- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Masquerade of war
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O knave, where is thy poesy?
can't you see before you that old time lie,
brought out by denial?
Brooms are for cobwebs
not another fairytale, sending
young men like him
to hell and back of Flanders field.
O flower, flower in the ground
the graveyard, insanity your name.
There should be more than this,
they were killing a forever that
couldn't exist.
Memories remembered,
my sons when does the dying stop?
Life without you is it really over?
A farewell to my soldier, your picture
falling in this trembling twilight.
A man who dreams awhile
remembering you.
Autumn mourning
through my light I hear the rain.
Poetry Survivor
Bonus Round Challenge 2 Masquerade
Cento
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O Knave, Where Is Thy Poesy?-ShyErraticTable
Can't - *Snatch
You See Before You-sex_fiend666
That Old Time Lie-Solar Dragon
Brought Out-thedogman77004
By Denial-PipeDreams
Brooms are for Cobwebs-tungtied2u
Not another fairy tale-angel4u2
Sending-fabmax
Young-ramonathompson
Men Like Him-(no name on this one!)
To Hell and Back-aschen_engel
Of Flanders Field-jthserra
oh flower, flower in the ground-purpleshy
The Graveyard-RhymeFairy
Insanity-principessa07
Your name-polykarp66
There should be more than this-RazzRajen
They were killing-jayce1066
A forever that couldn't exist-CornishBabe
memories remembered-Mordici
My Sons-joeys-game
When does the dying stop-pagan rain
Life With Out You-wildtiger
Is It Really Over-wildtige
A farewell to my soldier-Annora
Your Picture-LadyG
Falling-EmeliaBell
In This Trembling Twilight-abaddonbubbles
A man who dreams a while-Toa_lin
Remembering-Remec
You-champagne1982
Autumn Mourning-nakedangelina
through my light I hear the rain-Senna Jawa
- COMMENTS
GuiltyPleasureabout 15 years agoThis is really lovely Annie. Oh how you have flowered! I knew you were destined for good stuff when I first read your poetry.
Your fan - Tess
