buried alive

buried alive Poems

1. Love Her And Leave Her 12/25/2015
2. Taking Me Down To Be There With Her 12/28/2015
3. The Girl From Hippie.Com 2/21/2016
4. He Comes For Me 2/23/2017
5. A- Loved To Death 3/19/2017
6. Anatomy Of Adolescent Fantasy 3/24/2017
7. Never Love A Woman Who Writes You A Poem 3/25/2017
8. The Stealer Of My Soul 3/25/2017
9. At Half Past Hell, She Comes.Through My Dreams 1/27/2011
10. Waiting For God To Come 3/27/2011
11. Until Sunrise Never Comes 3/28/2011
12. My Cemetery Days 3/30/2011
13. Dead Lullabies 4/12/2011
14. The Damnation Of My Soul 4/13/2011
15. An Undead Love 4/13/2011
16. God Loved Her Soul 12/23/2015
17. Do You Really Believe? 12/24/2015
18. Suicide Dreamer 12/22/2006
19. Escape From The Bronx 4/2/2017
20. Poetic Stalker 3/28/2017
21. Deep Of The Water 5/9/2011
22. To Liive And Die In The Bronx - The Prequel 12/19/2006
23. Only Tears And Dreams 3/26/2017
24. Sweet Talker 3/26/2017
25. Making The Most Of Your Eternity 3/27/2017
26. Beauty Fades 3/28/2017
27. Dead Memories Never Die 12/20/2006
28. Would You Still Love Me 3/30/2011
29. What Lies Below The Willow 2/11/2011
30. - - - - 12/18/2006
31. Across The Blood Of Time 12/19/2006

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  • Paul Warren Paul Warren (6/3/2017 8:15:00 PM)

    Haven't heard from you for a while. How are you going cobber, things OK.

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Best Poem of buried alive

Across The Blood Of Time

And they've come
and they've gone.
They've lived
and they've died.
by the billions!
that have ever dwelled upon this world.
Fleeting lives
reduced to dust.
and to what end!
what purpose!
Ancient armies
gutted and disembowled upon their swords
Soldiers of world wars,
cleaved by bullets, their brain matter spread across their uniforms like medals.
Human grenades
detonated in explosions of limb and gore!

And God!
a God that promises ever lasting life
with the power to end it all!
but allows this mayhem to continue ...

Read the full of Across The Blood Of Time

Waiting For God To Come

Never shall I wander
beyond these broken meadow stones,

where the rain slips down
in mirrored sheets
upon the marble crypts below,

by the steeple fence! by the wooden gate!
by the bone white withered tomb!

from which I shall never wander,
waiting only
for God to come.

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