Here I am compiling all my wackiest to saddest poems in one big bundle. It's updated very often, so keep your eye out for another addition, and enjoy!
~E.M. Flood
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Soused in respite, in the lingering merit of your presence. A euphoric interlude— before the bind of strife; vanguard of the mind. Firmament incarnadine, my eyes aligns to the display of contact, to messages. A standstill to my peril— a call to lull.
A longing for elision, rid division, I’ll fight the gales blown out from the lungs of God, I’ll traverse lands forged by His hands, to come to you, and I know, I know it's true— that our bond knows no yonder. I see our minds, gravitas of uttered words, the sentience in records.
You stem the flows— the militia of shadows, who has cowered, fleeting at the sight of you. I'm basked in light, in the glory you incite. Prune the snagging thorns, refuge adorns, loyalty has been woven into a wreath. You will never walk alone for faith has sown.
You quell the acrimony, stand tall and free— a poet's muse, a wanderer's wonderland, more dear than gold, clot to the cold. As we both trek life’s long road, recall this ode, recall the verse, in your days of weal or woe. I only long We'll both hold strong.
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