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Poem Details | by
Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
body, grief, pain,
When pain hits hard, you might feel like your soul
is bleeding out, but there’s no blood to see.
Your body is the part that takes the toll,
and physically you feel agony.
Perhaps the pain goes to your heart as though
a knife has sliced right through it, or you feel
it in your gut as if you took a blow.
No cut or bruise is shown, yet it is real!
When both the body and the spirit seem
to reach their limit, tears are overdue.
You have to let those tears go! Let them stream
and carry out the bitterness for you.
An empty tissue box becomes the sign
that soon, and hopefully, you will be fine.
Checked with howmanysyllables.com
Poem Details | by
Nina Parmenter |
Categories:
body, death, humor, humorous,
I heard the squelch of death again -
or was it just a neuron firing
deep within my boggy brain,
or possibly a cell expiring
down amongst a mucus mess?
It could have been my heart perspiring
(that may be a thing I guess)
or, deep down in the adipose,
the squealing of a fat-lump pressed
to serve as fuel, and I suppose
it might have been a small mutation -
“Pop!” (we get a lot of those),
a bronchiole’s sharp inhalation,
“Hiss!” a membrane’s gooey breath,
a bile-duct’s bitter salivation...
Probably, it wasn’t death.
29 Mar 2019
Poem Details | by
Red Fiery |
Categories:
social, sympathy, body,
I do not belong to your affluent society,
nor do I live at your mercy
A victim of social circumstances.
You sell your art and I bank on my flesh.
No body likes to be called by my name
for I am not a part of your fame..
yet you will sleep with me at night,
smelling my flesh gives u delight !
Don't you throw away your pounds!
Instead ,get some bones for your hounds !
I spit on the way this society refutes
For no body is a born prostitute !
Smriti Jha aka Redfiery
Poem Details | by
Gary Bateman |
Categories:
allegory, body, change, death, heaven, imagery, spiritual,
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
Verlena S. Walker |
Categories:
age, angst, bereavement, body, change, crazy, stress,
pReMaTuRe AgInG
an older woman and a younger man
are a trix in between
because as his love blooms
he sees himself aging.
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penned on august 31, 2014!
Poem Details | by
mary youkhana |
Categories:
beautiful, beauty, best friend, betrayal, body, care, creation, cry, dark, emotions, feelings, happiness, happy, heart, how i feel, joy, life, lonely, missing you, star, sun, sympathy, teen,
people are like stars,
some are younger,
some are older,
some are brighter,
some are darker,
some are bigger,
some are smaller,
but in the end we are all the same.
all together.
shining bright with our personality.
dont care about what other people think.
its their own opinion.
be unique,be you.
you are who you are, and who you are is all their gonna get.
so shine like a star!!!
Poem Details | by
Allison Carver |
Categories:
beautiful, beauty, body, death, society,
They say beauty is on the inside
But even the Nobelist of people
have wicked secrets.
So who really is beautiful?
No one.
Beauty is a man made idea
So society can value one person
above the other.
Since there is no real beauty
There's no ugliness either.
Just pretentious people,
Spending their entire lives trying
to prove their better then everybody else.
We all do it.
We are human after all.
We try so hard to be different
But we all end the same way
Dead.
Poem Details | by
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen |
Categories:
death, depression, lifedeath, body, death,
Suicide
Just before death came a spinning swirl.
Lifeless body on the table lain.
Lost in a world where hatreds whirl.
Just before death came a spinning swirl.
What a pity; she is a beautiful girl.
Tears falling down like torrential rain.
Just before death came a spinning swirl.
Lifeless body on the table lain.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 7, 2010
Poetic Form: Triolet
Suicide is deadly. Do not choose death. Choose LIFE. Call the National Suicide Prevention
Hotline @ 1-800-273-8255.
Poem Details | by
MICHAEL MALONE |
Categories:
confusion, death, faith, father, forgiveness, life, loss, love, body,
HAD HER REALLY FEELING LIKE THAT SHE COULDN'T GO TO SCHOOL
in her heart i n her body she froze mevmerize by the time that she had to
into her body man that dude
Poem Details | by
M. L. Kiser |
Categories:
body, death, freedom, image, metaphor, snow, spiritual,
Watching a snow flake
Melting on my hand I see
Transformation like
That of human souls freed from
The hindrance of mortal flesh
Poem Details | by
Constance La France |
Categories:
grief,
my mind is frozen
in moments
your last breath I keep
_____________________________
June 22, 2018
Poetry/Free Verse/my body still moves
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1034-125-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest Magicada 13, Body and Mind
sponsor, Maureen McGreavy
First Place
Poem Details | by
Susan Jeavons |
Categories:
age, angst, body, death, depression, emotions, nostalgia,
Secrets of Aging
When we age, no one tells us
how our bodies will change.
No one tells us how our minds
will be full of fog and useless content.
When we age, no one tells us
How to deal with the death of loved ones.
No one tells us how to cope with moving
Out of a home we had expected to die in.
When we age, no one tells us
How emotional we will become
Just looking at a pair of old boots
Or a child’s tiny baby shoes.
When we age, no one tells us
How much we will miss the feeling
Of being young and invincible
And in love with the manner of living…
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,
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
Poem Details | by
Lori Freund |
Categories:
body, cry, death,
Dear Cancer
You are the fate many fear
You tend to bring nothing but tears
There is something for you to know
The end is here time for you to go
The families hold and love
Your victims that go above
There isn't much else we can do
But watch the them suffer by you
The time is here for you to go
Don't hesitate we will steal the show
The destiny is ours to take
The fate will be ours to make
The day of victory has came
You have been put to shame
We have won so now go away
There is nothing more for you to say
Poem Details | by
Zamreen Zarook |
Categories:
abuse, addiction, adventure, age, betrayal, body, boyfriend, brother, conflict, confusion, courage, culture, death, forgiveness, fun, high school, how i feel, inspirational, life, loneliness, lonely, loss, lost, murder, mystery, paradise, psychological, racism, rights, stress, teen, teenage, time, voice, wisdom, words, world, write, youth,
Happiness in a Wrong way – Zamreen Zarook
In the notion of seeking happiness,
I thought of stepping in to nonsense,
I dream I could find success,
But I had only little access.
Every attempt that I lend,
It was an utter failure at the end,
My life was full of difficult bend,
But God is always there as a good friend.
My deeds travel in various ways,
Some times in subways,
Or in times it goes in highways,
But I had the belief, God is there always.
North and south families surrounded,
East and west friends are rounded,
Every time fear on death soughed,
I am trapped, and my merits are loaded.
Poem Details | by
Gillian Brown |
Categories:
abuse, addiction, age, angst, body, bullying, conflict, courage, death, dedication, depression, desire, discrimination, freedom, high school, life, lonely, pain, time, truth, world,
Broken,beaten,blind and lost
All but a spark of hope left to keep warm
But dig and claw on bruised muscles, on broken limbs
Until the light day fills your sight
Left blinded no more
Dig
Until the soft fresh air blows the spark to a flame and ignites your will
Dig
Until the ground beneath is solid enough to stand
Walk,until the pain is mastered and stumbling ceases.
And you can say:
This will not be my grave.
Poem Details | by
Florence McMillian |
Categories:
death, inspirational, body,
Each soul is gifted,
With an individual body at birth,
To travel through the lessons of life,
That we learn on this earth.
Every body is unique,
With their own special style,
Creating lasting memories,
With family, friends and smiles.
As it is only knowledge,
One can take with them,
When their time on earth,
Has come to an end.
One special gift after death,
Of knowledge for future generations,
Is the gift of willing the body,
For scientific research and medical education.
To give thanks and gratitude,
Is much more than words can say,
To participants of the Willed-Body Program,
For their precious gift that is given away.
Florence McMillian (Flo)
Poem Details | by
Manar Ammar |
Categories:
birth, body, death, identity, memory, racism,
If my nostrils were bigger
My inhales would last forever
Then,
I can breath.
Firstly. Profoundly. deeply
Fill my atom with Suns
A glittering flowing breath
fly elaborately to Cairo
Sit on a nightly spot
Warming the center of the world
close the book
let dust manifest
Why do we insist on coming back
If we hate it here so much
Why do we come to life
The skin enveloping you
Is no match for the windy state
Skin up my child
Reach out and fortify
When they tried to kill 'your people'
They killed all peoples
Death have no skin
Skin is mortal
Poem Details | by
Darlene Gifford |
Categories:
body, death, god, heaven,
Whoosh! Like a gust of wind uplifting me,
there's no sad sunset that I see.
Above earth, I'm rising and flying free!
Just for a moment there, the lights flickered out.
But now, bright dazzling sunlight and colors
scatter and flash all over, around and about.
Like a big billowing balloon, I rise and I soar,
floating above earth, and out of life's door.
Up, up, past the clouds, where my loved ones are.
Angels surround me, and heaven's not far.
If this is a dream, don't wake me up, please,
because back into my body would be an impossible squeeze.
This flight I am taking with God holding my hand,
is but a short breath, before I hear heavens welcoming band.
Poem Details | by
Miche Ulman |
Categories:
abuse, addiction, anger, betrayal, body, bullying, childhood, cry, dad, dark, death, depression, eulogy, evil, family, farewell, father, fear, feelings, grave, grief, growing up, hate, heartbroken, horror, house, jealousy, loneliness, loss, lost, me, murder, mystery, night, pain, parents, sad, sin, smile, society, sorrow, stress, suicide,
In the attic, above wooden floor,
through the hallway of psychotic, locks upon my door,
near the broken window and glass of the sore,
hiding in the shadows,
bloodstains on the wall.
Number nine,
house at the end of the street,
where lights are low,
where silent never sleep.
Poem Details | by
TAMMY REAMS |
Categories:
age, anger, betrayal, body, death, heartbroken, hurt,
My legs are weak
I can not speak
My eyes are glazed
my soul is waste
My hair is gone
it was so blond
I feel the cold
it's in my bones
My mind is lost
I do not trust
My child won't show
for this I know
My rage is strong
it's been to long
Please let me go
so I may sow
In death I'm free
this I plea
2/27/205 T Reams 7th Place
Poem Details | by
Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu |
Categories:
absence, adventure, body, death, introspection, wisdom,
Into oblivion every soul drifts,
Unaware of the world beyond.
Friends and foes forgotten...
Wealth and poverty left behind.
All facades of real substance.
Living it all,some say
But only one life all have.
Sow and reap others say
We all indebted to life.
Search for knowledge and wisdom ceases....
True wisdom lies with those gone beyond,
These are the grateful dead who knows vanity uopn vanity they say begets vanity.
Beauty for ashes,one loses all;for a time we exist,in another we exit
For the grateful were us.
Poem Details | by
Shaniki Smith |
Categories:
abuse, body, death, emotions, horror, time, world,
That's somebody's mother
That's somebody's sister
That's somebody's brother
That's somebody's grandmother
That's somebody's grandfather
That's somebody's aunt
That's somebody's uncle
That's somebody's cousin
That's somebody's dad
See human trafficking has no
Age
Color
Size
Shape
Gender
Name
Does not even matter
it will sneak up on a individual without a warning
It can appear anywhere
School
Work
Park
Library
Mall
Does not matter what time of day
Morning
Noon
Night
It's best to just stay in the house but even that's not safe
Human trafficking can appear
Anywhere
Anytime
Anyplace
Poem Details | by
Gorlum Gorlum |
Categories:
body, crazy, death, health, heart,
I am as sick as sinus syndrome
At times as lively as V-fib
Accelerated, polymorphic…
Another temporary blip
then Mobitz II attacks.. times slows
it creeps by like prolonged QT
complete heart block would likely follow..
screw that, I’m back to SVT
It never stops, it’s pretty hopeless
I’m getting sicker day-by-day
No chance for cure, time to go
Time to succumb to PEA
Poem Details | by
Bj Fard |
Categories:
absence, abuse, addiction, adventure, age, allah, america, analogy, angel, anger, angst, animal, anniversary, art, baptism, beach, beautiful, beauty, betrayal, bible, birth, blue, boat, body, bullying, cancer, care, celebration, celebrity, change, character, christian, conflict, confusion, corruption, crazy, dad, day, death, depression, desire, devotion, dream, earth, emotions, eulogy, evil, farewell, fear, funeral, god, grave,
A full moon night
to my delight
what is so wrong
with doing what's right
nothing is right
after so long
no use in complaining
time to move on
The Dream Water one day
might take me away
farther from the comfort
of familiarity
I float on my back
then shut my eyes
my body now sinking
into ocean arms open wide
Now swallow your son
back to his nature
when he is no longer
needed to stay here
the next generation
are dooming themselves
they need my experience
to guide them through hell
Why should I bother
on my own, I strive through
I turn my back on the thought
of bothering to save you
alone in this world
my, is it spacious
I'm finally smiling,
never so gracious.