Wraith Poems - Poems about Wraith

I don't choose the muse the muse chooses me but when I need her most then whereabouts is she abandoned and self-mocked not word one could I pen with writer's block my fate cast to the wind but if the wraith had knocked as does opportunity I couldn't tell on the other hand her silence rings a bell so left to my own devices of weft warp and weave forged...

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An imp plied Guinness to a Banshee trick The wraith in anger gave him chase right quick, After her gold he did dig The Leprechaun danced a jig But lost her rich hoard in a Limerick. ...

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The cavern breathes. Its walls slick with time, with damp, with secrets. It has seen centuries of footsteps, but tonight, it watches. Above, the sky stretches wide— galaxies shifting, burning, too far, too indifferent to witness what he has done. She is beneath him. Was beneath him. Her breath stolen, her body cooling, the fight long gone from her limbs. He had taken what he wanted. More than...

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Seems my handwriting will never improve, Yearlong efforts, letters still oblong. Not quite right, but we pretend it’s not all bad, I fixate on each line, a prerequisite approach. So next and then that line and its spacing, proper striving for excellence, sentence, cursed to find some semblance, a distant echo. Earshot. Eardrum. POP! Outward rang disdain, my reality indifferent, Marks resembling a bell...

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Each night, while you lay breathing quietly, I wander like a wraith through empty rooms A phantom in both life and memory, the ghost a long abandoned oath exhumes I hover like a spirit over you each night, while you lay breathing quietly, so desperate to believe what isn't true, I make the best of ambiguity This specter in the mirror isn't me These...

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Hearing noises from outside the house. The wind whistling thru the trees, As they sway in the front yard. The weather alert screaming, Warning us of the dangers, Of Mother Nature being upset, The way we treat her earth. I hear noises against the window, Someone trying to come in. I hear the wind entering the bottom, Of the wind, I see it he's sneaking...

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Walked a wooded trail, suddenly unsure of my surroundings, wondered had I'd become lost.. only a moment disconcerted, as dusk grew nearer. I went over an old river crossed by an even older bridge, there not seen and yet to see a small child oddity. for no town or village folk walked alone on so cold a...

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twilight whispers on the winds of darkness the wraith of my soul listens assonance of this empty house articulates through walls of dreams where desires call out to you i can hear your inaudible voice answering back see you standing in the shadows of time awaiting the hours of destiny to allow you to step forward into the depths of my awaiting arms for now i rest in fragments of hope and wait for my love unknown to arrive...

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Star light why so bright? you're not a star but a satellite You hover around like a drone, but not a drone who is owned I stare up into the dark night, my focus has shifted somethings not right, fuzzy haze in the twilight A hood covers its glowing eyes It hovers in invisible disguise Concentrate not on the orb surrounding it lights...

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have I gone blind to what happens upon rewind no and I have not even lived once like cat to pounce have I forgotten my true strength is in love poems not of the wraith...

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Glittering kindness to all others Is what the world would be if it bothers With all of us in the famous stories written That was you’d think would make us smitten And we have festivals professing this faith To be channelled into peace and not wraith So, sing your carols and your songs It all seems like an illusion now all along. ©...

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Before the dawn whirling in a grim dream, conception of a haunting howling scream, through slivered moon's eclipse casting a gloom. Beasts wandering eyes of red are agleam shadows amble beyond a massive tomb. A wraith in gossamer veils of blackness walks a dark and dismal path of badness stretching its tendrils over the ghost house threshold of cold disembodied madness. Piteous cries of...

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life is the wraith of moments, parallel of things; what if we die in dusts if we travel with souls in airs may black changes to whites? its echoes to the reality oh! my character, my destiny. life is the wraith of moments, parallel of things; tear the dead to the moment of awaken love the sinners to the moment of broken travel with...

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The night it was, when I heard, a tap, tap, tapping on my hovel's door open to find a raven, eyes filled with darkness and spite, when I went to turn on the light, light, a dear friend long departed, darkness is the only memory I have not forgotten now, A world bathed in hideous, inviting darkness surrounds me, any thought of...

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She envied his strength In a heart shredding sandstorm He envied her pain, A fellow chaser of dreams Turned into a desert wraith...

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