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Poem Details | by John Tora |
Categories: death, life, me,

Dark Feeling

The feeling that i have 
is the feeling you should know
falling in a dark hole
wishing to see the light
and come out of this hell hole 
ending thoughts come and go
seeing dead people is a norm
fighting spirit is almost gone
so i'm standing here all alone
wanting to pray goes through my thoughts
don't know were to start so i leave behind
feeling like god has left me
so i fall deeper in his demise
hanging, cutting, and mutilation he tells me to do
but i know i am better then that
so i act like i aint got a clue
dark power and thoughts lark side by side
if anyone can hear me
help me kill it
so i wont see eye to eye.


Poem Details | by Mel Merrill |
Categories: death,

Death, the Howling Wind

Death, the howling, moaning wind
The dying can't ignore--
It scratches at the window pane
And slaps the shudder door.

Then cruelly taps upon the roof
With incessant, mocking strain--
And stops, but only for a breath,
Then begins to howl again.


Poem Details | by Oli Johnson |
Categories: angst, animal, crazy, death, life, natural disasters,

Squirrel

SquirrelDartingHereAndThere.
        m
   u         p
J               s!
Still.
On it s	    a      e
	c      tt       rs.
FULL of LIFE. 
ChasedAwayByThe neighborhood dog.
Still. 
Always listening.
Ears Perked.
ROAR!
      A
SP      T
      L
Gone.


|[Oli_12]|

Poem Details | by kathryn collins |
Categories: death,

Shoot Me

Mother said:  “always smile”

I smiled 

I am still smiling among others of my kind
In clusters of wrinkled cheeks and memory-laden souls
Beating too too many taut drums in a row. 

“When I’m that way” my father used to say,
“shoot me.  Doesn’t matter who has to clean up.”
My way is a nap turning into eternal rest.

December 5, 2013

we didn’t shoot my father.


Poem Details | by TAMMY REAMS |
Categories: birth, death, dream, hope, loneliness, memory, time,

Century

Century's are long one hundred years they last
so long in fact it's hard to remember the past

What did I do that hundred years ago
was it sunny, raining, or even any snow

Now that I think about it does it really even matter
one hundred years from now a century is the past, present and after

The future is bliss and time I don't want to lose
one hundred years from now a century will be in the news

Remember that day that time that year
it was only one hundred years from now 

So lets start a new century at the end of my year.

Poem Details | by Chukwuemeka Mbah |
Categories: black african american, caregiving, courage, funny, grief, humorous, inspirational, introspection,

POINTING FINGERS

You are one of the reasons
Why they inflate their quote
If you had seized the seasons
Good men could have had your vote


You are one of the reasons
Why our sweet land has gone sour in waste
Here is one of your multiple treasons
You aid corruption just to suit your taste


You are one of the reasons we wedge weighty wrath
Bombs daily detonate like fickle fireworks far north
You decided to do nothing but shut your mouth
So they took our weary sail south

You are one of the reasons the land is inflicted with rape
Overflowing in abundance yet you mong like a greedy ape
Alas our land is grey and old but not due
And it hurts me to know that I am also you.

Poem Details | by Matthew Anish |
Categories: basketball, death, poetry,

Basketball Poem

Invented in the 1890's 
A sport I played as a youth 
    Now I've got 
the
Brooklyn Nets on T.V. 
   Can one be a poet and a sports fan?
The answer of course is yes!
   There have been many terrific poems 
written about athletes
City dreams are hoop dreams 
CITY DREAMS ARE HOOP DREAMS
   Maybe at 63 
I can still dribble and make a basket
   Die on the basketball court!
   Not a bad way to go!

Poem Details | by Ngozi Odoemenam |
Categories: mystery, passion, sympathy, , cute,

TRUE GREATNESS

Great, truly great is he
Who at every turn finds himself
Loved by the prudent
Encouraged by the humble
Indicted by mediocrity
Trailed by the inquisitive
Hunted by the wicked
Prosecuted by the jealous
Judged by malice
Convicted by the lowly
Imprisoned by time
Acquitted by his own wisdom
Relieved by the passage of time
Sustained by the Almighty
And respected by all!

Poem Details | by Miche Ulman |
Categories: business, child, confusion, courage, dark, depression, education, faith, farewell, father daughter, fear, freedom, goodbye, grief, hate, home, hope, imagination, inspirational, journey, life, lonely, loss, lost, mom, mother, on work and working, pain, people, philosophy, political, religion, sad, school, social, sorrow, time, travel, write,

Observer

A serpent underneath blue sky,
in shade of man, in twinkle of an eye,
above brick wall, in the structure, at the floor,
venom of white dove; contaminated food, undrinkable water,
misguided youth, pregnant daughter, unfaithful father and hateful son,
mothers do pray while we walk through Babylon;
on teli and in the press, on top shells,
price none the less, in bedroom and at your door..
dawn of a new day seemed to be dark,
after all.

Poem Details | by Cassandra Bray |
Categories: funeral,

A Mother's Pain

There are to many mother's burying their babies..have you been to a funeral lately..the hurt the pain,it's so insane,the count of deaths and the famlies never rest,the death rate is getting higher,and those thatsay they didn't comited the crime turns out to be a liar,the closing of the casket is the last time you see your babies face,but they will always be in your heart in a special place,I know I walked that road before..my son he is with me  right now, and forever more,

Poem Details | by Miche Ulman |
Categories: childhood, confusion, dark, devotion, faith, farewell, father, fear, forgiveness, funeral, growing up, hate, life, lonely, loss, lost, mystery, prayer, religion, son, sorrow, sorry, suicide, write, me, me,

Confession Chamber

Forgive me Father for I have sinned,
for being born with you to begin,
its been a long time since my last confession,
I don't wont your blessing,
lies and resurrection.
I don't believe in love, I don't believe in faith,
cant stand my own kind,
humble in hate,
I don't believe in truth, I don't wont to be saved,
erase me from your list,
buried, unmarked,
graved.

Abused as a child,
bloodstains of a man,
only shovel awaits,
forgive me if you can.

Poem Details | by Leila Anka |
Categories: death,

Statue

Finally, she turned to statue
She appeared every where.
In train, in tram 
between peoples, a silent view.

Just watching a statue.
Every one such looks and pass
She was
such silent; with out motion
just alive her eyes.
Nobody knew.

Poem Details | by Kiristen Martin |
Categories: dad, death,

Daddy

Away and into the night
My broken mind takes flight
You left me here
All alone to battle my own fear

I follow still in your steps
Even though it may lead to my death
It helps numb the pain
Shooting liquid fire into my veins

Daddy, sometimes when it's late
I feel like I can almost see your face
When I'm up there flying high
Sometimes I wonder if you look down and cry

If you're up there somewhere
Maybe one day I'll meet you there
But for now 
I'm just trying not to come crashing down


Poem Details | by Eliot Gilbert |
Categories: dark, death, easter,

Down by the pier

The bunny is dead.
What, didn't you hear?
Got shot in the head.
Got shot by the pier.

Maybe it was love
or just an affair.
Had a couple of
romps with a hot hare. 

The bunny's mad wife
had hired a gun
and ended his life.
It had to be done.

Poem Details | by cari vodicka |
Categories: art, childhood, death, fear, health, men, men,

frozen

im not looking for anger
im not looking for grief
im looking for respect
in a lonesome sheath
of wisdom without knowing
a wolf in sheeps clothing 
why do u think i dye my hair
im taking over one way or another
so to be blonde 
it makes the men stare 
ive been brunette 
they r stareing else where
so girls get youre poses 
the prettiest girl knows this
the men think they r chosen 
but women know 
their men are frozen

Poem Details | by Juliet Ligon |
Categories: bible, christian, death, forgiveness, jesus, life, love, sin, spiritual,

By One Man

		                         One man
       		                              Sin 
		                     Condemnation
	                      Through disobedience
                                        God's wrath
                                        Punishment			 
                                                                     All by Adam die	
                                      ---The cross---
       All in Jesus live
		                       Forgiveness 
		                        God's Love 
		                      Through faith 
		                      Reconciliation 
		                      Righteousness 
		                          One man 


(Romans Chapter 5)

Poem Details | by Moses Samandar |
Categories: life,

Death is a Vision

Living, feeling, driving
V-5
Danger for death
I - What - Feeling
It comes ...
Reputation, hungry stands.
Swerving BMW
Exhaust suck off
Predicting circumfrence, location, pointage
Fidgeting, remembering
Top-Form, what I martial kick you is safety...
Death.

Poem Details | by Sabbath De Yecouba |
Categories: death,

VOID

We                        give
  Death             teeth
      To            bite
             Us

We fail to appreciate 
what                      still             
people                 alive
do   while    they  are 

Remembering
them and want
them back while
Gone for good

Death never pardons us
Death is twice so wicked
     Thank               People
     Before              they die     
     to know           they were
     loved                so much
Show how much you love them
Before they die that our gifts
So that our donation for funeral 
Will not be void and teasing fund






Poem Details | by eldor luedtke |
Categories: confusion, death, funeral, loss, sad,

The End

blood runs black
as it's filling the cracks
society torn from within
were did this begin
as the hatred sets in
im still hanging by a limb
untill my body lies lifeless
riddled with sin from deep within
i gasp for air in a moments despair
as cold eyes stair,why do they not care
my screams go unheard
without even hearing my words
its time to die,so please dont say goodbye

Poem Details | by Chazmyne Sioson |
Categories: dedication, deep, for him, grief, heartbroken, how i feel, hurt,

Agony

Shall I run or hide and die inside?
Shall I be fond of the joy
I feel every time you show

You could walk away with a smile on your face
And you could walk away as if you were in a race

One day you were inspiring
That every word you say was overwhelming
The other days you were so transparent
That everything you were yesterday became complicated

I'm captivated with the joy you can bring
As I'm gripped with the blues even I am spring.

Some people are worth it to feel pain.
And the pain with you is pleasurable and I am chained.

Poem Details | by Matthew Anish |
Categories: environment, poets,

To Poets Who Died Young

John Keats, Countee Mcullen 
    both died at an early age 
Personally, I am quite grateful that 
  I have made it to 61 
Yet. I salute those poetic souls 
    who got their message across 
   Before the nightfall we all face 
The fate of mankind  
    may be a story 
which is coming to a close 
Global warming may close the chapter on us 
    Before sleep tonight, think of those poets 
who died young 
   Willing to sacrifice so they 
  so they could get their message across 
And who enriched the human experience 
   for all those who read their powerful words

Poem Details | by rodrick de-Bathe |
Categories: courage, death, dedication, depression, me, me, rose,

a rose grown on concrete

A rose grown on concrete

Behind these steel grill bars,
Admiring the heaven stars.
I remain that black rose,
Growing on concrete there I pose.
With petals shattered,
And my thirsty roots scattered.

With my stem rotting in strain,
12 months have gone there’s no rain.
 I absorb the slightest rays of light,
To keep me strong through the night.
With only hope tomorrow I’m alive,
But faith keeps me strong I will survive.

But if I should die,
Wipe your eyes don’t you “crie.”
Just bury me smiling,
As that black rose charming.
But whilst alive it will rain,
Out of these bars were there’s no pain.


Inspired by a moment of hurt and anger in prison (2008)

Poem Details | by Brian Strand |
Categories: death, emotions, poetry,

VISUAL VERTICAL POETRY a couplet

CRATER a vvv
       fragile     and
      volatile     lie
suppressed     emotions
       denied     'neath
            the     volcano 
              of     frustration 

CANYAN  a vvv
           high     wide
            and     handsome
            the      chasm
             of       emptiness
           that      fills
    viduaged      hearts

you may hear me read my PS anthology on youtube under my pen name ichthyschiro..

and catch my short forms @strandpoet on twitter...

and in my kindle ebooks on amazon

Poem Details | by Karnik Agrawal |
Categories: break up, emotions, feelings, grief, how i feel, hurt,

AIMLESS LIFE

	Now my heart screams,
	Even in my dreams.
	The things it had felt,
	Made it melt.

	It cannot sustain,
	More grief or pain,
	But all tries are vain,
	Without an inspiration like rain.

	I tries to hold,
	Give feelings a fold,
	But I am not that bold,
	To bear this heart cold…

Poem Details | by rodrick de-Bathe |
Categories: courage, death, dedication, depression, me, me, rose,

a rose grown on concrete

A rose grown on concrete

Behind these steel grill bars,
Admiring the heaven stars.
I remain that black rose,
Growing on concrete there I pose.
With petals shattered,
And my thirsty roots scattered.

With my stem rotting in strain,
12 months have gone there’s no rain.
 I absorb the slightest rays of light,
To keep me strong through the night.
With only hope tomorrow I’m alive,
But faith keeps me strong I will survive.

But if I should die,
Wipe your eyes don’t you “crie.”
Just bury me smiling,
As that black rose charming.
But whilst alive it will rain,
Out of these bars were there’s no pain.


Inspired by a moment of hurt and anger in prison (2008)