#deadpoet
I had a dream of you and I,
layin' on a dead poet's tomb
playing our song, watchin' the stars
and wishing one would fall into us.
Feb 27, 2021
Feb 27, 2021 at 5:07 AM UTC
Her life is pen
It proceeds swiftly without pause option
once marked , ever permanent
No one can erase
Time flirted , she is no more ordinary girl
Now she dreams poetry in colour
Grasps world in the words
Secrets maunder in heart
Inky thoughts void through fingers
She picked up heart , throw in the sheet
Everything whisper ****** darkness
She fetched happiness in loneliness
Cause she met death before
Gardening a grave with passion
Her search rattles like a pill in bottle
Her wrist drowns in blood of killed poems
Her heart beats just for her darkest desire
A name - " A dead poet "
Jan 6, 2018
Jan 6, 2018 at 8:35 AM UTC
Die fame, tarnish money, blaze glory,
No parting marble obelisk is sought,
Rests simple man, with un-convoluted story,
No ceremony filled with black, just thought,
If one endowes glad tears or crescent lips,
In journey towards a favoured ancient land,
On thoughts sunk deep and ever sharpened quips,
There, scatter wildflowers with my mind in hand.
Oct 12, 2017
Oct 12, 2017 at 1:47 PM UTC
When poets die
It's sad and true,
It matters not
What their bodies do,
The spirit flies
To Poet's Corner,
In Westminster Abbey.
You'll not see
Busts or inscriptions
For all the poets
Whose spirits linger
Alongside Chaucer, Browning, Spencer,
And a myriad of authors.
Dead Poet you have earned your share;
Dead Poet I will know you're there,
Composing in the Laureate's lair.
Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 12:33 PM UTC
Deep in the obis of a poet,
There's a playlist,
Called "Dead Poets"
It's where the songs of their lives
Live. Filled with death, despair,
Haunted memories.
Where no one dares to tread.
Once that poet has gone,
On their own terms,
They search through the poet's
Obis, they find a letter in the notes.
It reads "Love,
I must leave you here alone.
I am sorry that I have forsaken you.
In the depths of the Obis you will find
The playlist I lived by.
Under the name of Dead Poets.
There you will find,
The reason I had to leave you behind
- Your Dead Poet"
They searched the obis,
They found the playlist
In the first words of the songs read
"You Could Have
Foreseen
This"
Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 7:14 PM UTC
DEAD POETS HONOR.;
- I PROMISE TO SPEAK OUT OF TURN
- I WILL LET MY COMPASSION GET IN THE WAY OF MY OTHERWISE ACTIONS
-I WILL NOT BE AFRAID OF MY OWN VOICE
-I WILL SEIZE THE DAY
-I PROMISE TO INSPIRE, TO CRY, AND LET WORDS SEEP FROM MY EVERY PORE
i shall not break this vow of commitment to my club so help me, poet, my peers shall dig the dirt from atop my head and sacrifice me to society's whims.
i am a dead poet and this is my honor.
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 12:09 AM UTC