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Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: beauty, funeral, gothic, grave, heartbroken, introspection, longing,

The Butterfly Dance

Dance
Between the granite stones
Of the dead
Long ago last breaths do part
Memories seeping in dirt
Black birds and magpies
Lace and knots
Lingering thoughts
Swaying too and fro
Insane

Dancing 
On top of the dead
Lover is all but gone
Butterflies shown
That life flies on
As shadows rest
Upon ones breast


Poem Details | by Gary Bateman |
Categories: angel, change, courage, death, destiny, heaven, spiritual,

The Final Dance

The Final Dance

Death is that final dance we face in life,
He comes for us whether one’s young or old,
Courage is the answer to this sad strife,
Which means fear not this specter—be ye bold!
And prepare now your soul as God has told;
Death appears dark as Heaven’s light shines bright;
Angels bear ye now so true in God’s light!

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
October 18, 2015 (Rhyme Royal)

Poem Details | by Just That Archaic Poet |
Categories: dance, death, drink, romance, sick,

I Feel Like Dancing

Drink me ill this pleasure still,
And cure me with your poisoned pills-
Before I lose all my strength,
But, oh! I lost that long ago!
Dreamily dancing to and fro...
With legs of lead and no feet to stand,
And a phantom partner to hold my hand
A languid trance and lulled Romance
To seize me whole in its expanse
Never I yield, though quite out of breath-
Drunkenly dancing in the Depths Of Death

*RHYME BATTLE CONTEST ENTRY
8-29-13

Poem Details | by Probir Gupta |
Categories: beauty, bereavement, bird, dance, imagery, uplifting,

I t Was One of Those Mornings

Seismic waves shook the ground under our feet
On that passionate morning we could not meet
         Little did I understand then
         I would soon be crestfallen
Completely a lonely soul in the meaningless street
Beaten broken bewildered battered and bereaved


The other day when you poured me pink and warm
Passion pulsar profuse in grace and exquisite charm
           From your purple front door
           To my restless slight shore
My tree was in dance as its leaves you gently stirred
The south wind was back together with its pretty bird
________________________________________________
March 9, 2016 


Poem Details | by Sandra Haight |
Categories: death, life,

The Dance


Years going by so fast,
especially in groups of five.
Which will be my last?
How long will I survive?

My friends are leaving me;
thru heaven's gate have gone.
What will be, will be...
I'm thankful for each dawn.

Surely, a spin of chance...
this living and dying dance.


Sandra M. Haight

~6th Place~
Premiere Contest: 10 lines, Five Words Rhyme
Sponsor: Laura Loo


Poem Details | by Line Gauthier |
Categories: city, dance, dark, death, evil, sleep, voice,

A WALTZ IN THE PARK



Like a secret confided with his last breath
Dangling from his every syllable
He draws me near whispering in my ear
Reaches in to the depths of my soul
He holds my beating heart
In the palm of his cold hand
The demons lurk in the thick murky fog
On my walk at dusk thru an ill lit park
They toy with the last moments before sunrise
While the city seems to still sleep
I’ve said my goodbyes to the tune of violins
Withered brittle leaves stir as death circles
Cold winds whirl and no one sees my tears
I’ve swayed to my last waltz
I can finally forget the insomnia that has me
In the grip of darkness devoid of a guiding star



AP: ranked 3rd 2020

posted on April 30, 2019

Poem Details | by David Meade |
Categories: dad, dance, daughter, death,

Haiku 14 Eyes

      face, etched with deep lines
    dark sadness pools in the eyes
        lost in death . . . daughter





For all who have loved and lost



David Meade
Live Generously

Poem Details | by Smail Poems |
Categories: adventure, animal, april, autumn, baby, beautiful, beauty, business, caregiving, child, childhood, cowboy-western, dad, dance, dark, death, dedication, devotion, dream, easter, education, faith, family, flower, food, happiness, happy, life, love, miracle, mystery, people, rain, science, seasons, summer, thank you, thanksgiving, tree, tribute, uplifting, work,

Work

Work.
Toil.
The pain I put in the ground.
For such a precious thing.
Corn. 
The family enjoys their meal.
They plant their leftover kernels.
And wait for me to tend to them.
Work. 
An endless cycle in which happiness is born.


©Demand4poetry
21 February 2013

Poem Details | by Paul Schneiter |
Categories: death, life,

Dance in the Sunlight

It's ever present behind our minds
A truth that is a leaded cloud.
The Reaper is concocting designs
Tailored for a black-creped shroud.

In the midst of joy and lightness
There relentlessly lurks the fact
That our moments of brightness
Are but a blink in life's short act.

Subdue those fears with a smite!
Dance in the sunlight of each day.
Banish black musings with might
And with laughter keep them away.

Exalt for having been a living being.
Celebrate the sweetness you knew.
Praise God for hearing and seeing.
Be fulfilled when earth life is through.

Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: grave, suicide, tribute,

Dead Poets Dance

We sing
Act
Die
Cry
Dance in the sky
We form societies
To read aloud
What others dare not say
From Shakespeare to Byron
Poe to Moe
We sit around smoke filled lounges
Spewing words forth
Love, hate, Hemingway’s mojitos staring in mirrors
Whiskey permeates the air
Smokey flavors absorbed into flowing ink
Towards the graves
We always gaze onward towards the graves
From the inside out, and looking up on coffin roofs
The seas of depression like waves to surf
Some might say we any maniacal and crazy
Today we welcome a new member
Mork from Ork

Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: anger, bereavement, conflict, dance, dark, death, death of a friend,

Another Day, Hope Returns

Another Day, Hope Returns


Another day,
sparrows still fly
death visits and we ask not why

Another night,
moon still glows
death visits, why nobody knows

Another morn,
sun still shines
death visits, clings like vines

Another fate,
shadows still flee
death visits, just not for me

Another life,
tomorrow brings
hope returns, heart now sings!

Robert J. Lindley 10-08-2014

Note: 
Blues sent a message, wake up..
I put down my empty coffee cup..
Flung the saucer out the back door..
that your worst, give me more..
Laughter slid across the lawn..
light then lit this great new dawn..

Poem Details | by Secrets inyoureyes |
Categories: dance, dark, death, depression,

There was once

There was once a young dancer
Who was recovering from cancer
She wanted fame 
but her leg was lame
So people called her a prancer.
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I know it's really mean and sad but I had this as homework 
and I honestly couldn't think of 
rhyming words and than I just thought of this.

Poem Details | by Andrew Crisci |
Categories: dance, death, life, song,

IF EXISTENCE IS AN ILLUSION OF REALITY

Like trees extending and rising,
there's a sameness in our being...
to grow under a nurturing sun
'till we reach our end and begone!


If existence is an illusion of reality,
less thought is given to mortality;
and engaging in song and dance,
who expects fate to pull a prank? 


As clouds appear to cover cerulean spaces,
rain is anticipated: our first reaction is fret, 
and by freezing smiles, we expect the worst;
why be afraid of something that amazes?   


There's no cessation to relentless fear, 
and so denial persists to block senses;
what's the true purpose of being here:
to exult ourselves and our ambiance? 

Poem Details | by Albert Powers |
Categories: veterans day,

DA NANG, 1968: THE DANCE OF DEATH

DA NANG, 1968: THE DANCE OF DEATH That night I watched the muted flashes Reflected off low somber clouds And heard the muted rumble Of distant artillery As if a storm were approaching. And I knew that somewhere In the jungled hills out there Uniformed figures flailed the air In grotesque dances of death Engulfed by flames Shredded by shrapnel. While I, weary beyond caring Thought only of blessed sleep Perhaps tomorrow or the days after that I too would dance the dance of death And then could rest forever.

Poem Details | by Christy Hardy |
Categories: brother, childhood, death, dedication, loveheart, heart,

Dance Above The Stars

The laughter I see,
is hidden so deep,
a memory of yesterday,
mine to keep.

Those that know you,
or think they do,
can never hold dear,
the days of me, and you.

Saying goodbye,
hurts me so bad,
my eyes now misty,
my heart is so sad.

No one knows,
when time is no more,
eternity takes over,
when we enter Heaven's door.

Sing so joyous,
dance above the stars,
my heart will know peace,
for I know where you are.

Poem Details | by Tahera Mannan |
Categories: natural disasters,

The Dance of Death

Misty dawn opens its arms
Silent street not a sound
Flowers spread some exotic charm
Honey bees all over abound
A sinister killer is just around
The silent streets weave and dance
The trees rap in a mystical trance
Bridges collapse to the music of seismic waves
They burn, they crumple, not a chance
As exotic flowers swing on lonesome graves

09/3/2012

By Tahera Mannan

For Nette’s “Let’s dance” contest

Poem Details | by Tom Valles |
Categories: anniversary, bereavement, blessing, cry, dance, eulogy, family,

I'm Glad I Stopped to Dance

It was an unexpected notion
That came across my mind;
To take you by the hand
Then sway as two entwined.

It was a flood of fond emotion
That compelled my heart to move
And then within a moment,
All distractions were removed.

It was you and me together,
Floating lighter than a dove.
Letting turns and smiles beguile:
For seconds lent to love.

If tomorrow all is taken,
And I don’t get another chance,
I’m glad I seized the moment.
I’m glad I stopped to dance.

Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: dark, death,

The Raven Dance

Angels on wings
Deliver me to the heavens
Clouds so white high above
Away from inane desires
Better the coldness of the skies
Than the grey life below
So now I walk on top of the clouds
As I dream inside a bottle
Knowing soon, reality awakes
I shall fall from this paradise above
I have danced with the Raven
Now I shall march to the funerals call
I hear the bagpipes off in the distance
I have fallen from grace
Neck broken
The raven craves his last dance

Poem Details | by Sandra Adams |
Categories: death,

the dance

as nighttide settles
like calm seas
her backdrop
becomes your stage

old thoughts
sneak
like shadows
against mind's walls

i spin beneath
demonic haunts
as your words
fall
rage-red
winded fury
on burial grounds
already full
of little deaths

i gasp
through short breaths
and utter your name
as etched
on each stone

soaked
with morning
i rise
and remember
this dance

Poem Details | by maya chaar |
Categories: courage, freedom, grief, happiness, inspirational, life, recovery from..., sorrow, dance, memory, dance, memory,

Stone in your shoe

There’s a stone in your shoe! 
You smile but half smile,
You walk, but feel pain. 
You try to dance, but can’t!
You try to sing, but stammer! 
You try to shake it out, 
But that tiny little stone remains.
A never ending reminder 
That you will never dance with all you heart, 
Or laugh with all you soul, 
Or sing without your stammer. 
You will never relax in conversation 
‘Til you choose to physically remove that stone!
When then and only then...
Could you dance with all your heart, 
Laugh with all your soul, 
And sing without your stammer. 
With only the distant memory of your discomforting pain. 
Only an uncomfortable memory 
From which you can finally find your present peace and comfort.

Poem Details | by harry horsman |
Categories: dedication, love, dance, dance,

Dancing in the Grave Yard

I dance upon you
and your spirit I lift
in to my heart.
I dance upon you all
I dance where I can
in between the headstones
on grasses of divan,
where once you’re feet laid
where your love ones
shed their last evanescent tear.
I dance through
the small hours of night
and the longest time of day,
I dance, I dance, I dance
this my humble homage to you all
you whom served your era well,
you made the masters
with your skill your energy,
you fought their bloody wars
your enterprise kept them rich
but only of an earthly kind.
Oh yes when I dance
I dance and I remember you all,
so to you that spread your seed
ever so well
to give another generation life,
I dance!!

© Harry J Horsman 2013  

Poem Details | by Probir Gupta |
Categories: beach, beauty, dance, death, girl, metaphor,

Seasons


Sun plays hide and seek
Inside wings of skylark
The girl is busy whole day
Coloring dark corners
Marigolds to warm her

Your palm is now warmer
Hitting the road in joy
Heading for beaches and lakes
Listening to music soft
Dance in happy sinew

Time to see in joy and sorrow
Leaves raining everywhere
From birth to old age colors change
Green red yellow orange
Today has to end in tomorrow

Very long nights and short days
Deeper sighs and fewer smiles
Naked branches highlight death
Struggling against snow piles
Wait begins for another May
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
April 6, 2016
Seasons - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by : Shadow Hamilton





Poem Details | by Andy Morfett |
Categories: bereavement, dance, fantasy, heartbreak, imagination, night, uplifting,

Star Dancer

You dance amongst the stars:
I watch you nightly from my bed
Imagining your light footsteps 
As you leap and twirl balletically
Through galaxies 
And over planets
With the poise and grace 
That made you so special
When you were mine on earth.
You were gone too soon. 
But my loss is the universe’s gain
Together we love and admire you
Eternally.

Poem Details | by Michael Smith |
Categories: dance, dark, death,

My Forbidden Lover

Darkness my forbidden lover
I shall let light go 
Shamelessly deeper fall
Into limbo's arms; seductress 

Allow cold breath and hands to feel me
Touch willingness in the witcher's dance
One bite and the spell of soul is cast
Unto binds of novels; eternal pages "The Devil's romance

Darkness my forbidden lover forwith I know thee
Black conspirator burning out my hurt
For my weakess broken thus
Is that I never read thy endings first

So, just another taste of kiss taboo
For reasons each one, more bitter than the last
Affairs of hearts and seasons careless ever fleeting
Sprung the forevermore condemnation trap

Poem Details | by Arabian Poet |
Categories: cry, dance, dark, death, death of a friend, fear, scary,

When The Earth Danced

Screaming  and shouting out loud 

Blowing up walls in an eye glimpse 

Buildings are collapsing and rising black cloud  

Lighting her night by gas pipes

Everybody is forced to dance around 

Shaking her belly in the streets and over lives
 
With her dance even the skies moved 

Everything is so scattered like leafs 

From the rubble severe cold flowed

Death is dancing with her snatching souls 

           All this happened
        When the earth danced