Underworld Poems - Poems about Underworld

UnderWorld A rainy night. Under a black sky. A mysterious figure from above. She jumped down below. Fangs with blood. Always on the run. With a black silk bodysuit. With 2 guns firing on pursuit. A vampire on the rise. Take out victims by surprise. Always lurking in the dark. Hiding not far. Looking for...

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the underworld rumbles and summons beckoning in groveled whispers with undertones of shady pretenses haunted by gods and demons who brazenly wave their book of souls tormentors do the dirty work in afterlife meanwhile here kings and rulers wealth in pocket pauper in heart build their towers to climb to heaven every last of these towers of babylon will one day come apart at the...

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She had been indoctrinated to believe her country was free But she hit the tripwires, had nowhere to flee She learned the hard way that what she'd been taught were lies from a regime that couldn't be fought. His country was designed free, the constitution shows But there are some paths where nobody goes There is organized crime, and ideologues on...

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HALLS OF AMENTI 2 Doom dark in the Halls of Amenti whole families are dropped down drains covers shut tight no pink flamingos not a single orange tree in sight They grope along hold each other’s fat oozing rats over feet beat noisy fish tank heat some scream where’s hubby cream ! others connect online or via human law to no avail...

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I dread that unseen day, When mortal bounds will fade away, And death's dark veil will lift to show The secrets kept from living eyes. My soul, unmoored, will wander slow. Perhaps in realms of ethereal light, It will drift, a leaf on cosmic winds, Among wonders hidden from our sight, Where spirits roam, or solitude entwines. Free from flesh, my essence will take...

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Euridice, Euridice daughter of mortals, sworn to divine; the bell tolls, the bell rings “I’m sorry, I miss you” Orpheus turns; Euridice. the unmade sheets, dog-eared pages stacked, dishes scattered in the sink sunlight splashes I close my eyes I see the ghost of where you’ve been how long has it been since the summer of your smile, the spring of your voice. twenty...

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Aeneid Book 6: The Descent into the Underworld by Virgil loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch The Sibyl began to speak to Aeneas: “God-blooded Trojan, son of Anchises, descending into the Underworld’s easy since Death’s dark door stands eternally unbarred. But to retrace one’s steps and return to the surface: that’s the conundrum, that’s the catch! Godsons have done it, the chosen few whom welcoming...

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Oh, Lilith, circled by that vicious snake and draped by owl wings as a feathered shawl; hair crowned with spiraled horns for evil sake- of which the snake itself seems to appall. Oh, Lilith, your deep, luminous red eyes instill cold fear while shooting fiery glow- with a blank stare that quickly amplifies cruel dangers brooding- waiting to bestow. Oh, Lilith, your fake...

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Gray, Dismal Rainy days. Then leafless trees, As it gets warmer, All start to sprout new buds. Migratory birds appear. Abandoning the underworld, And the ruler of the dead, Hades, Persephone returns to Demeter. ...

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WHERE THE GARDEN SHINES ABOVE ABOVE GEMS AND GOLD WHERE THE FIRST FAMILY LAUGHS IN GROVES AND MEADOWS WHERE CHRIST, THE WHITE LAMB, FROLICS IN THE GRASS WITH THE FIRST MAN Where the desert darkens below Below rocks and dirt Where the last army laments In caves and wastelands Where Satan, the black wolf, hunts On bare earth with the last man...

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Anubis, his decision, who has admission mummification array, slows rot and decay...

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Wearing nothing but rags We laugh and sail on the seas of the netherworld Without flags With iron nails The lamb laughed on the cross's world Without wails With gaffe Against seas whirled Laugh Some souls laughed at their rags Laughed when they entered heaven's world Laugh Contest: lets Minichu on laughter Poetry Contest Contest sponsor: Mohan Chutani...

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I ran into the house and slammed the door. The tiny stone people are in the garden again! My husband rolled his eyes and headed to the store. He is not fearful of them, he hears not their din. They speak to me, and some of the words are mean. I was horrified to see them in my garden green. They...

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within daisy roots worms in their world space exploration...

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The Underworld There is a path that leads to the bridge. Well, not exactly. It leads under it. Why would anyone want to go that way? You might ask that question. I might dare to answer, but it will be only what I know of... so far. The trail starts up high at the road. It winds...

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