Poems About Curses Seeking Honest Critique
#curse
Poems about curses seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
Apocalyptic Genesis
In the dim of creation's mournful sigh
As stars retreat from heaven's eye
The watchers stand in spectral line
Bearing the weight of ending time
The firmament bends, the sky is torn
For Genesis lies dead and worn
A warrior clad in shadowed steel
Grips a sword that once could heal
He guards no gate, no light to keep
His purpose lost, his vigil deep
His eyes once fierce now dark and grim
For all is lost that once was him
The herald, silent by his horn
No trumpet calls the new day born
His lips sealed tight, his...
As stars retreat from heaven's eye
The watchers stand in spectral line
Bearing the weight of ending time
The firmament bends, the sky is torn
For Genesis lies dead and worn
A warrior clad in shadowed steel
Grips a sword that once could heal
He guards no gate, no light to keep
His purpose lost, his vigil deep
His eyes once fierce now dark and grim
For all is lost that once was him
The herald, silent by his horn
No trumpet calls the new day born
His lips sealed tight, his...
#apocalypse
#curse
#fate
#mythology
#SixWordStory
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Of The Bowels of the Earth
Beneath the stones where silence keeps
In ancient vaults where daylight sleeps
There stirs a breath, a whispered wail
A shiver cold, a visage pale
The earth doth groan in muffled sighs
As something wakes with hollow eyes
A creeping dread, a blackened tide
That stirs the bones of those who died
It slithers slow through cracks unseen
A shadow cast on shadow's sheen
The touch of night, the cold embrace
Of spectres lost to time and space
Eldritch whispers claw the...
In ancient vaults where daylight sleeps
There stirs a breath, a whispered wail
A shiver cold, a visage pale
The earth doth groan in muffled sighs
As something wakes with hollow eyes
A creeping dread, a blackened tide
That stirs the bones of those who died
It slithers slow through cracks unseen
A shadow cast on shadow's sheen
The touch of night, the cold embrace
Of spectres lost to time and space
Eldritch whispers claw the...
#curse
#dark
#death
#shadows
#silence
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A Steed From Nowhere
The dim yellow light in the kitchen flickers with an erratic and unearthly dance, casting elongated shadows that writhe and twist with unnatural animation. The fire's uncertain glow only deepens the oppressive atmosphere, magnifying the dark, malignant presence that lingers just beyond the threshold of perception. The cigarette smolders in the ashtray, its tendrils of smoke curling upwards as if bearing the heavy weight of the detective’s dread and despair.
The kitchen, once a refuge of warmth and familiarity, now exudes an air of suffocating malevolence. The peeling floral wallpaper,...
The kitchen, once a refuge of warmth and familiarity, now exudes an air of suffocating malevolence. The peeling floral wallpaper,...
#curse
#dark
#magic
#narrative
#shadows
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The day before tomorrow
Another day, another memory.
Bleek, dark and mostly grey.
Probably the same day tomorrow,
The same day as yesterday.
Those days seem colourless and lifeless.
Nothing to look back on.
Nothing too look forward to,
A life on repeat, a lifetime, gone.
This day may be the same as the last.
Tomorrow could be the same as well.
What is the point? I’m counting the hours until midnight.
And when the dawn arrives it is still my barren hell.
Would I dare to call this living?
It may be my existence from yesterday until...
Bleek, dark and mostly grey.
Probably the same day tomorrow,
The same day as yesterday.
Those days seem colourless and lifeless.
Nothing to look back on.
Nothing too look forward to,
A life on repeat, a lifetime, gone.
This day may be the same as the last.
Tomorrow could be the same as well.
What is the point? I’m counting the hours until midnight.
And when the dawn arrives it is still my barren hell.
Would I dare to call this living?
It may be my existence from yesterday until...
#curse
#despair
#emptiness
#hell
#sadness
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Autumn Stones and Bloody Pools
The autumn stones lie cold and strewn
'Neath bloodied pools that blush at moon
Where crimson leaves like whispers fall
And shadows dance 'gainst ancient wall
In pools that catch the twilight’s glow
The blood of rites long lost doth flow
A nameless hymn to gods of yore
To demons' dark, to spirits’ lore
By jagged rocks and sylvan’s end
Where tempests break and branches bend
There lurks the spawn of Namtar's breath
Who weaves his curses strong as death
The night is...
'Neath bloodied pools that blush at moon
Where crimson leaves like whispers fall
And shadows dance 'gainst ancient wall
In pools that catch the twilight’s glow
The blood of rites long lost doth flow
A nameless hymn to gods of yore
To demons' dark, to spirits’ lore
By jagged rocks and sylvan’s end
Where tempests break and branches bend
There lurks the spawn of Namtar's breath
Who weaves his curses strong as death
The night is...
#curse
#devil
#mythology #rhyming
#mythology #rhyming
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Bad End
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#curse
#death
#dystopian
#sacrifice
#temptation
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Draugr
Held tight by midnight's grip
Rotted flesh packs long ships
Coming from where frost bites
Storied bones lost to light
Yggdrasil’s root to Hel’s dark gate
Bound by wyrd, the Norns' cruel fate
Runes adorn the burial stone
Heralding a trove of restless bones
Tattered banners and olden grounds
What lurks beneath the mounds?
Empty eyes devoid of Niflheim’s mist
Jormungandr's venom kissed
Desecrate Asgard's hallowed halls
Death of worlds the gods...
Rotted flesh packs long ships
Coming from where frost bites
Storied bones lost to light
Yggdrasil’s root to Hel’s dark gate
Bound by wyrd, the Norns' cruel fate
Runes adorn the burial stone
Heralding a trove of restless bones
Tattered banners and olden grounds
What lurks beneath the mounds?
Empty eyes devoid of Niflheim’s mist
Jormungandr's venom kissed
Desecrate Asgard's hallowed halls
Death of worlds the gods...
#curse
#magic
#mythology
#narrative
#pagan
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Stardust Serenade
Beneath the cosmic canopy, we sway,
two souls lined in stardust’s gentle waltz.
The constellations hum their ancient lay,
and galaxies, like lovers, share their vaults.
Our hearts, celestial bodies, beat in time,
a rhythm spun from quasars’ fiery glow.
In nebulae, our dreams begin to climb
and meteor flowers trace our whispered flow.
The Milky Way, our ballroom vast and grand,
its spiral arms embrace our fleeting grace.
We pirouette through interstellar sand
leaving comet trails across bed and linen.
And...
two souls lined in stardust’s gentle waltz.
The constellations hum their ancient lay,
and galaxies, like lovers, share their vaults.
Our hearts, celestial bodies, beat in time,
a rhythm spun from quasars’ fiery glow.
In nebulae, our dreams begin to climb
and meteor flowers trace our whispered flow.
The Milky Way, our ballroom vast and grand,
its spiral arms embrace our fleeting grace.
We pirouette through interstellar sand
leaving comet trails across bed and linen.
And...
#curse
#ghosts
#love
#mirror
#sky
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13
In August of 1913 an 18 year old crewman named Nick O' Teen lost his life during a routine water-tight drill on board the King Arthur. He was crushed to death while trying to slip under Door 13 as the hatchway was closing.
#curse
#death
#fiction #satirical
#fiction #satirical
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To Swim In Me
Yours is to frantically tread in the storm of illness you plunged
Yours is to paint waves in hopes that your desperate glaze attracts an indifferent sun
Yours is to dive deep, to seek to cope as you see those who retreated from being mistreated
stunned
Yours is to flock to who and what's shunned
Yours is to provide sometimes sickening funds
when waves wish to crash and rapid water splashes with blood
Yours is to be both life of the sea and it's floor
riddled with mud
Yours is no fun
Yours is...
Yours is to paint waves in hopes that your desperate glaze attracts an indifferent sun
Yours is to dive deep, to seek to cope as you see those who retreated from being mistreated
stunned
Yours is to flock to who and what's shunned
Yours is to provide sometimes sickening funds
when waves wish to crash and rapid water splashes with blood
Yours is to be both life of the sea and it's floor
riddled with mud
Yours is no fun
Yours is...
#curse
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The Schoolboys and the Rastafarian Men (With original Patois quotations)
Two schoolboys, Dan and Josh, attended the Independent City All Age School in St. Catherine. In the evenings, they used to walk through a cane field near the school when they were going home. Many tall coconut trees bordered the cane field. Dan and Josh would cut sugar cane and pick coconuts to eat. In addition to that, they would carry some sugar cane and coconuts home.
The boys had a big problem. They had to pass a construction site on the way home, and some men who worked there would beg them sugar cane and coconuts. If the boys refused to give the men what they asked...
The boys had a big problem. They had to pass a construction site on the way home, and some men who worked there would beg them sugar cane and coconuts. If the boys refused to give the men what they asked...
#men
#school
#curse
#water
#children
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Grow Up !
I DON'T SEE you
i am sure life is always fair
to give happiness or despair
bear in mind as long as you live
that you only get what you give
I have learned to be square
and fair any time any where
if i cheat then i'll surely pay
for my inequity the hard way
and so, i accept the outcome
what betides me is the logic sum
so it is even wisely unfair
when you still even complain
the irony, when the viper bites...
i am sure life is always fair
to give happiness or despair
bear in mind as long as you live
that you only get what you give
I have learned to be square
and fair any time any where
if i cheat then i'll surely pay
for my inequity the hard way
and so, i accept the outcome
what betides me is the logic sum
so it is even wisely unfair
when you still even complain
the irony, when the viper bites...
#curse
#fate
#morality #TruthOfLife
#morality #TruthOfLife
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DU Poetry : Poems About Curses Seeking Honest Critique