"bloodborne" poems - Hello Poetry

the moonlight is pouring into my room it vanishes—i weep, a bloodborne obsession the moonlight is pouring into my room it bathes me—i weep, cool wind aches my skin— Paradise, 2018

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Sep 5, 2018

Sep 5, 2018 at 5:13 AM UTC

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(8) september

the moonlight is pouring into my room it vanishes—i weep, a bloodborne obsession the moonlight is pouring into my room it bathes me—i weep, cool wind aches my skin— Paradise, 2018

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Cosmic kraken, gelatinous tentacles that choke the ventricles.. air tainted by its pungent pores... daylight darkens, its presence hearkens, for the light to shine no more... Heart is hardened vestigial veins with not blood but pain... wrinkled cartilage writhes at lore.. of the divine despair I now come to bear, graces this unworthy ***** "I beg I pardon! spare me the road to your celestial abode!"... whispered screams that scrape throat raw... silence snares... at my futile affairs... with the sadistic nexus between doors... "Oh I cannot fathom creature with unworldly features... and blade fashioned from nebulous ore... what terrors await... and to permeate.... my flesh forevermore!"

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Mar 3, 2019

Mar 3, 2019 at 11:39 AM UTC

PoeticPerennials

Bloodborne

Cosmic kraken, gelatinous tentacles that choke the ventricles.. air tainted by its pungent pores... daylight darkens, its presence hearkens, for the light to shine no more... Heart is hardened vestigial veins with not blood but pain... wrinkled cartilage writhes at lore.. of the divine despair I now come to bear, graces this unworthy ***** "I beg I pardon! spare me the road to your celestial abode!"... whispered screams that scrape throat raw... silence snares... at my futile affairs... with the sadistic nexus between doors... "Oh I cannot fathom creature with unworldly features... and blade fashioned from nebulous ore... what terrors await... and to permeate.... my flesh forevermore!"

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This diet of dirt erodes my teeth. Perhaps I'm rotting for shock value -- flashes of cameras -- a bloodborne shortcut to heaven. I succumb to death a patriot: red and white and asphyxia blue. (We can't all drown like maidens.) You smile and loosen your grip on my throat to gnaw at and pick the flesh clean off my bones.

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Dec 12, 2017

Dec 12, 2017 at 7:34 PM UTC

nataliestilescarmona

Martyr of the Morgue

This diet of dirt erodes my teeth. Perhaps I'm rotting for shock value -- flashes of cameras -- a bloodborne shortcut to heaven. I succumb to death a patriot: red and white and asphyxia blue. (We can't all drown like maidens.) You smile and loosen your grip on my throat to gnaw at and pick the flesh clean off my bones.

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It's like... yeah! I'm ok! Obviously! As if they expected you to say anything else? Have you tried saying anything else? Good luck with that. Yes darling. I am ok. Everything is fine. No I don't want to talk about my deranged nightmares No it had nothing to do with you Don't be sorry No you can't do anything to help It's not your fault I'm sorry my dreams are too insane for everyone Bloodbath bloodborne star struck endless pits of eternity? Every time your heart stopped in sheer terror? On repeat until you sweat yourself awake? Or wake up in the livingroom?

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Nov 11, 2019

Nov 11, 2019 at 8:13 AM UTC

Govampdar

When people ask if you are ok

It's like... yeah! I'm ok! Obviously! As if they expected you to say anything else? Have you tried saying anything else? Good luck with that. Yes darling. I am ok. Everything is fine. No I don't want to talk about my deranged nightmares No it had nothing to do with you Don't be sorry No you can't do anything to help It's not your fault I'm sorry my dreams are too insane for everyone Bloodbath bloodborne star struck endless pits of eternity? Every time your heart stopped in sheer terror? On repeat until you sweat yourself awake? Or wake up in the livingroom?

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The hooves graced the stage And we artlessly digress Like a bed of scorpions Beneath turned stones Unhinged and entranced By the dance of flesh and bones. Stings tremble with anticipation Cowardly poised to poison Perfecting pretense for defense All scrambling for impunity Among misbegotten virtues And self-serving fidelities. The vassals to a bloodborne crown Trade nations for silken sheets Hoping that the toast of upheaval Could fill the hungry beast But the glass refills another round For a charade of witless relief.

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Feb 28, 2022

Feb 28, 2022 at 9:34 PM UTC

larry-potter

The Elephant In The Room (Part 2)

The hooves graced the stage And we artlessly digress Like a bed of scorpions Beneath turned stones Unhinged and entranced By the dance of flesh and bones. Stings tremble with anticipation Cowardly poised to poison Perfecting pretense for defense All scrambling for impunity Among misbegotten virtues And self-serving fidelities. The vassals to a bloodborne crown Trade nations for silken sheets Hoping that the toast of upheaval Could fill the hungry beast But the glass refills another round For a charade of witless relief.

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