She is an empty star in silence;
The halo of likeness is dying in despair;
Three tears of crying and she loves with love not there;
She is useless in her didactic longings;
It is the gold that laces untaken eternity;
She drifts into her longings as if - an empty book;
Without the burning lust to burn her souls fraility;
A sullen show of tears she has given;
She dies with tears for thoughts;
A naked in the blanket of night never;
Never - the want of love still, but;
The gold is filling in her geography in her reckless rain;
In the shift of smoking light;
A great goddess, swimming in.
copyrighted 2010
Showing posts with label Death Poem by Laverne Pacquire. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Death Poem by Laverne Pacquire. Show all posts
Friday, April 2, 2010
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Death
Pebblestone and rose
Washed with curves
Against the wind wood its way
Its length before its tincture
Calm and could be
To keep such things within
Here lay still
Oh earth to break and conquer
So sour the gone under
Splendid with the dead and afraid
Shaken from a body
Darkness, spite fear
After all that you want to die
A natural death
To go out like a candle
Copyrighted 2009
Washed with curves
Against the wind wood its way
Its length before its tincture
Calm and could be
To keep such things within
Here lay still
Oh earth to break and conquer
So sour the gone under
Splendid with the dead and afraid
Shaken from a body
Darkness, spite fear
After all that you want to die
A natural death
To go out like a candle
Copyrighted 2009
Monday, November 23, 2009
Ghostly Goblin
If inspired by: a ghostly death dear
Into a dropping execution of a curtain
A face against the shouting air
In the law of music
There is a decaying friend within the girth of glass
Velvet (consider dread)
Nothing more than the long run of weird wind
Its breathless hysterics an orchestra
A band of a thousand insects whose melody flies
A day, everyday (see mad) (see raving)
As ghost so free to haunt goodness
It claws, it tilts, it turns against me
Dark passes, dark passes, I unfold like ink
These are my stained hands
The dark inside of me
How my throat lifts
With lungs lifting up (see loudness)
Inspired by: a ghostly death dear
Copyrighted 2009
Into a dropping execution of a curtain
A face against the shouting air
In the law of music
There is a decaying friend within the girth of glass
Velvet (consider dread)
Nothing more than the long run of weird wind
Its breathless hysterics an orchestra
A band of a thousand insects whose melody flies
A day, everyday (see mad) (see raving)
As ghost so free to haunt goodness
It claws, it tilts, it turns against me
Dark passes, dark passes, I unfold like ink
These are my stained hands
The dark inside of me
How my throat lifts
With lungs lifting up (see loudness)
Inspired by: a ghostly death dear
Copyrighted 2009
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