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 a valley of singing trees?
And a kingdom by [...]
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 they left, on that faroff day….
STILL….UNDER….THE….MOONLIGHT….LIES!
THERE IS [...]
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 no song so dear to me-
Till lifes last [...]
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 halls, of a full moon
it has become their domain..
they have [...]
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 their cafรฉ,
A chimera for
The disenchanted
The last haven
Of hope for the
Forgotten ones
Rating 3.00 out of 5
| Tagged Ash, Butt, Cafe, Cigarette, dark, eyes, ghosts, Ghosts, Haunted, Laugh, Laughter, love, Music, Romany, smile, Smiles
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