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Poem Details | by Connie Marcum Wong |
Categories: allegory, death, dream, flying, freedom, insect,

Freedom

In solitude I dream tonight
And watch a moth in fevered flight.

It’s drawn toward my quaint porch light
And flies consumed with all its might.

Through open window I can see
Its desperation shared with me;

How freedom in this world is light—
And we as souls are drawn to fight.

Though freedom’s light may cause our death,
It’s worth the risk with every breath.

I understand the moth’s sad plight
When drawn to the glorious light.

Though it knows not of human trust,
It buzzes on because it must!

© Connie Marcum Wong



Poem Details | by Connie Marcum Wong |
Categories: allegory, death, emotions,

Senseless

Through the shallows,
Through the depths,
The muck and the mire,
With trembling limbs
I succor the dying,

Strip the layers naked...
A conceit of consciousness
In psychic awareness,
I repute the repudiated
Caught in a self made web
Of hubris, malevolent envy.

Wrath projected...as a
Boomerang, must return.
Ashes back to ashes is
The only transformation
Derived in sustained purgatory.

© Connie Marcum Wong


Poem Details | by Robb A. Kopp |
Categories: allegory, death, inspirational

Ammit

 Big crocodiles lips
Wide hipopotomus hips....
From her paws blood drips

Poem Details | by Sara Kendrick |
Categories: allegory, death, fantasy, imagination, lovesun,

Before The Sun Sets

The sun set with a golden glow the day on which you I met
 On that special  walk in the beautiful  park as the sun set

The sun set a glowing red as I walked with no threat
Amongst the trees of different hues as the sun set

The sun set slowly going down dropping, to it I'm indebt
To enjoying every minute of color as slowly the sun set

The sun set quietly didn't say a word but drew
Others to come in and watch closely as the sun set

The sun sets for you and me my handsome dear
Come close lets get all we can from life before fully the sun sets



Poem Details | by Greg Gaul |
Categories: adventure, allegory, analogy, death, destiny, dream, philosophy,

Droplet

Little droplet
your time is near,
never fear,
be part of it.

Fall into the great ocean
your conscious way,
unconscious stay,
Nature's final notion.

Lean back
let it go,
it happens so,
embrace the black.

Droplet make a tiny splash.
Whisper in your Bardo ear,
till you're no longer here,
and flesh turns to simple ash.

So sleep little droplet,
how sweet the dew.
To love it and live it
and to start anew.

Poem Details | by Robyn Thomas |
Categories: allegory, animal, beauty, betrayal, christian, corruption, creation, environment, grief, murder, nature, tiger, tree, tribute,

The tigress' mark

She prowls the night
with clenched jaw and pride,
nothing able to smite
her remorseless stride.

The ominous reflection of moon 
shines forth from devouring eyes
of a nocturnal beauty spun on the loom
of the Creator's bid and sighs.

Grace moves her every limb
and she precedes an enraged scream
caused by ruins of a forest now grim
and held alive by all but one stream.

Her claws prophesy of vengeance 
though her heart yearns for reconciliation.
Yet now there would be no leniency 
for a soul's annihilation. 

Now on journeys through lush valleys and ashes
she will embark
until all that remains after furious thrashes
will be the tigress' mark.

Poem Details | by Tom Hitt |
Categories: allegory, allusion, death, introspection, life, retirement, words,

So Words Become

So words become; the order of the day
and order of the day becomes
the soldiered meaning of all work and play,
the ever present, beating drums.

Then words become; the lure of the lie
and liars lure every son
with shadows of gold 'til they all but die,
to retire, to be, to be done.

And then, once again; the words become
the order of every day
to sleep, to awake, to be dead and done,
'til all words fly, ever away.
  ~TH~

Poem Details | by Gary Bateman |
Categories: allegory, body, change, death, heaven, imagery, spiritual,

Death

Marks the end of life—
Transformation now begins.
The soul exits the Earth’s plane . . . 
	     A new journey’s underway . . . 
Heaven’s the destination!

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, 
Schoeningen, Germany (November 12, 2014)
(Tanka poetic format)

Poem Details | by Mohammad Yamin |
Categories: allegory, death, loss, lost loveme,

Stars Go To Sleep

Stars! Why be awake with me
Hit the bed and go to sleep
You are not enslaved by agony but free
My bleeding soul’s wounds are deep

Through my open window you peep
With your twinkling searching eyes
Your glow in my gloomy nights creep
With the grace of the fireflies

Someone gifted me sleeplessness
And  rewarded me with anguish
My nights darkness and gloom dress
Like out of water fish I languish

Why be overly worried for me
A day may return my deserted sleep
Setting from the bondage my soul free
When that happens you must not weep.

Stars! I beseech go to sleep!  

 

Poem Details | by Danielle White |
Categories: allegory, childhood, death, nature

Tombstones & Teacups

Death belies the darkness summoned,
tombstone-colored is the sky,
shards of memories merely fragments,
wailing wind the sole reply.

Violent storm winds strip the tree limbs
like a poltergeist, unseen,
tawdry feeders, heavy wind chimes,
beat against the window screens.

Waiting for the glass to shatter,
like so many childhood dreams,
china teacups, rosebud patterned
in the dustpan, unredeemed.


© 2009 Danielle White

Poem Details | by millard lowe |
Categories: allegory, death of a friend, goodbye, grief, imagery, love, metaphor,

Farewell My Friend



In graveyard dreams
tombstones are etched 
with fading memories

Only plastic flowers
are forever—apart from
my undying love…

Farewell, mon amie...

Poem Details | by Samuel Lee |
Categories: abuse, addiction, allegory, death, funny, metaphor, water,

To You, Crocodile

The river dragon of crimson streams
Swiftly swimming to bring my end
As I’m standing alone at the silent shore
The beast from this murk suddenly ascends.
Gripping my face in her flawless jaws
The teeth latched efficiently into flesh
Pulling me quickly into the depths
Dragging me into the shallow grave.
Surrounded in filth, drowning in the banks
The apex predator’s grip never relenting
All I can do is break, bleed and decompose
Hoping for some relief in the pending death.
I find some comfort in this prolonged pain,
Because I haven’t felt a thing in ages.    

Poem Details | by JSLambert Mister ROBOTO |
Categories: allegory, angst, death, dedication, depression, faith, forgiveness, health, introspection, life, loss, lost love, people, philosophy, recovery from..., religion, sad, socialmirror,

Guilty Reflection

Looking dead at me in this smeared mirror...
a lost man
tormented
face red
brittle
and teared

stacking excuses 
the longer I stare
this stress abuses 
my conscience with a glare

a guilty reflection warns
my mind is the prison I fear
as I long to escape 
from the  hell I dwell in
right here

who have I become? 
what have I done right?
crossroads appear suddenly 
as fog fills the mirror tonight

darkness owning the room,
prefers I suffer slow
so I proceed with speed 
because it’s the only way I know

tasteless stories
flood my life’s hard bound chapters 
while this smeared mirror reflects tears
dripping from a face 
which was once filled with laughter. 


Poem Details | by millard lowe |
Categories: allegory, analogy, black african american, eulogy, imagery, inspirational, remembrance day,

Standing At The Mountain

Standing at The Mountain

There stood the great mountain—
A Sisyphean challenge;
A Job’s journey;
A deferred dream’s destiny;
Indeed, a Draconian feat.

But there also stood the dreaming King;
Tutored prodigy of the King of Kings;
With eyes stayed on the prize,
He smiled at death with God sent eyes.

Yes, the King is dead 
But we’re looking ahead!

We are the dream’s vision;
Our children—its reality;
Jacob’s ladder rises before us;
Let’s get to climbing!

“Only the dreamer dies…”

Poem Details | by Elizabeth Smith |
Categories: allegory, animal, bereavement, emotions, pain,

SHOPPING DAY

Shopping day arrives and the shopper 
has in mind
A delicacy called veal she knows she 
will find 
It's in a nicely wrapped pack its contents 
pink
She'll cook it just right with some wine 
to drink
But there's a sad story behind that Plastic 
pack
A baby's calf's body not long ago was on 
a rack
He had cried and cried where did mama 
go
She had never left him alone like this before
Then they led him at last down that scary 
Green Mile
His legs were shaking and he tried hard not 
to defile
He heard the cries from the animals all around
He thought he heard mama as he fell dead on 
the ground

Poem Details | by Rebecca Larkin |
Categories: adventure, allegory, death, education, fear, mystery, words, fire, fire,

Through the fields of Grace

Through the fields of grace,
Set fire to the face
Run away, set the pace

Live with your mind buried in the cries
So wrapped up in your warped lies
Nothing lives anymore; tomorrow everything dies

Slam the door and whisper their fate
Lie some more and open the gate,
The gateway to the hell you promised in frosted words of glorious hate

Lie to them, the ignorant FOOLS!
As they waste away...those useless tools

Slanderous words of false glory
They fail to see the underlying gory-

Deaths covered to hide the shame
That they lied to bring riches and fame

So through the fields of grace,
Set fire to the face
run away....and set, the pace

Poem Details | by Gary Bateman |
Categories: allegory, confidence, identity, integrity, passion, strength, sympathy,

Magnanimous

Magnanimous

Noble character—
With a greatness of spirit!
Never vindictive . . . 
	Generous and forgiving . . . 
High-minded and always just!

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
December 22, 2018 (Tanka)

Poem Details | by Gary Bateman |
Categories: allegory, death, heaven, imagery, metaphor, spiritual, symbolism,

Soul Essence

Soul Essence

Release comes with death.
The mortal host is no more.

A faint and sad cackle is heard,
As all illusions come to an end.

The bare body lies in a stiff repose.
What once was, is now no more.

Tears are shed in a mortal milieu,
As the soul begins its ascension.

The flowers in decoration serve
As a human memory of the past. 

Tender emotions now permeate the air,
As the flowers’ sweet smell is realized.

The moon shines bright in the dark sky,
As the soul now meets its cosmic destiny.

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
March 30, 2018 (Lyric)

Poem Details | by Matthew Anish |
Categories: allegory, imagination, inspirational, life, nature, sun, sympathy,

Sympathy for the Sun

     Just call it sympathy 
for the sun
      As the moon rises
the sun is displaced
      by a cold orb
The day is over and 
our star has done it's job
Call it sympathy 
for the sun
We're moving under 
a full moon
  Bravely it sends down 
it's bright beams to this 
    planet
But for life to prosper 
   we need more light
Night will pass
    We wait for 
the return 
         of the golden orb
   call it sympathy for the sun
     Find that the battle's won
Just call it sympathy for the sun 

Poem Details | by James Horn |
Categories: allegory, analogy, bereavement, sick,

Terrific Tremendious Turbelent Trip Taken Through Time

Terrific Tremendious Turbulent 
Trip Taken Through Time That
Truly Tempted Those Tempered
To Titter Transforming Transparent
Titillating Tenacious Transferred
Trophies Trying Transliterating
Title Transgressing Temptation.

Now you figure it out Contest
with words starting with the
presumable same letter. Ain't
English great.

Jim Horn, Soothsayer 
and also Word Slayer

PS. It sure is sick alright.


Poem Details | by Tony Bush |
Categories: allegory, death, history, loss, people, sad,

Last Grave On The Left

At peace, of life bereft
in the last grave on the left
where wilting weed and musty bloom
cloud the legend on the tomb.
Words in chiselled grey
bear false witness every day;
acid rain a solemn screen
when every night was Halloween.
Thunderous drums roll near,
lightning jagged, forked and clear;
marching men and daily bread
echo sacrosanct and dead.
In plywood boxes my friends sleep
out of mind and buried deep;
pray for me throughout the fall,
the one who never sleeps at all…

Poem Details | by Joe DiMino |
Categories: allegory, analogy, confusion, death, symbolism, write,

A Cat Pursuing Mice

A cat pursuing mice
seems never 
to think twice;
an owl swooping on prey
shows no thought 
of delay--

Then enters man--
expressing volition, 
a higher moral ground
of conscious
contrition--
yet kills for sport
as well as nutrition…

Oh! on occasion
for God
and country….

Poem Details | by Rex Titus |
Categories: allegory, death, love, passion,

Dear Lancelot

You have took what was mine
and to you I feel it fine
for I do not sit and tarry
on the past that makes us werry.

But that lady in whom you trust
may fill you head with hate and lust
So be careful of that Guinevere
It took me only but a year

To find the pain that lies in her
to find the end, you must concur
That in the end I needed her most
but I had to banish her ghost

Now in your days with love
Treat her well and do not shove
So she may treat you well with all her breath
because, I Arthur, proclaim her death.

Poem Details | by James Horn |
Categories: allegory, analogy,

Died Being A Miner and More

Died Being A Miner

Ate great chowder in crowded diner;
Then we had sailed on a lovely liner;
Life would end;
To heaven send;
He did die digging coal being a miner.

Jim Horn


Poem Details | by brittney lopez |
Categories: absence, abuse, addiction, adventure, age, allegory, america, angel, angst, animal, anniversary, april, art, august, autumn, baby, baptism, baseball, basketball, beach, beautiful, beauty, bereavement, best friend, betrayal, bible, bird, birth, birthday, black african american, body, books, boyfriend, car, celebration, childhood, children, city, class, computer, conflict, dad, emotions,

This is me

My knees were the things that 
kept me up and my skin is my 
cutting board my eyes are the 
rain clouds to the fire running 
down my arms and my heart is 
the fire place that keeps me 
burning so calm