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A Whisper of Blue
A Poem by
Dale Pavolko
We say goodbye as the wild earth cries and I lament how the death of love so becomes you I cry out your name Yet Through the long night comes..
Menacing Grey
A Poem by
Dale Pavolko
Breathe the chunky air Fill your tattered lungs With peppered red Watch as gloom gathers day and light fades away A single ray of blue on grey..
Ectophile
A Poem by
Dale Pavolko
I hear insane whales sing of death in dirges. It reminds me of my ghostly urges. It is fundamental and some would say it's just wrong. I love th..
One if by verse two if by dream
A Poem by
Dale Pavolko
The declivity of time declines into Stygian deeps but this depth is no deeper than my dismal mood. Misery drinks the sun dry and I? I seek surceas..
The dead will soon rise!
A Poem by
Dale Pavolko
The dead will soon rise, so swallow goodbyes they walk alone under thunderous skies. Silvered with mist from graveyards they’re bound th..
Temple W****s gone Wild
A Poem by
Dale Pavolko
The moon is a guillotine that severs stars from the sky. Time stumbles along dragging an axe to the end of days. The black forest of love is a..
Just Bend to the Trend
A Poem by
Dale Pavolko
The moon was feeling mean. The big bad wolfhad a bad dream.The sky could not take the glare.There was thunder in the air.The land was full of rockstha..
Deathmetalyshrieking
A Poem by
Dale Pavolko
The mountain wears down in tribute to metal. Voices pierce the howl loud shroud R.I.P the clouds and rain down blood. Stricken stuck ..
Odium
A Poem by
Dale Pavolko
My muse of swamps and black valleys have you deserted me for ghettos and back alleys? I have suffered your exorcism and like a blood addicted mend..
At The Edge of Eye
A Poem by
Dale Pavolko
I would have thought her eyes chips of ice were they naught so green a hue. Instead I am sure a snow clad Spruce will suffice, for their color must..
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