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Poem Details | by Silent One |
Categories: analogy, death, poetry,

In the Silence of Death

Rampant rain is ruining
lushness of my lawn.
Helpless I watch
strands of green drown 
in shallow puddles.

Swamp like state creates
slush and sludge -
I remain stuck in the mud.
Wondering who will care 
for my garden when 
I am no more.

What will become of my roses?
Will my dahlia delight in the sun?
Or will I become a forget me not?

However...

I remain content,
knowing erratic elements,
will never kill my words.
Spiteful winds will return crying
bitter raindrops to my musings.

Then they will disappear,
just like me - just like you.

Yet in the silence of death -
written words will forever remain.

Simple Musing
Silent One
3 November 2019


Poem Details | by Sam Beloved |
Categories: analogy, birth, creation, devotion, earth, flower, nature,

Seasons of Life and Death

Under the care of sun and rain
My leaves have unfurled
My buds have burst forth
My own will has been done
This was my beginning
Through the seasons
Spring brought me to life
Summer grew me to new heights
The fall must come sometime
The frost will encase my barbs
And I will return to meditation
Waiting patiently for my rebirth
For your light to peek through clouds
Your moon to hold me within night
When spring returns...
I will dance in the wind
A never ending flower

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 Gene Bourne |
Categories: analogy, animal, autumn, bird, death, earth, emotions,

Haiku 5


In its final soar 
Finds the limb it learned to fly 
Lands, to fly no more 


Gene Bourne
06-08-14




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Poem Details | by White Wolf |
Categories: analogy, death, life, metaphor, philosophy, sad, symbolism,

Lunar Eclipse

Raven Blue twilight, Existence epitomized, Formless shadows lurk.
8~June~2017

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 White Wolf |
Categories: analogy, death, life,

Death's Protest:

I have come for you in times of the past, Never have I revealed my face to you, And still, the next time will not be the last, For man does not live only once it's true. So why fear me of all there is to fear? Do I not alleviate those from pain? And yet for me, no one does shed a tear, When after all from life I do not gain. Learn you shall that I am life's true ally, As the leaves fall from thy tree, it is me They seek for their refuge, still as they lie Quivering not from my grasp, they are free. For I am both the sunset and sunrise, Existing in all things, countless my skies.

Poem Details | by White Wolf |
Categories: analogy, bird, death,

The Lady and the Wren:

With a flower in her hand, She strolled on by, Smiling at a wren, Who asked her why? Her world slipping fast, Still, she stopped to reply, "Come here a little closer" So no one else could hear. "I have lost my family, And all that I hold dear." So he pondered for a moment, Then flew off in fear. She thought that was rude of him, Then gave it no second thought, While approaching a willow grove, She thought she saw him fly by. As she entered through the trees, Her eyes flew open wide, There he was with a hundred more, To welcome her to their sky.

Poem Details | by White Wolf |
Categories: analogy, death, life,

Raised Sword:

Expressions so deep that I feel within, Has made me realize, it's time to begin. Thoughts so tender and abrupt as well, Exuberant so few that I just can't tell. Capturing the essence of what it is to be, Learning to be gentle and living so free. The virtues of many will always fall, As the foundations fail the Almighty shall call. Reminiscing, of course, is good for awhile, But not all memories are replaced by a smile. And find one day you may just succeed, To live your life with little to need. For time is a luxury that no one can afford, Death is always approaching with his raised sword.

Poem Details | by Jerry T Curtis |
Categories: analogy, celebration, christmas, eulogy, metaphor, satire, symbolism,

Chistmas Little

In a little public park
In the little town of Small
There's a little village square
Large enough to hold them all

And they meet there once each year
As they make their little plans 
To take a little bit of time ,
And do as little as they can

So they'll give it little thought
And then say a little prayer
Soon, in a little while
Very little of them cared

Then they give a little greeting
Unwrap a little gift
And do a little eating 
To receive a little lift

When they feel a little better
Lying in their little beds
They'll be dreaming very little
In their very little heads






Poem Details | by Berteena Harmony Of The Soul |
Categories: analogy, death, grief, heartbroken, memorial, sorrow, sympathy,

Torn Seams

Carrying the weight of loss...

After all these years,
I still have unanswered questions
ripping me apart.

Trying to repair
an unraveling life.

I don’t know how
to sew, not like you.
 
Needle in the eye,
tears in my pocket.

Stitches rubbing together
break me in two
and I don’t know
what to do.

Turning myself 
inside out over
losing you.

Time cannot heal torn seams.


Poem Details | by James Edward Lee Sr. |
Categories: analogy, appreciation, bereavement, caregiving, celebration, inspirational,

NIGHT SHOES--

Mama and them, took us aside When we cried She wiped our eyes She grandma and Auntie Bathed and feed us Took us to church learnt us bout' JESUS And when it was time for bed We kids would put on pyjamas and them night shoes ~ NIGHT SHOES We won't need in glory On them heavenly golden grounds NIGHT SHOES Worn in the daylight Shines in steps of grace When grandpa died grandma said he paid his dues Ole granny told the mortician, sir, please dress him in them old Night Shoes
5/18/19 NIGHT SHOES Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Anthony Slausin 1 st place Winner

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 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 Trevor McLeod |
Categories: absence, abuse, addiction, analogy, angst, bereavement, fear,

The Man Who Went Offline

It wasn't hard to turn it off.
I felt like I was free.
Until I started missing life
connected virtually.

The world was now inside of me
and I was now it's slave.
Where fear of stepping out to be
was more than I could brave.

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 Gregory R Barden |
Categories: analogy, death, spiritual,

life's last abyss

"Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave Gently they go, the                        beautiful, the tender, the kind" - Edna St. Vincent Millay


soft
ripples
spread gently ...
death's frail surface
trembles with our grief
as each soul we cherish
plunges the gossamer veil ...
the warm arms of peaceful release
await there 'midst the tender darkness
to hold them close in their boundless dreaming.


Written and submitted on May 21, 2020
For the "Etheree" Poetry Contest
Dear Heart, Sponsor.

( Syllables = 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, counted at HowManySyllables.com )


Poem Details | by James Edward Lee Sr. |
Categories: analogy, appreciation, bereavement, celebration, encouraging, endurance, inspirational,

i died-you cried- HE CALLED ME HOME--

Don’t mourn for me, In turn be brief this cold dead dark body not really me; I may never, ever see you again; Once upon a time ago you were my dearest friend; And now the torched has past; My Lord and Savior grasp… He’s called me home… He’s calling me home; Home is the place again; Where He originally created me, out of clay man; I died You cried You looked I smiled Home back to heaven; Earth will be my memory; I died You cried You looked I smiled 6/25/19 Written by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019 Written for project North Omaha Writer’s Group assignment 2019©

Poem Details | by David Smith |
Categories: addiction, analogy, assonance, bereavement, betrayal, blue, hope,

Beyond understanding why

Why are we sanitising gambling, 
Why are we legitimising gangs,
Why are we legalising harmful drugs,
Why are we marginalising so many,
Why are we maximising profits,
Why are we criticising anybody and everybody.

Could we not do more prophesying instead.
Could we not do more minimising instead.
Could we not do more exercising instead.
Could we not do more rationalising instead.
And turn everything on its head.

Poem Details | by James Edward Lee Sr. |
Categories: analogy, beautiful, bereavement, birth, encouraging, image, inspirational,

Silent Spirit Soul Surrenders Soars to Heaven-

Discerning knowing ongoing boring destitute high-minded absolute confined it in resolve End bizarre I close my open eyes to see the inside of me as I am relieved of my spirit my soul surrenders and I fly like a dove toward the skies I'm enhanced I am no longer in a trance not Beyond belonging to myself I take on a second breath not I relinquish I passed the test I am solemn
3/14/20 written words by James Edward Lee Sr

Poem Details | by Uwe Stroh |
Categories: abuse, analogy, anger, angst, anxiety, death, life,

Suicide Bomber

Wrong place wrong time
big crowd in the market square
demonstrators milling
heavy atmosphere
tourists exit coach
I kind of see a flash
feel a thud
am covered in
the blood of a child
suicide bomber
mixed with flesh and blood 
of fifty others
as I stumble to my feet
and much later
I wonder what must the
suicide bomber feel
when they detonate
the explosion tears
them apart so fast
yet in that instant
when your body mass explodes
you must feel just
some of that
utter violence.

Poem Details | by Zara Bosman |
Categories: age, analogy, anger, beautiful, bereavement, eulogy, grandmother,

Lemon Mouth

Removed for publication


Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: allegory, analogy, beautiful, heaven, imagery, sad,

Death of Desire

Yesterday is tomorrow
Today the solace
Rebirth
Another grey moment of nothingness
Everlasting anguish
Birds chant in quiet acquiescence
They have faith in tomorrows wind
I have faith only in burnt drawings
They hold the secrets to nowhere
Ashes to the wind
My hopes to the sea
Drowning will be
Such a pleasure




Where please tell, was the treasure?
X=Love Y= is the question
The island flies away with the birds
Equations no longer balance
Armies of emptiness have conquered
All

Poem Details | by Uwe Stroh |
Categories: age, analogy, art, beauty, bereavement, birth, death,

Country Cemetery

It is the way the light
Filters through the gum trees
The way the rows of graves
Reflect a certain reverence
The way the crosses
Cast a shadow
The way the magpies
Drink from the puddles
In those shadows
The way people dress
Formally and respectful
The way young children
Restlessly wrestle with
The somber atmosphere
The way we reflect on
A life that might have been
The way the pastor
Shoes the friendly flies
That makes it what it is. 

In the soft wind
And the cool breeze
Our prayers rise up
To resonate eternally
And life goes on
As we walk stronger
Into the future
Of whatever comes our way.

Poem Details | by May Fenn |
Categories: analogy, courage, death, grief, imagery, military, patriotic,

Blood red

Poppies great beauty
Brave men dying for duty
Each nourish the earth.