Expressionist
From Poem "Seele Des Lebens" By Georg Trakl] Verfall, Der Weich Das Laub Umdüstert, Es Wohnt Im Wald Sein Weites Schweigen. Bald Scheint Ein Dorf Sich Geisterhaft Zu Neigen. Der Schwester Mund In Schwarzen Zweigen Flüstert.
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Jun 21, 2026
It Flows Through Earth Like Blood In Our Veins. Raging Forward With Coldness Inside. Through The Harshness Of A Winterworld. It Sends The Loneliness By Our Side. The Invisible Bringer Of Bitterness. As Lakes Iced Over It Howls Through The Night. Spiralling, Turning And Swirling Around. The Breath Of Our World On Unstoppable Flight. Raging Forward With Darkness Inside. It Also Sends Freedom By Our Side. Creating The Impenetrably Cope But Gives Motion For Our Sails Of Hope. The Wind Captures The Feelings Inside. Blizzards Torture With Merciless Bites. The Raging Air Stings When We Breathe. Unleashed Storm Evokes Sorrow And Grief. The Forests Are Cloaked In A Coating Of Snow. Also A Shadow Rose Around The Soul. When We Pulse Is Only A Weak And Slow Call. The Wind Has Given Beauty At All. The Wind Freezes Tears To Spikes. From Water To Ice To Dew Of Our Eyes. A Captured Moment, A Picture Of Pain. Expressions For A Little More Time Regained. The Wind Captures The Feelings Inside. Blizzards Torture With Merciless Bites. The Raging Air Stings When We Breathe. Unleashed Storm Evokes Sorrow And Grief.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
There Is A Willow Grows Aslant A Brook, That Shows His Hoar Leaves In The Glassy Stream There With Fantastic Garlands Did She Come Of Crow-Flowers Nettles, Daisies, And Long Purples That Liberal Shepherds Give A Grosser Name, But Our Cold Maids Do Dead Men's Fingers Call Them That Liberal Shepherds Give A Grosser Name, But Our Cold Maids Do Dead Men's Fingers Call Them There On The Pendent Boughs Her Coronet Weeds Clambering To Hang, An Envious Sliver Broke When Down Her Weedy Trophies And Herself Fell In The Weeping Brook, Her Clothes Spread Wide; And, Mermaid-Like, Awhile They Bore Her Up Which Time She Chanted Snatches Of Old Tunes As One Incapable Of Her Own Distress Or Like A Creature Native And Indued Unto That Element; But Long It Could Not Be Till That Her Garments, Heavy With Their Drink. Ophelia! Ophelia! Ophelia! Ophelia!
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
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