Below is a list of all the latest poems for the poetry tag intelligence.
Published on Tue, 27th Jan 2026 at 13:02
All but left is ashamed;
death and all her games
leaves life a cherished play,
in anguish ... yet decayed.
This labyrinth of time
yields plenty to enclasp;
but death and all her games
comes crawling with a tax.
All but left is ashamed;
death and all her
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Published on Tue, 27th Jan 2026 at 00:19
Death is sick; a silhouette sprig of life begets a shield; what more of thee? Drunk on blood, their sins forgiven? ghosts shalt not see the trees. Empty thrones forget the truce; therein lies the innocence of youth. Death is sick; what hand is left to play?
Published on Thu, 9th Oct 2025 at 07:51
She lays in wait, my timid friend,
and sits on a happy end.
Watching, and waiting,
with boundless faith;
will fate bend
to her heart?
this diffident youth prevails
under fallacies of fear;
what remains of me is still unclear,
yet still she waits,
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Published on Sun, 5th Oct 2025 at 23:31
Falling leaves
under a mundane sky;
their time will come again ...
this veil of rain becomes me,
in a maudlin sort of way,
as summer departs in triumph,
with a haven still unknown.
Fallen leaves
under good tidings feet;
their heart prevails again ...
much
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Published on Wed, 20th Aug 2025 at 23:04
Low upon the lake, a docile crescent moon;
abash, yet stolid, and luminous to a fault.
The stars lay silent, affixed upon the sky,
and this thespian claims the night,
as a daughter purloins the south.
What of the black dahlias?
in repose they haunt the fields
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Published on Mon, 23rd Jun 2025 at 22:05
Beloved! manifestations drip
from this weary earnest heart;
as if someone, maybe a lonely rose,
beseeched an early path.
As carnations weep in soil,
the kind I've yet to spoil,
escort me, my sonorous wren,
as I have yet to sale...
Beloved! manifestations
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Published on Wed, 21st May 2025 at 08:50
Love should never speak of time, for eternity is invisible to the blind. Ghastly ghouls may linger in shadows, but the devil may have forgotten their goals?
Published on Thu, 24th Apr 2025 at 01:15
For as I was fearing it,
what's left was done,
and my tenebrous staircase
became unsung.
So lost in fear,
these ubiquitous fires
are felt by beats, in this lonesome heart.
For as I was fearing it,
what came was one,
and my irreligious steps
became
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