"orcus" poems - Hello Poetry

Bellicose angels chanter,"Never Was and never more," upon The totian breeze with clarity of peace; A peregrine requitement of Effulgent obsequies, tempered With melancholy tortuously Fetching lost codices whilst Careening stars-of-Bethlehem Nonchalantly whithersoever, A parable of presence A dirge paramount; perdurable To the transcription of the Orderliness Of Orcus'- unabridged, The final heavenly sonnet. ELEETE J MUIR.

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Aug 20, 2013

Aug 20, 2013 at 8:31 AM UTC

eleete-j-muir

The Last Breath.

Bellicose angels chanter,"Never Was and never more," upon The totian breeze with clarity of peace; A peregrine requitement of Effulgent obsequies, tempered With melancholy tortuously Fetching lost codices whilst Careening stars-of-Bethlehem Nonchalantly whithersoever, A parable of presence A dirge paramount; perdurable To the transcription of the Orderliness Of Orcus'- unabridged, The final heavenly sonnet. ELEETE J MUIR.

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No crocus' will bloom at the bed of this hill as Orcus attends the open chest, spilled into a lake that drowns these broken oaths. Along with the words pronounced the most in pages of prose spoke in endeavor. Like the perpetual lie, "I'll love you forever."

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Jul 9, 2011

Jul 9, 2011 at 12:43 PM UTC

ben-gillespie

for the King of the Sceptics, in the land of Cynics.

No crocus' will bloom at the bed of this hill as Orcus attends the open chest, spilled into a lake that drowns these broken oaths. Along with the words pronounced the most in pages of prose spoke in endeavor. Like the perpetual lie, "I'll love you forever."

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i often think of death at the hands of Galileo a cluster of galaxies pouring through his fingernails and weaving his way like a silk ribbon in the midst of a cotton dress camouflage designed to keep you hidden from the enemy across the cliff but you can't hide from the other side because the other side is inside of you and they have their weapons pointed directly at your weak chains a galaxy formed inside of you a white dwarf star that collects energy over decades pressed together into mere seconds and it spills over the edges like spilt wine on linen sheets i've thought of death at countless midnights in the middle of hallways in your arms swaddled in the equivalent of a human burrito at the mere peek of your face out of the corner of my eye in a place where there is no forgiveness they always directed me to one place it was a safe haven of sorts they took a mirage of an ocean far away and on bad days, implanted in the comfort of your solitude on most days, i fought silently and alone on bad days, i fought against something vicious but alone i've thought of killing myself countless times but the fools hope always brought me back and i learned to bury my anxieties so only my most trusted comrades knew the different between a shaky 'I'm fine' and a shakier 'just tired' it was like a ticket stub, for a movie that wasn't even all that great but you went anyway because you wanted a distraction and i would rather be dead-alive than alive-dead

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Jan 22, 2014

Jan 22, 2014 at 11:40 AM UTC

zachary-3

Orcus

i often think of death at the hands of Galileo a cluster of galaxies pouring through his fingernails and weaving his way like a silk ribbon in the midst of a cotton dress camouflage designed to keep you hidden from the enemy across the cliff but you can't hide from the other side because the other side is inside of you and they have their weapons pointed directly at your weak chains a galaxy formed inside of you a white dwarf star that collects energy over decades pressed together into mere seconds and it spills over the edges like spilt wine on linen sheets i've thought of death at countless midnights in the middle of hallways in your arms swaddled in the equivalent of a human burrito at the mere peek of your face out of the corner of my eye in a place where there is no forgiveness they always directed me to one place it was a safe haven of sorts they took a mirage of an ocean far away and on bad days, implanted in the comfort of your solitude on most days, i fought silently and alone on bad days, i fought against something vicious but alone i've thought of killing myself countless times but the fools hope always brought me back and i learned to bury my anxieties so only my most trusted comrades knew the different between a shaky 'I'm fine' and a shakier 'just tired' it was like a ticket stub, for a movie that wasn't even all that great but you went anyway because you wanted a distraction and i would rather be dead-alive than alive-dead

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Upon the seat of wealth they sit mocking our dignity with the sceptre we put in their hands. They are elites of society, men of caliber, true sons of Orcus. Descending upon us like the morning dew carrying the newness of dawn, On oath, they promised Canaan, Dazzling us with subtilties till blindly we crowned this sons of Orcus sovereign. Woe! Trust is Achilles heel! Canaan is a daydream! Reality is betrayal! Reality is famine! Reality is drought! Reality is pestilence! This sons of Orcus have loosened a pale horse upon us! The bravery of our youths has made them martyrs! Our future has bitten the dust! Reality has commanded survival! Survival has demanded self-love! Self-love has forbiden Ubuntu!

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Jan 1, 2021

Jan 1, 2021 at 3:56 AM UTC

chukwuebuka-hiram

PIE IN THE SKY

Upon the seat of wealth they sit mocking our dignity with the sceptre we put in their hands. They are elites of society, men of caliber, true sons of Orcus. Descending upon us like the morning dew carrying the newness of dawn, On oath, they promised Canaan, Dazzling us with subtilties till blindly we crowned this sons of Orcus sovereign. Woe! Trust is Achilles heel! Canaan is a daydream! Reality is betrayal! Reality is famine! Reality is drought! Reality is pestilence! This sons of Orcus have loosened a pale horse upon us! The bravery of our youths has made them martyrs! Our future has bitten the dust! Reality has commanded survival! Survival has demanded self-love! Self-love has forbiden Ubuntu!

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