Spectre Poems - Poems about Spectre

The Development of Doctor Wolfgang Sinister Story by Stem and Kirch Fortissimo Ensembles of the Powerful Sounds of Musicians (Masters of there Crafts) Professors Pernis Ptilorhynchus and Professor Falco Apivorus Formed the "Minion" a Non for profit charity for the interest of Honey Lovers throughout the world. They often warned people of the differences between honey for people(consumers): honey that's toxic. The Professor warned many people...

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The Spectre of sex appeal by Salvador Dali 1934 On the right-hand bottom side, we see Dalí as a child, dressed as a sailor, observing his monstrosity I misunderstand, tell what is the plan As I change from juvenile into man Her formation intrigues and repulses Instead of control, there are impulses Her head morphs upon a backdrop mountain Sack cloth breasts,...

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Hark… hark… hear my voice, a mere leftover refrain Never can you see me, I’ve no form left to gain Look up… look up… and miss me, resound with the air Don’t take my loss for granted, only spells despair Grief… grief… counts for nothing, on the flip side of love Pinpointing its vector, may bring...

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Knowledge Reasoning Wisdom...

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The root word for religion is not kind – Latin verb that means to tie or to bind – as it tends to play tricks on anyone’s mind. For some, the edicts lash; they mercilessly lash. Inspiration in ash, never reached heights of ash. As I am cocooned in my stoic den, the soothing melodies of the...

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Moon concealed by shadow of Grim Reaper Under guise of the gloomy clouds of storm – Reason enough to stay at home and not Dread the deadly, wary walk at midnight. Eerie noises from the rumbling thunder, Rats scuttling and skittering to find shelter. Intense and impassioned fear crept in as she Neared the steps leading to the tunnel. The tunnel! She...

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The Spectre I saw the spectre cross the hall But when I looked into that space I saw there was nothing there at all. I saw a shadow upon the stair As I stood in...

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Beauty that is mirrored is that beauty? Absent love leads phantom duty My running pen speaks not so bright In its ink hide ghosts by night It’s intimate with willing paper White bond drinks up all black vapor The curves, the contours, strokes—I gape! Appear in spectral words of shape And whisper sounds from verse I fashion But lacking substance, wraith-like passion Attempts the work...

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An Old man Appears as Mischief spectre In abandoned wood house, in full moon night Example For Enchanted House Poetry Contest 5-21-2016...

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October firmly sits awaiting the imminent arrival of Hallows Eve. It creeps ever closer, and so too my ghosts. Skeletons long packed away play percussion solos with my coat hangers. The closed door muffles its cacophony, but soon others may notice the bus for freedom. Pandora’s box has nothing on my closet! Phantom images haunt my sleep. Though once I worshiped you, you never achieved...

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How broken would a sad heart be to know it haunts your dreams Looming like a shadow o'er your new love's fragile growth Would it cry out in despair to hear your thoughts and muffled screams Or calmly pull its dagger out and swiftly kill you both How broken would a sad heart be if trapped inside your head To linger like a candle's scent still...

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Spectre! Spectre! dreadful sight haunting tombs all hallows night my mortal eye fears to see are you in the cemetery? wafting through murky midnight mist 'tween head stones do you twist? in my ear do you bemoan? would you terrorise one alone? and how shocking, how maligned, have you twisted my once sane mind? and when my heart begins to beat will I run on leaden...

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I cannot confess I am looking To climb the sun greased pole Nor do I relish the slippery convex of the world Where I must watch my going up For the sudden coming down. Who is it that remain in our light like a shadow The most certain of uncertain tomorrow? The bottom convex Was no different from the concave space That dirt and...

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four masted schooner eerily drifts on the waves smugglers sip on rum...

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Under centuries of sediment Tramped by stalwart feet And twenty-two layers of blood Laid down like concrete From crunching force ambivalent To this mottled seat Dangles a shepherding spirit Bathed in phantom mist Playing on strings of circumstance When souls coexist With delusional flesh taunting once So violently kissed Until caressed in the nexus, Songs resonating In harmonic tempo profound Patiently waiting For the transitional gauntlet Nature’s creating....

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