Spectres Poems - Poems about Spectres

...Upon a dark and stormy night... as jagged bolts of lightning tore thru the the midnight clear and figuratively ripped the sky to shreds (analogous to jumping Jack flash), and ear splitting thu......

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...Sitting death a corpse of times loss in drips I'll wait, she said in eons voice while zealots rage His source of pride lay as dust once adorned Pendulums swing marking time dresses in rust ......

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...In the old city of St. John's, in the older neighborhoods, there are haunted houses... residences with revenants... apartments with apparitions... even schools with spectres; and there is one ......

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...Creepy crawlies and heebie-jeebies raw ripples on your skin kafkaesque; You peek at that dark monstrosity, cannot tell if it’s a trick or treat; Nerves taunt with chimerical spectres; Weepy ey......

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...Some beings belong neither to society nor to dreams, They belong to an isolated fate, to an unknown hope. Their open acts seem anterior to the first accusations of time and the apathy of the heaven......

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...You don’t have to pitch a tent Nor build a house to stay When thousands of us wander desperate Without a home or place to rest, You own a house with a magic door, That opens at will ......

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... In the narrow margin between life and death, I feel as I'm walking a tightrope - but balancing. I'm a portrayal of metaphors, illuminating like spring's moon, who sunk like winter sunset, but......

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... Like an artists canvas the sunset sky was ablaze in glorious fall colours which complemented the trees in their red, yellow and orange attire. Kayla's eyes drank in natures beautiful scenery. P......

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...From the chartreuse scene to a dusty bronze land. This the sky’s calling for their wings to soar, to disband. The sun is their shadow, they bathe in her honey-stained glory. Under the silence of t......

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...Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner, That's how the song goes. I am proud of this city, And it has been sung about in many a ditty. Each day I get on bus 341, And my journey through history ha......

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...OLD BELFAST No hooters belch and screech in the mornings anymore Industry has disappeared from the City’s working core The Factories have all closed their gates a long, long time ago Now silent......

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...For generations raps, taps and table turnings were the signs of a spirit calling; the ghoul of you trying to deliver a message - to finish unfinished business and sleep an everlasting slumber in......

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...Four Billion years or thereabouts Earth has orbited its appointed place Slowly and surely developing into A safe and hospitable living space What a strange year this has been Year Two Thousan......

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...Dread Night Was a night full of life, Filled with trouble and strife, When a man couldn't even find peace with his wife. With a full moon on high A night full of the cry Of a......

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... "Kaleidoscope" They say another wrote the story, not I. that I, mere I, having little experience, shy and far removed from such an alien world, would not possess the......

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