn Came In Softly & Slowly; & So Did My Suffering. Maybe Unexplained Or Unexpected Feelings; Which Have Been Ignored; A Sudden Melancholy Skulking In The Silence; Awa......

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...Sassy sobriquets schooled sissy spindleshanks... studious sexagenarian skinny scruffy scribe My utmost humblest apology for inducing the following cerebral calisthenics upon your cranium, but ......

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...When anarchy consumes a barren soul, the hatred overwhelms the beating heart. It sickens minds and steals the body whole then rips the cloth of empathy apart. Existence lies between what evil c......

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...quick sight… caught a creamy, frothy tail skulking behind bins caramel this creeping tod wry trickery, claw prowl and sly, brazen he's getting too brave soon… a knock on the door......

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...Gott, oh mächtig, Trump iz on the warpath again! Glad for birth write to express views aware cunning linguists will apply figurative screws in an effort at blatant mud slinging ruse exercis......

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...i found it skulking in a pile of broken poems it glared at me accusingly as if demanding that i read it the more i read the worse it got i knew what I had to do i had to edit i had to e......

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...aka my uncategorised plethora of poems which are a mix of half formed thoughts, full on effort that missed the marked and quick musings that strangely went down well. Then pondering why I leave t......

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...When I was a child, outside of Christmas, Halloween was my favorite time of year. I loved to make homemade costumes from old rags, to wear trick-or-treating in the neighborhood. And yet, ......

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...I don’t need to be told what I’ve seen whether it’s real or a sinister scheme I need a world where I know the rules which we call wise which we call fools Where the lines in the sand are a lot......

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..."The wind is the pounding of my heart." My scruples join the wind which hammering hard can cause my pulse to race in constant onslaught against the gales of greed and pride caug......

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