Submissions by FriarAbbot
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Dec 2022 3:24pm
14th Dec 2022 3:24pm
Soul That Never Eats
From the soul that never eats
or picnics in the shadows of death
using a granite stone as a placemat
in dark's eternal sleep
listening to the beast
as silence leaves me screaming
what a wonderful day
to be in the neighborhood
as briars of Lucifer
cause me to weep
from the soul that never eats
or picnics in the shadows of death
using a granite stone as a placemat
in dark's eternal sleep
listening to the beast
as silence leaves me screaming
what a wonderful day
to be in the neighborhood
as briars of Lucifer
cause me to weep
from the soul that never eats
#dark
#WritingPoetry
#philosophical
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DARK POEM
Published
23rd Nov 2022 5:10pm
23rd Nov 2022 5:10pm
Until The Light Comes On
Until the light comes on
feeling the stealth's tow
of a cold widow's cleft
in an empty room
leaving only the skel
of the cicada
suspended by threads
in the tomb's womb
of a thousand embryos
in dark hibernation
until the light comes on
feeling the stealth's tow
feeling the stealth's tow
of a cold widow's cleft
in an empty room
leaving only the skel
of the cicada
suspended by threads
in the tomb's womb
of a thousand embryos
in dark hibernation
until the light comes on
feeling the stealth's tow
#dark
#gothic
411 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
18th Nov 2022 5:43pm
18th Nov 2022 5:43pm
Seeds Of Death's Harvest
Tell me what you are looking for
burning your bridges of nightmares
when you unearth me from the ground
as my pale flesh of pallid green
of my autopsy screams
future seeds of my death's harvest
attached to your umbilical
causing my quivering ache
browsing the devouring hours
with dreams of bloodied entrails
as the early bird gets the worm
burning your bridges of nightmares
when you unearth me from the ground
as my pale flesh of pallid green
of my autopsy screams
future seeds of my death's harvest
attached to your umbilical
causing my quivering ache
browsing the devouring hours
with dreams of bloodied entrails
as the early bird gets the worm
#dark
385 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
11th Nov 2022 3:13pm
11th Nov 2022 3:13pm
No Breath To Wheeze
Amongst the dead sleeping
in death's cold arms
but worms wear socks
as time is unending
eternity is forever
even among the mummers
as the bones grow colder
and the nights grow longer
with no hands to wind the clock
or no breath to wheeze
rattling the night's cough
listing to the widow weeping
in death's cold arms
but worms wear socks
as time is unending
eternity is forever
even among the mummers
as the bones grow colder
and the nights grow longer
with no hands to wind the clock
or no breath to wheeze
rattling the night's cough
listing to the widow weeping
#dark
#death
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Nov 2022 1:54pm
11th Nov 2022 1:54pm
Evermore Forever
Evermore forever the rainbow
no darkness between my feet
only the sun and memories
to rejoice your voice
from crimson fields of your lips
and mascara shade of your smile
beneath the willows
of butterflies dreaming
no darkness between my feet
only the sun and memories
to rejoice your voice
from crimson fields of your lips
and mascara shade of your smile
beneath the willows
of butterflies dreaming
#philosophical
327 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
28th Oct 2022 7:41pm
28th Oct 2022 7:41pm
Waiting On The Watts Line-with Crimsin
#dark
#erotic
#collaboration
298 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
28th Oct 2022 5:07pm
28th Oct 2022 5:07pm
Devil's Potpie
In the distance storms thunder
as imposters speak the tongue
of the dead staining the sane
dripping down the rain
letting the river of blood run
washing my flesh clean
awaiting my fate
reflecting on my eternal wings
as I go fishing in the night
devouring bones at first bite
baiting the scythe with flesh
from the devil's potpie
as imposters speak the tongue
of the dead staining the sane
dripping down the rain
letting the river of blood run
washing my flesh clean
awaiting my fate
reflecting on my eternal wings
as I go fishing in the night
devouring bones at first bite
baiting the scythe with flesh
from the devil's potpie
#dark
205 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
27th Oct 2022 10:19pm
27th Oct 2022 10:19pm
Dark Wings Clutching
With dark wings clutching
a brown paper bag
chugging down Jack
then giving head
with red lips made plump
sucking blood candy
then pulling out my thumb
giving me my yum yum
for my night spree shadow
listening to a dark documentary
with dark wings clutching
a brown paper bag
a brown paper bag
chugging down Jack
then giving head
with red lips made plump
sucking blood candy
then pulling out my thumb
giving me my yum yum
for my night spree shadow
listening to a dark documentary
with dark wings clutching
a brown paper bag
#dark
#erotic
309 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Oct 2022 5:14pm
25th Oct 2022 5:14pm
Kayaking Across The moors
waiting for twilight's revenuers
beneath life's prohibition
with death's 12 gauge shotgun
listening to the still
fetching the mummers keg
burning souls of the enquirers
with barracudas in the font
and I in Jumping Jack suit
to keep the devils away
sipping the whiskey sours
waiting for twilight's revenuers
kayaking across the moors
beneath life's prohibition
with death's 12 gauge shotgun
listening to the still
fetching the mummers keg
burning souls of the enquirers
with barracudas in the font
and I in Jumping Jack suit
to keep the devils away
sipping the whiskey sours
waiting for twilight's revenuers
kayaking across the moors
#philosophical
264 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
24th Oct 2022 4:04pm
24th Oct 2022 4:04pm
Bit Askew
A little bit askew
from the naval
painting soul dark
hanging by umbilical
rocking jambalaya
giving birth to sabbatical
as twilight retreats
from the naval
with a song, Gadzooks!
from the naval
painting soul dark
hanging by umbilical
rocking jambalaya
giving birth to sabbatical
as twilight retreats
from the naval
with a song, Gadzooks!
#philosophical
274 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
23rd Oct 2022 5:58pm
23rd Oct 2022 5:58pm
Like a Kabob
Living is nothing but death
without a grave to swim in
kinda like a kabob
to hold on to
sobriety is a wild card
taken away my ambitions
to sing with crickets
and bow with Beau Jesus
terror is screaming
horror is being scared
six steps downstairs
where worms charm
before the evening of my wake
dipping crackers at my clambake
as brains turn to chowder
with bones in the mascara
without a grave to swim in
kinda like a kabob
to hold on to
sobriety is a wild card
taken away my ambitions
to sing with crickets
and bow with Beau Jesus
terror is screaming
horror is being scared
six steps downstairs
where worms charm
before the evening of my wake
dipping crackers at my clambake
as brains turn to chowder
with bones in the mascara
#dark
215 reads
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