Least Read Poems About Curses
#curse
Least read poems about curses. Find an undiscovered masterpiece in the DU Poetry least read poems.
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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Cauldron
these intrusions of wet growth
liable ruddy pineapple spiky
friendly sweetness pouts
lightly wretched from
twilight oh of a
so clear you
belong
you are a pathogen of pyramid
you foreign blink of yelling
a field of artichoke urchin
must purple winery crush
of juicy loneliness
a cauldron of how
of oh oh oh
yellow be
scalding
clover can it love
can it please
proclaim its
mind
october mount october opens
the lids to other
to eccentricity
to...
liable ruddy pineapple spiky
friendly sweetness pouts
lightly wretched from
twilight oh of a
so clear you
belong
you are a pathogen of pyramid
you foreign blink of yelling
a field of artichoke urchin
must purple winery crush
of juicy loneliness
a cauldron of how
of oh oh oh
yellow be
scalding
clover can it love
can it please
proclaim its
mind
october mount october opens
the lids to other
to eccentricity
to...
#lust
#sex
#magic #curse
#magic #curse
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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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Bad End
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#curse
#death
#dystopian
#sacrifice
#temptation
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Mouseman
I went searching for magic today
I packed my bags
And went wandering
Into the dark lonely woods
I hesitated a little
Before entering the leafy other world within
I tried to follow a path
But had to venture into dense underfrowth
And heavy bracken
It took me a while to realise
That it wasn't the heavy foilage that was the problem
It was me!
The moment i entered this wood
A protective spell surrounding this wood
Turned me into a mouse!
I no longer search for magic anymore
As i'm to busy avoiding owls, and witches...
I packed my bags
And went wandering
Into the dark lonely woods
I hesitated a little
Before entering the leafy other world within
I tried to follow a path
But had to venture into dense underfrowth
And heavy bracken
It took me a while to realise
That it wasn't the heavy foilage that was the problem
It was me!
The moment i entered this wood
A protective spell surrounding this wood
Turned me into a mouse!
I no longer search for magic anymore
As i'm to busy avoiding owls, and witches...
#curse
#magic
#surreal #trees
#surreal #trees
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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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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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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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4 Comments
walla between us
Walls Between Us
When I opened the door to my cabin, I was met with a summer kiss by the love that one day would say goodbye
I write haiku and a dotted napkin, waiting for the bill
three glasses of wine and a packet of fags
At the outdoor cafe, I tried to remember many experiences I have had, seen, or read about for an odd
the reason I remember the read better than the lived
this, I think, was when living through high drama
I was usually pissed
At a pavement cafe, I tried to piece together the many threads of my life, if I could tie the...
When I opened the door to my cabin, I was met with a summer kiss by the love that one day would say goodbye
I write haiku and a dotted napkin, waiting for the bill
three glasses of wine and a packet of fags
At the outdoor cafe, I tried to remember many experiences I have had, seen, or read about for an odd
the reason I remember the read better than the lived
this, I think, was when living through high drama
I was usually pissed
At a pavement cafe, I tried to piece together the many threads of my life, if I could tie the...
#astrology
#curse
#karma
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the taste of forever
The taste of forever
Wild oats and thistles covered the track
stinging my legs for punishments
for since forgotten
The misty Dale that makes war look
like a romantic adventure
that separated men from boys until
a wolf howled
Trespasses, are buried under flowers
keep a soldier's last secret,
his name blew away in the wind
The cottage was still there, trees around
had grown, could no longer be seen
from the main road.
the door was rotten but still locked
the window curtain
was made
of spiders web ...
Wild oats and thistles covered the track
stinging my legs for punishments
for since forgotten
The misty Dale that makes war look
like a romantic adventure
that separated men from boys until
a wolf howled
Trespasses, are buried under flowers
keep a soldier's last secret,
his name blew away in the wind
The cottage was still there, trees around
had grown, could no longer be seen
from the main road.
the door was rotten but still locked
the window curtain
was made
of spiders web ...
#atheism
#astrology
#faith
#fate
#curse
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