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Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: art, death, drink, lonely, philosophy, suicide, wine,

There Lies Art

The easel beholds a half finishing painting
The paints beside have all hardened
Pain reflected in the partial emptiness
Staring back at that gathered crowd

The sun melts on the canvas page
Creation explained in elapsed rage
Notions and pleas from dried paintbrushes
Strewn across the almost barren floor

One to the other in whispered voice
I wonder if this would have been his choice?
Empty wine bottles twirling in light
Beside the dead body, a painting just right

There lies Art
In repose
His final painting
His last prose


Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: angel, art, beauty, death, depression, loneliness, romantic,

The Cemetery Was

The cemetery was
Before my very eyes, stillness
Autumn leaves a blanket on the dead

The cemetery was
There, as it always was there
From childhood till now

The cemetery was
For me, my escape, comfort and refuge
Among the strangers and the dead

The cemetery was
My pathway to the heavens
The gateway to my dreams

The cemetery was
Until that one fateful day
My sanctuary

The bullet wasn’t even meant for you my love
You are dead none the less, beneath me
I, who weeps at your grave, lifeless too

Now the cemetery is my hell
Tormented by what ifs
I breathe the autumn frost only

That one day
Our daughter will become
You

Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: art, death,

The Long Sleep

Bent forward on his wooden chair,
inside his shack, with not a care,
he sits where fast to sleep he fell.
The old man’s sleeping long and well.

Companions waiting to be fed
or have their master pat their head,
wait at  his feet, but they can tell
the old man’s sleeping long and well.

One spotted mutt with doggie grace
extends a tongue to lick the face
of him whose form is but a shell. . .
The old man’s sleeping long and well.

Bent forward on his wooden chair,
the old man’s sleeping long and well. 


A Kyrielle Sonnet for the Briton Riviere Poery Contest
Link for the painting: http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Riviere_Briton_The_Long_Sleep.jpg

Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: art, death, gothic, introspection, lost love, love hurts, romance,

Repose

Alone
Under stone
The road ends here
Grave of bones

I reached out to caress
The past, and her sweet heart so blessed
Tears water down flowers, that one day shall wilt
For even they, gave up on loves bloom

I have been devoid of heart long ago
Dead to the living
Living for the dead
Love does that, so do not dread

She, who stole the essence of me,
Where ever she shall be buried
My bones may lie over yonder
My heart lies heavy, with the phantom of she

The past burying all, to the one and last
Says I
Alone under grey washed gravestone
At long last

Père Lachaise


Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: art, death, funeral, introspection, poems, remember, sad,

One Thousand Goodbyes

One Thousand Goodbyes

Years ago
a stranger became a friend
with little time left
she let me into her reflections
her child and husband dead
tragedy would strike again
her time on earth 
would expire soon
her empty heart to be filled
in the heavens
she showed and told
her last wishes to me
a thousand poems
she wanted to leave behind
I think she made it
I never found out
angels stole her

On this somber Sunday
another one left this earth
some might even say St Patrick
I can make only a simple claim
a thousand poems I have written
to honor those
with more charity than I
Hazza
who will remember us all?
when we too one day shall die

Poem Details | by Jacob Reinhardt |
Categories: abuse, age, art, business, career, change, class, color, computer, conflict, death, depression, devotion, flower, green, happiness, introspection, irony, jobs, language, loneliness, lonely, longing, metaphor, nature, pain, philosophy, political, poverty, self, simile, slavery, social, society, spiritual, stress, technology, time, today, together, truth, urban, visionary, wisdom, work, world,

The Color Missing

The Color Missing
Red, black, and blue are the colors of our work pens. Red is the color of the blood we spill on other people’s mistakes.  Blue is the color of the songs we sing on tax forms or pay stubs- every page has a secret melody. Black is the color of the streets we fear most. Black is the color of our signature of approval. Black is the color of our death.

‘But what about the Green pens?’ I ask. They say ‘the ink is too hard to see.’


Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: art, bereavement, death, longing, magic,

Mega Death

All my friends have..... gone
Underground ....... they rest at my bare feet
Leaves blowing sequestered on this barren earth
Grey skies melodies of wistful sad notes
Lovers too... have died on me
.....underground they lie
The heart is a terrible cavern of loss
Alone, I amble to and fro
Knowing full well
I too have died
Infinite is
Death
My judgment soon to arrive ............underground

Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: allusion, art, child abuse, death, inspirational, philosophy,

The Red Balloon

The little girl
set free the red balloon
it flew over a certain death
free from the pain
of auction
the little girl
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Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: art, bereavement, imagery, introspection, lost, philosophy,

Face

I walk through the life of silent dreams
A museum of sorts
I passed by my reflection
Not a mirror in site
I was horrified
As I stared into my face
No, no, I could not
My eyes could not view such horrors
Shut tight for fear of light
The journey was long ago
Where emotions floated or not
The soul fell into the sea

I belong to no one
Thus they say I am free

I belong no where
Thus I am in a prison

I float inside a bottle
Like a goldfish in bowl
Waiting to be painted

Knowing too well
The drawing will never be done

The wilted rose shall weep
One more time

For the face no one shall seek
Incomplete

Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: angst, art, death, fantasy, gothic, introspection, psychological,

I Have to Kill Him

Seek and Destroy


He mocks me
The last laugh shall belong to me
The clown will die a horrible death
Silence of the lambs no more

Seeking solace I take hold
Of the evils ones thoughts
Growing old
I shall take my revenge till the end

He shall taunt me no more
I have planned his murder of gore
Blood shall surely flow
He shall regret ever knowing the likes of me

It is all about me, me, stop taunting me
Head in hands screams from another dark land
I can’t take it any more
Smashing my hammer, bang bang bang

The mirror exists no longer
He is gone

Poem Details | by Katrina Salem |
Categories: adventure, art, confusion, daughter, dedication, devotion, fantasy, funny, growing up, happiness, hope, imagination, inspirational, life, love, mystery, nature, on work and working, on writing and words, passion, peace, romance, social, sympathy, teen, thank you, time, travel, tribute, uplifting, visionary, words,

Enigma's Calling

Extraordinary, I am 
Craving for unusual thoughts
Endless exploration without boundary
Understanding  the gift I shouldn't fought
 
Invisible drawings in my mind
Playing with the words in my head
My passion
The food of my soul
 
I feel so lucky
The random thoughts
A lifetime companion
A self esteem builder
A goal planner
Be my forever life saver
 
I write more
I talk less
I want to please
I chose to bore
 
What tickles me the most
Is to know what I'm for
Thinking is my love
When  my mind goes empty
That's when I hate
 
My day dreaming lust
Organizing things in my mind
Playing roles of simulation
Where images of art is my vision
And words of attitude is my heart

Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: angst, art, french, grave, holocaust, murder, remember,

Blanc comme la neige

White like the snow

Ice stiffened limbs
Reaching out
No saviors about

Snow flakes in the wind
I reached and reached and reached
Towards deaths cold hands

Never to see her again
I looked down
Wine of bloods holocaust

Flowing from my hands
Unto the devils abode
Whitest of Pyrenees days

I died beside her departure
Railroad tracks empty
Bloodless heart
Ashes black
Butterfly born

Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: anxiety, art, deep, fear, funeral, introspection, philosophy,

Lady in White

All of my life
Seeking passions love
The one who was just right
Alone, it seems

Unappealing or just fright?
In solitude I would walk
The hazy path of lovers forlorn
Burying thoughts as I myself, I scorned

Love was a mist
It was there and it was not
In clouds, I was lost in loves knots
Ropes and chains, fleeing such pains

Love though has found me
She is of stone yet with a caress
An angel overlooking me
As they put me to rest

White satin coffin
Cold winter air
My angel at last
Loving with such care

Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: art, death, drink, evil, funeral, scary,

BILL CLINTON

Never hid in Jefferson Airplane
Never beat his wife
Never wept on the floor of jail
Never drank his life away
Never ranted on soldiers grave
Never changed his name
Never came back from the dead

Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: art, death, funeral, introspection, loss, philosophy,

Funeral

She sleeps forever I sleep funeral day she shall be buried in earth I , buried in wine one day flowers I will lay at her graveside Never the less consumption will not redress the naked truth two died that day

Poem Details | by Sandy Ivy D |
Categories: art, death, nature,

Vultures

Vultures -----

-----------passing over dying shadows

nothing to feast on

the wind came and carried them away



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SandyIvy

Poem Details | by Pauly Plaster J.R. |
Categories: art, death, evil,

Repugnant Shrapnel

The flood of human remains plummeting downwards. Horizon blackened, jolted from the sky. Towering waves of obscure aftermath swarm to the heavens. With a slight endeavor, kingdoms turn to squander. 
Ravaging paths meet and become hordes of ailment. God’s hand has erected the retched bowels of man’s mass burials.
An avalanche of skulls,
Rain down the exhumed past of lost ancestry. Prophecies fulfilled to our graves of dispersed dead.

Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: anxiety, art, death, introspection, philosophy, poetry,

Draft

This you see is a draft
Minds little notes of lines and verse
In dribs and drabs
In prose, I stab and stab

Repeating oft said words
Expressions rehashed to be reheard
Yearning only for that one to see
This my attempt at being me

The ebb and flow of a sadness boat
Feeble attempts to keep afloat
Yet drowning in words it seems to be
Prose no longer setting me free

Learning more and knowing less
Wise words not heeded at best
For lingering in the dampness there
Is death, burning slow with its evil stare

Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: anxiety, art, autumn, confusion, death, depression, introspection,

Dead End Street

Walking in circles Of depression Silence the ever present killer On the cul du sac Of life
Inspired by the Rat Pack

Poem Details | by Wyatt Loethen |
Categories: art, confusion, death, depression, fear, imagination, life, music, nostalgia, sad, me,

The Escapist's Plea,

I dont know where i'm going anymore hard to tell who you are when the indiffrency has settled in cold, empty, barren will i ever find a way? Help me find a way out of this sorrow filled cage My soul singed with everyday Reality so hard to face I need to find a way to escape Only if i could just fly a way I try to stay sane But i fell under the september rain A repuiem for the reality That i never wish to see Help me find a way out of this sorrow filled cage My soul singed with everyday Reality so hard to face I need to find a way to escape Only if i could just fly a way I need a way to escape, Only if I could just fly away

Poem Details | by Lin Lane |
Categories: death, heart,

Death is a Work of Art

Three pummels to the chest
abusive words wound the heart
slashes though sutured,  never heal
daggers thrown without a second thought

Arrows fly to their target
three aimed to pierce the heart
a struggle that is far beyond measure
what pain do you feel; what tears you apart

What weapons do you use
when you strike a fragile heart
life lies in danger at the hands of men
three strokes of a brush, death is a work of art

Poem Details | by Christian Head |
Categories: art, death, devotion, hope, life, love, passion, upliftinglove,

Thy Divine Mercy

Thou art merciful
in so that you doust
the flames of loathsome torment
that grows in thy heart
Being this said be mine
be mine and we will dispel
winters veiling gaze of discontentment
we are masters of stars 
envied by lordships and peasants alike
fatal star destined lovers 
brought forth to the world
from the loins of two foes
but destined to love till death
consumes us like a veil
while we sleep away the rest of our eternal
lives we wait to be reborn to love again

Poem Details | by Jason Crump |
Categories: art, confusion, death, lost love, love, me, smile,

You

As I wake every morning to the sound of no you
My heart falls away.
I need you in my arms
My life
My soul has no reason to stay
Youll never know how much I love you
Youll never see your place in my heart
Youve touch me like only angel could
This is not your fault
I still dream about you every day
and wish to have you in the worst way
But we are so far apart.
So as I lie down tonight I think only of you
Your smile and your love
has made me a foul.

Your smile has made me.

You

Poem Details | by Truman Walls |
Categories: adventure, angst, art, confusion, death, life,

Mistake

I’m six feet below the ground; where I sleep
My body stopped moving and I can’t breathe
A little air, I think, is all I need
But I’m trapped underground and I can’t see
It’s so dark and what was that, did someone knock?
No, just someone walking over this place that I rot
I wish I could scream, I wish somebody would talk to me
Was it a mistake to take my life of disbelief?
I just wanted someone to take away the monotony
All the darkness in my life I thought everything was a lie
I tried to show someone how I felt inside
And then I ended it...well at least I tried
But even in death, I just wish I would die…

Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: art, bereavement, dark, death, memory, sorrow, symbolism,

Yet A Spark In This Lost Soul Still Ignites

Yet A Spark In This Lost Soul Still Ignites

Cast into barren deserts of sorrow
no real joy and no hope for tomorrow
In burning darkness and hot blasting sand
endless sad tunes from destiny's band.

Nights are so cold and without future plans
sorrow's furnace blows its misery fans
Death, your deep, clawed grasp has taken this soul
I, walking shadow, now with no life goal.

Every new dawn, hot sun bakes and defeats
this tired old beating heart with thirst it treats
Hours pass as years, I find no real relief 
from deepest caverns of this epic grief.

Yet a spark in this lost soul still ignites
faith in my mind, I shall win future fights.

 7-21-2017