By PrairiePoems on June 24, 2009
Then the little dog looked up at me- And his eyes were soft and dim…. “And did he remember Annabel Lee? “And did she remember him?” There is no song so dear to me- Till lifes last tale is told- and over her tomb, the silver moon Turns all her beams, to gold! Was there [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories | Tagged Angel, Angels, Beautiful, dream, dreams, eyes, girl, Gold, Haunt, Haunted, lies, Life, lonely, Moon, Moonlight, Sea, sin, spring, Tree, Trees
By PrairiePoems on June 24, 2009
Someday, you will read Edgar Allan Poe’s, “Annable Lee” as I did long ago. For many and many a year ago- In a kingdom, by the sea…… A lonely poet wrote a song, And called it “Annabel Lee”……. They call him “The-Haunted-Poet” now…. “And the stars were as bright as her eyes!” And the valley [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories | Tagged Beautiful, dream, dreams, eyes, girl, Gold, Haunt, Haunted, lies, Life, lonely, Moon, Moonlight, Sea, sin, spring, Tree, Trees
By PrairiePoems on June 17, 2009
“It was many and many a year ago….. In a Kingdom By The Sea!” These words bring back the long ago- And the days of “Annabel Lee”! Then the little dog looks up at me- And his eyes are soft and dim- “And did He remember “Annabel Lee?” “And did she remember him?” There is [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories | Tagged Beautiful, dream, dreams, eyes, girl, Gold, Haunt, Haunted, Lad, lies, Life, Moon, Moonlight, Sea, sin, spring, Tree, Trees
By paisley on May 8, 2008
they used to keep them here you know the criminally insane locked away in thickly padded rooms thorazine flooded veins.. cold blooded killers, for the most part truly societies bane predators at heart,, feeding sick minds staving off their pain.. the ones that perished within these walls denied admittance to the next plane walk the [...]
Posted in Ghosts | Tagged blood, Champagne, cold, Flood, Full Moon, Haunt, Haunted, heart, horror, Lain, Moon, night, pain, paisley, Rain, Veins
By White Rose on May 3, 2008
Black eyes gaze from faded photographs… Music of the Romany Danced in between, Languid women, Bodies like Melted butter, Sipping their Fin a’ l’eau Their laughter, The rustling Of dead leaves And dark men Flashing smiles Hair slicked, With the faint Scent of Patchouli The air dense With the smoke Of Clove cigarettes It was [...]
| Tagged Ash, Butt, Cafe, Cigarette, dark, eyes, ghosts, Ghosts, Haunted, Laugh, Laughter, love, Music, Romany, smile, Smiles
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