Spirits Poems
On A Journey of Guilt
by Ololade Raji
I entered the room for a thousandth time
Is this a syndrome of amnesiac I seldom dreaded?
Yet I never forgot the cause for my wandering tour
But no stealthy feet could have filched a golden watch
A heavenly gift from whom I see no more
Can a crook creep through the cranny of this fortress?
Not found, this abode will whiff a stale stench from same sweet aroma
You will weep as you sweep, as your broom sweeps no room
Call the driver! And that old the gardener is doomed
......
The Duping Moonlight Sheen
by Gulhaider Zaidi
I set out my foot on the untrodden lane,
Which seems to lure me even not knowing my name.
Come here, come here, it reiterates,
I hesitate, but something supernatural seems to captivate.
I crave to be out of this thraldom and be free,
......
Resting Spirits
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
Foggy morning
A tranquil place of peace...
Resting spirits
As the blessed souls increase...
When the clouds begin to soften
Eventually to burn off...
It is when these resting spirits
Quietly commence their journey aloft...
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Resting Spirits
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
Foggy morning
A tranquil place of peace...
Resting spirits
As the blessed souls increase...
When the clouds begin to soften
Eventually to burn off...
It is when these resting spirits
Quietly commence their journey aloft...
......
On A Journey of Guilt
by Ololade Raji
I entered the room for a thousandth time
Is this a syndrome of amnesiac I seldom dreaded?
Yet I never forgot the cause for my wandering tour
But no stealthy feet could have filched a golden watch
A heavenly gift from whom I see no more
Can a crook creep through the cranny of this fortress?
Not found, this abode will whiff a stale stench from same sweet aroma
You will weep as you sweep, as your broom sweeps no room
Call the driver! And that old the gardener is doomed
......
The Duping Moonlight Sheen
by Gulhaider Zaidi
I set out my foot on the untrodden lane,
Which seems to lure me even not knowing my name.
Come here, come here, it reiterates,
I hesitate, but something supernatural seems to captivate.
I crave to be out of this thraldom and be free,
......
