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angst, destiny, introspection, pain, philosophy, poetry, september,
My shadow flirts with the sun
As I caress the darkness
We are one and separate
As my shadow smiles
Anxiety suffocates me
The shadow will soon fade
I shall die
One happy, one not
angst, death, father son,
Shimmering silhouettes haunt.
Shadow stands still,
observing his soul drift towards
the tree of melancholy.
Its morbid image stands silent,
but screams inside the mind.
I could write a million pensive poems,
yet the pen could never express,
how emotions remain unexplained,
because suppressed silent theories
and words left unspoken mean
regretful raindrops fall to the
rhythm of each somber sigh.
Tears create shallow streams,
but still we remain submerged.
Eight years on and I wonder,
if we will stay here forever.
18 November 2018
Leo Larry Amadore
angst, childhood, death, depression, family, father, hope, introspection, life, loss, nostalgia,
Things that seemed poetic were always sad,
though I yearned for sparkle
and my dad's guffaw, which never came.
Familiar things were always drear --
repeated motions in the same old game.
There were only distant glimpses
of budding spring, fleeting views
of daffodils. The strongest
poems dealt me death and dying.
Yet I always hoped, never went under
to gray despair, always dreaming
of a garden of love we could share.
But those forbidden delights faded
quickly away; the only reality
I understand is the ever-looming
and final one. Nothing's changed.
The strongest poems deal death and dying.
allah, angel, angst, bereavement, freedom, funeral,
Translation below (in progress)
Celui qui n'a pas de cœur
Ne doit jamais reposer en paix
He who has no heart
Will never rest in peace
De ma tombe
Mon âme pleure encore rouge
L’encre coule encore
Arrosage des fleurs ci-dessus
Les fleurs, fortes et belles
Elles doivent étouffer vos manières diaboliques
J'étais Charlie, je suis Charlie, Charlie toujours
Dans ma tombe
I was Charlie
In my tomb
my soul still cries red
the ink still flows
Above the flowers grow
the flowers strong and beautiful
they shall choke your evil ways
I was Charlie, I am Charlie, Charlie forever
In my grave
Poet Destroyer A
abuse, anger, angst, death, me,
~he murdered me~
I was only 21 years old
Here I lay, beyond the cold
I granted him, the best of me
Praying for his love endlessly
I never listened to anybody's advice
Only to my husband and his lies
He bore a bad habit of beating me
No matter, his love was all I could see
On my last day, he took me by surprise
Now everyone around me cries
It's too late to tell all my loved ones good-bye
Or, even understand the reason why?
Today I'm in a place where he can't touch me
In a box called a coffin, only I can see
While you stay and rot behind in jail
God did and took me away from your hell
angst, daughter, death, depression, devotion, family, fantasy, imagination, love, mother, sad, dark, dark, rose,
Once bloomed a rose so young and fair
With dark brown eyes and long black hair
Beside her be a tall dark tree
Whose branches stretch to smother thee
Too close beside the shadowy bark
That soon begins to leave its mark
She cries for help, but none shall hear
Her thorns too sharp, who’d dare go near?
To save this rose, who’d risk their life?
With naught to gain but pain and strife
Alone, afraid, she lays to rest
Her heart beats low inside her chest
And with the hour growing near
She sheds her final grieving tear
And so the rose soon falls asunder
Her final day, eternal slumber
She lies beside the old dark tree
The only one who mourns for thee
angst, death, introspection, life,
Light splashes on windowpane…
Leaving nothing behind
No pattern or trace…
If only those tears
Anguishly wept for you…
Upon your deathbed
Had washed away…
Cleansing the pain
That even now abrades my spirit…
angst, conflict, environment, grief, pain, pollution, senses,
The taste spread swiftly
around the room.
They pinpoint the doom.
A little old lady
Who's big on perfume.
absence, addiction, allusion, angst, beauty, grief,
Shadows dance behind her silver eyes
The ghost of her beauty struggling to show
A crimson rose amid the rage of thorns
Seemingly pure like the white of snow
Such a stupor of silence hangs above her
But it loses the battle in her mind
The silver key trembling in her ghostly finger
Attempting to lock up the heart inside
Never meant to be open, delicately curled
Her petals shouldn't seem foreign anymore
So she dances, silencing the screaming thorns
Leaving the key, now crimson, on the floor
angst, childhood, confusion, daughter, loss, mother, sad, me,
To me, she could've said anything
I wanted so badly to hear her say,
"I love you and I'm gonna try."
But all she said is "I just can't stay."
She looked away, I stared her down.
I needed to see her eyes.
She looked at me and that's when I knew...
THIS IS THE DAY MY MOTHER DIES.
She died right there before me.
I watched her fade away.
Her eyes were glossing over
as I begged her "PLEASE, JUST STAY!"
She said goodbye and drove away.
I've learned to deal with loss.
But, now she says "I'm coming back!"
She doesn't know the cost.
To me she's dead, she can't come back.
She'll have to remember the day
that she died right there before me
when she said she couldn't stay.
10th grade, angst, anxiety, death, horror, imagery, war,
I can smell the coppery scent of blood
and the stench of death, excrement and piss.
A soldier lies dead, his face in the mud,
I never believed war would look like this.
My mind’s gone numb, I cannot shed a tear
I can't change reality, so why try.
For there's nothing left within me but fear
the more I live, the more I want to die.
I fear the killing will never be done
God has left my heart, and abandoned me.
For I fight a war that cannot be won
and seen more than I ever wished to see.
War is a putrid expanding abyss
where simply surviving can seem like bliss.
Jan. 1, 2019
War Sonnet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mark Massey
angst, confusion, death, life, sad, people, people,
Who am I and what am I to say?,
All I've got to do is play,
Along in a game I don't understand,
Make people come to my land,
A deal that you don't think about,
Something thats going to start out,
A trend that will last for years,
Making people come to tears,
Arguing points that don't get across,
Having to deal with a great loss,
This is my life and these are my words,
Circling around like I'm in herds,
Playing games with my head,
Maybe I would be better off dead.
Judith Angell Meyer
angst, death, sister,
Her journey begins.
Moving through soft veils and mists,
angst, death, forgiveness, peace, sad, sorry,
Please forgive me
for i know not what i do
angst, death, depression, fear, history, life, loss, nature, people, sad, slam, time, war,
JSLambert Mister ROBOTO
angst, brother, confusion, family, father, forgiveness, friendship, funeral, health, hope, life, loss, lost love, love, religion, sad, social, teen, urban, visionary,
anger, angst, anxiety, confusion, crazy, creation, deep, depression, devotion, drink, emotions, fear, feelings, freedom, goodbye, grief, health, hip hop, how i feel, imagery, journey, loneliness, me, meaningful, mental illness, metaphor, poems, poetry, psychological, rap, recovery from, scary, senses, today,
Impulsive or compulsive
Either way it's not conducive
Living with this disorder
Can't be good for my liver
Obsessions, when do they stop?
Compulsions, when do I stop?
Let me illustrate and reiterate
My demons make me infuriated
To the point, man, I really want to escape this
Live everyday like your last?
These hours go by fast
Trying to obliterate every ounce of the past
Always with the imagery and self coping insanity
That broke me and continues to break me.
Another day, no not another day
I just got out, please let me stay away.
angst, death of a friend,
Squadron leader to his Sergeant.
Another fatality Felicity,
another regimental letter of commiseration,
another space to type in with a name a rank
another space to enter our lives,
on this the darkest of days.
He was my friend Felicity,
an old school chum; we joined up together
for the cause; for dear old Blighty
naively for the thrill.
Here, the earring he wore around his neck
soon to be reunited with the one
his sweetheart holds most dear,
her tatty old airline ticket, also soon to be reunited
with his the one she holds, a memento
of their first meeting on a flight to Paris ‘38’.
Sergeant! Empty your ashtray it’s disgusting.
© Harry J Horsman 2014
anger, angst, dark, death, obituary, pain,
Obama drew his mighty line in the sand
Dare ye not to cross me
Assad replied in kind
Gassing thousands and laughing
A little Syrian boy has drowned
Siblings to weak to cross that mighty line
Salvation was the evasive dream
Father shall never escape the nightmares
adventure, angst, childhood, confusion, fantasy, hope, imagination, mystery, passion, science fiction, sympathy, uplifting, visionary, me, me,
Split apart your ribcage,
Open up the corridor, and let me come in
Uneasiness instantly strikes through me
Let me sway away...
Let me flutter away...
Like a butterfly out of its cocoon
I'm trapped!Let me depart
Split apart your ribcage,
Unwrap me, let me go!
Believe me...reflect on me
Let me sway away...flutter away
Let us both seek the sun,
So we can grow together once more
anger, angst, bereavement, death, death of a friend, funeral, goodbye,
I cannot look I will not look
That’s not you inside
Jaws of life are roaring
Trying to cut you free
Crimson are the car seats
Tears are all I see
I cannot look I will not look
That’s not you inside
That body in the white bed
With tubes all hanging out
We all just stand in horror
While doctors run about
I cannot look, I will not look
That’s not you inside
I’ve already seen the bandage
Wrapped around your head
I will not look inside the box
Now your eternal bed
I can’t look I will not look
That’s not you inside
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
Contest: The Poet III
angst, death, imagination
Eyes wide open no light can I see
Darkness completely enveloping me
Movements constrained unable to rise
Is this a dream have I met my demise
My hands perform limited exploring
Tears flow freely as I begin screaming
My hope of escape begin to plummet
Realizing I’m locked inside a casket
Suddenly I hear a very familiar voice
Be quiet darling this was my only choice
Leaving me alone when I loved you so much
I’d never let another woman feel your touch
Keeping you near under six feet of dirt
Is the only way I could ever find comfort
My life is over, the way I meet my death
Hearing her laughter as I take my last breath
angst, death, war
Grovel for blood, grovel for blood you bastards
Hunger for bodies of innocent children and flee
Amidst webs of mayhem you throw the world asunder
“Zionists we are, all so powerful, all so free!”
And again the injustice of war compels me
To speak in anger and utterly be
I am sorry fellow poets if harshness comes with words
But the news gives me not any joy, not any glee
For the people of Palestine are now in torture
And all I can do is watch Ghaza fall to become debris
Verlena S. Walker
age, angst, bereavement, body, change, crazy, stress,
an older woman and a younger man
are a trix in between
because as his love blooms
he sees himself aging.
penned on august 31, 2014!
angel, angst, bereavement, emotions, faith, feelings,
Sitting on a park bench
I’m drowning in my tears.
My mother has just died
and overwhelmed by grief
I’m near total collapse.
Because I was crying
I didn’t notice her.
Yet she sat beside me
and gently kissed my cheek
saying “go on and cry
“God will not think you’re weak.”
She hugged me tenderly
and my tears slowly ceased.
For this sweet child of six
in all her innocence
took time off from her friends
to bless me with a kiss.
A blessing in itself
her smile brought me comfort.
I don't know who she was
or why she sought me out
but she showed me angels
really do exist.