Confessional Published by Members Recently Online Poems
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confessional published by members recently online poems.
Haunted By The Weeds
Haunted by the weeds, dripping,
with the tinctures of life's dry gin
from the nocturnes of my mind
whispering the quill, etching,
memories haunted by the weeds
of sunsets and avenging twilights
in the archives of my epiphany
with the tinctures of life's dry gin
with the tinctures of life's dry gin
from the nocturnes of my mind
whispering the quill, etching,
memories haunted by the weeds
of sunsets and avenging twilights
in the archives of my epiphany
with the tinctures of life's dry gin
#spiritual
#confessional
#philosophical
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Haunted By The Weeds
Haunted by the weeds, dripping,
with the tinctures of life's dry gin
from the nocturnes of my mind
whispering the quill, etching,
memories haunted by the weeds
of sunsets and avenging twilights
in the archives of my epiphany
with the tinctures of life's dry gin
with the tinctures of life's dry gin
from the nocturnes of my mind
whispering the quill, etching,
memories haunted by the weeds
of sunsets and avenging twilights
in the archives of my epiphany
with the tinctures of life's dry gin
#spiritual
#confessional
#philosophical
140 reads
7 Comments
The Poet and The River
From John Clare where the river speaks
Voicing the murmurs of a fearful Styx
Where a soul damned to bear the glooms
Of life's torments and the mortal dooms
I hear your verse, poet of the lonely voice
Solitary drifter, roaming the stark solitude
I hear your lament from the first ever love
The star-crossed lover from the grievous blows
I see the burden weigh heavy on your heart
Like Atlas, carrying the heavens on his back
Forlorn and solely loitering in the vast plains ...
Voicing the murmurs of a fearful Styx
Where a soul damned to bear the glooms
Of life's torments and the mortal dooms
I hear your verse, poet of the lonely voice
Solitary drifter, roaming the stark solitude
I hear your lament from the first ever love
The star-crossed lover from the grievous blows
I see the burden weigh heavy on your heart
Like Atlas, carrying the heavens on his back
Forlorn and solely loitering in the vast plains ...
#gothic
#Fanfiction
#confessional
#mystery
#Romanticism
84 reads
1 Comment
The Poet and The River
From John Clare where the river speaks
Voicing the murmurs of a fearful Styx
Where a soul damned to bear the glooms
Of life's torments and the mortal dooms
I hear your verse, poet of the lonely voice
Solitary drifter, roaming the stark solitude
I hear your lament from the first ever love
The star-crossed lover from the grievous blows
I see the burden weigh heavy on your heart
Like Atlas, carrying the heavens on his back
Forlorn and solely loitering in the vast plains ...
Voicing the murmurs of a fearful Styx
Where a soul damned to bear the glooms
Of life's torments and the mortal dooms
I hear your verse, poet of the lonely voice
Solitary drifter, roaming the stark solitude
I hear your lament from the first ever love
The star-crossed lover from the grievous blows
I see the burden weigh heavy on your heart
Like Atlas, carrying the heavens on his back
Forlorn and solely loitering in the vast plains ...
#gothic
#Fanfiction
#confessional
#mystery
#Romanticism
84 reads
1 Comment
The Poet and The River
From John Clare where the river speaks
Voicing the murmurs of a fearful Styx
Where a soul damned to bear the glooms
Of life's torments and the mortal dooms
I hear your verse, poet of the lonely voice
Solitary drifter, roaming the stark solitude
I hear your lament from the first ever love
The star-crossed lover from the grievous blows
I see the burden weigh heavy on your heart
Like Atlas, carrying the heavens on his back
Forlorn and solely loitering in the vast plains ...
Voicing the murmurs of a fearful Styx
Where a soul damned to bear the glooms
Of life's torments and the mortal dooms
I hear your verse, poet of the lonely voice
Solitary drifter, roaming the stark solitude
I hear your lament from the first ever love
The star-crossed lover from the grievous blows
I see the burden weigh heavy on your heart
Like Atlas, carrying the heavens on his back
Forlorn and solely loitering in the vast plains ...
#gothic
#Fanfiction
#confessional
#mystery
#Romanticism
84 reads
1 Comment
The Poet and The River
From John Clare where the river speaks
Voicing the murmurs of a fearful Styx
Where a soul damned to bear the glooms
Of life's torments and the mortal dooms
I hear your verse, poet of the lonely voice
Solitary drifter, roaming the stark solitude
I hear your lament from the first ever love
The star-crossed lover from the grievous blows
I see the burden weigh heavy on your heart
Like Atlas, carrying the heavens on his back
Forlorn and solely loitering in the vast plains ...
Voicing the murmurs of a fearful Styx
Where a soul damned to bear the glooms
Of life's torments and the mortal dooms
I hear your verse, poet of the lonely voice
Solitary drifter, roaming the stark solitude
I hear your lament from the first ever love
The star-crossed lover from the grievous blows
I see the burden weigh heavy on your heart
Like Atlas, carrying the heavens on his back
Forlorn and solely loitering in the vast plains ...
#gothic
#Fanfiction
#confessional
#mystery
#Romanticism
84 reads
1 Comment
The Poet and The River
From John Clare where the river speaks
Voicing the murmurs of a fearful Styx
Where a soul damned to bear the glooms
Of life's torments and the mortal dooms
I hear your verse, poet of the lonely voice
Solitary drifter, roaming the stark solitude
I hear your lament from the first ever love
The star-crossed lover from the grievous blows
I see the burden weigh heavy on your heart
Like Atlas, carrying the heavens on his back
Forlorn and solely loitering in the vast plains ...
Voicing the murmurs of a fearful Styx
Where a soul damned to bear the glooms
Of life's torments and the mortal dooms
I hear your verse, poet of the lonely voice
Solitary drifter, roaming the stark solitude
I hear your lament from the first ever love
The star-crossed lover from the grievous blows
I see the burden weigh heavy on your heart
Like Atlas, carrying the heavens on his back
Forlorn and solely loitering in the vast plains ...
#gothic
#Fanfiction
#confessional
#mystery
#Romanticism
84 reads
1 Comment
Ale for the Ail
Closing my eyes
as I savor this moment
with big gulps of treasure.
Pretty soon, my mind is buh-bye,
drowning the torment.
Looking forward to the pleasure.
Tilting the bottle
to get those drops of goodness
that I need in my life.
Emotions at full throttle,
I must confess
I am riddled with strife.
Looking for satisfaction
in this cylindrical phenomenon
where my worries are diminished.
I enjoy the distraction.
Yes, I am gone.
I need another; I am not finished.
as I savor this moment
with big gulps of treasure.
Pretty soon, my mind is buh-bye,
drowning the torment.
Looking forward to the pleasure.
Tilting the bottle
to get those drops of goodness
that I need in my life.
Emotions at full throttle,
I must confess
I am riddled with strife.
Looking for satisfaction
in this cylindrical phenomenon
where my worries are diminished.
I enjoy the distraction.
Yes, I am gone.
I need another; I am not finished.
#alcohol
#rhyming
#confessional
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20 Comments
Ale for the Ail
Closing my eyes
as I savor this moment
with big gulps of treasure.
Pretty soon, my mind is buh-bye,
drowning the torment.
Looking forward to the pleasure.
Tilting the bottle
to get those drops of goodness
that I need in my life.
Emotions at full throttle,
I must confess
I am riddled with strife.
Looking for satisfaction
in this cylindrical phenomenon
where my worries are diminished.
I enjoy the distraction.
Yes, I am gone.
I need another; I am not finished.
as I savor this moment
with big gulps of treasure.
Pretty soon, my mind is buh-bye,
drowning the torment.
Looking forward to the pleasure.
Tilting the bottle
to get those drops of goodness
that I need in my life.
Emotions at full throttle,
I must confess
I am riddled with strife.
Looking for satisfaction
in this cylindrical phenomenon
where my worries are diminished.
I enjoy the distraction.
Yes, I am gone.
I need another; I am not finished.
#alcohol
#rhyming
#confessional
30 reads
20 Comments
Ale for the Ail
Closing my eyes
as I savor this moment
with big gulps of treasure.
Pretty soon, my mind is buh-bye,
drowning the torment.
Looking forward to the pleasure.
Tilting the bottle
to get those drops of goodness
that I need in my life.
Emotions at full throttle,
I must confess
I am riddled with strife.
Looking for satisfaction
in this cylindrical phenomenon
where my worries are diminished.
I enjoy the distraction.
Yes, I am gone.
I need another; I am not finished.
as I savor this moment
with big gulps of treasure.
Pretty soon, my mind is buh-bye,
drowning the torment.
Looking forward to the pleasure.
Tilting the bottle
to get those drops of goodness
that I need in my life.
Emotions at full throttle,
I must confess
I am riddled with strife.
Looking for satisfaction
in this cylindrical phenomenon
where my worries are diminished.
I enjoy the distraction.
Yes, I am gone.
I need another; I am not finished.
#alcohol
#rhyming
#confessional
30 reads
20 Comments
Brooding
First day of Spring
Cold
Windy
I’m brooding
Not because I love heat
It’s not that
It’s something else
I could tell you my feelings
Won’t burden you
Darkness consumes me
I welcome the brutal truth
Because truth is rare
I walk lonely, dog by my side
Time is an invoice
You pay or else face the consequences
Cold
Windy
I’m brooding
Not because I love heat
It’s not that
It’s something else
I could tell you my feelings
Won’t burden you
Darkness consumes me
I welcome the brutal truth
Because truth is rare
I walk lonely, dog by my side
Time is an invoice
You pay or else face the consequences
#dark
#confessional
#TruthOfLife #philosophical
#TruthOfLife #philosophical
148 reads
43 Comments
Brooding
First day of Spring
Cold
Windy
I’m brooding
Not because I love heat
It’s not that
It’s something else
I could tell you my feelings
Won’t burden you
Darkness consumes me
I welcome the brutal truth
Because truth is rare
I walk lonely, dog by my side
Time is an invoice
You pay or else face the consequences
Cold
Windy
I’m brooding
Not because I love heat
It’s not that
It’s something else
I could tell you my feelings
Won’t burden you
Darkness consumes me
I welcome the brutal truth
Because truth is rare
I walk lonely, dog by my side
Time is an invoice
You pay or else face the consequences
#dark
#confessional
#TruthOfLife #philosophical
#TruthOfLife #philosophical
148 reads
43 Comments
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