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Poem Details | by
Andrea M Christian |
Categories:
death, devotion, faith, husband, life, loss, lost love, love, nature, passion, peace, romance, uplifting, wife,
He is above us in the clouds
run through the fields and speak of thee
He will grow roses
I will be the stem of the roses
for I shall never leave your soil
You will be the tree I grow beneath
and he will be our rain.
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
Earl Schumacker |
Categories:
absence, change, death, image, mystery, silly, wisdom,
Death - The Final Pleasure
I’ve never liked mysteries
Including death
When I die it will be all over
No more suspense for me
No! This is not a suicide note
Or poem with an unhappy ending
Nothing so dramatic or mundane as that
When death comes it will be the final pleasure
No more no less
You can guess the rest
Poem Details | by
Ernesto P. Santiago |
Categories:
death, life, roses are red,
Maybe, Jesus would have
thought «Roses are red, violets are
blue», if He
had not been crucified
Or maybe, He would not had
asked «Father, forgive them for they don’t
know what they’re doing!», if He
had not been betrayed
Maybe, many would have
lived much longer, if man with sane mind
had not been obsessed
with war, war, and more war
Or maybe, I would have
grown «As lovely as a tree», if death
had never been mine
for I, a blooming word, had a goal
not to live life like sperm only minutes
to an hour after being libidinously
ejaculated outside from one's sacredness
Poem Details | by
Gerald Nforche |
Categories:
depression, funeral, loss, nostalgiaflower, flower,
the skies are broken
and the winds ravage mad
bringing famine clad
which stir awake our ecosystem to cry
weeping tears-falling hot-
and the ecosystem destroyed clean-
clings to its last strength
while malicious man continue the strangle:
come with that cup of water
for my flower shivers cold in thirst
bring it and let me water it
else it shall fail and
no flower shall my lover gain
Poem Details | by
Bhanu Siva Krishna |
Categories:
anger, conflict, death, depression, destiny, dream, how i feel,
"A poet is a sapient of notions,
And a serpent wrapped up in miracles.
They release poems as saccharine poison.
And success in every session".
I heard but it’s not true for me.
God “where to go in these malevolent ways?
What to really achieve before my death finales?
Where to live in this immoral place?
Why should I survive on this Immortal maze?
When would I die in these ill-advised days?”
Poem Details | by
Gerald Nforche |
Categories:
allegory, confusion, death, religion,
Blow thy trumpets Angels
And welcome Earthers a-wild,
Coming humbled, casting jewels
Beating hearts-awake is the tide.
Blow thy trumpet angels
And welcome the weeping faces
Afraid to behold the Lamb
Whose Garment they'd rend to bits-
Till it bled. Welcome thy brothers,
Sinners from the East,
Usurers in God's home for feast:
Blow, blow! And watch the serpent rejoice.
And his furnace shall burn a-wild,
While Christ shall weep for the lost-
I shall march towards my destiny while
Angels blow their trumpets close.
Poem Details | by
Earl Schumacker |
Categories:
business, candy, cry, dark, death, philosophy, religion,
Lollipops And Death
Death is the final currency
It pays for nothing
Shadows God, lurking in the dark
Takes the last tear
Takes the last drop
Devils and demons hate humanity
Pain and void is their choice for us
Death is the final currency dished out
Takes the soul to nowhere friendly
It gives no lollipops
Only a tombstone and cold hard box
With dirt on top
Poem Details | by
Angelo Pierre louis |
Categories:
black african american, corruption, death, horror,
Don't fall off of that iron horse!
They'll devour their king.
What song will you sing when the pendulum swings?
Every tyrant should fear the pendulum's swing.
It'll rain backwards and tears will fall back into their eyes.
They'll remember your treachery, they'll bury you alive.
They'll howl as the moon shines on your demise.
What song will you sing when they devour their king?
Every tyrant should fear the pendulum's swing.
June 22, 2016
Poem Details | by
Vanezia Lockridge |
Categories:
moving on,
If I died tomorrow will the whole world be filled with tears and sorrow?
Will my family grieve? Will my family cry? Or would they be mad that I didn't say goodbye?
Would they rejoice for I have moved on to a life that is much better than before?
Would they know that I wouldn't love anything more?
If i died tomorrow I really don't know but if I died tomorrow I hope this shows.
Poem Details | by
maya chaar |
Categories:
courage, freedom, grief, happiness, inspirational, life, recovery from..., sorrow, dance, memory, dance, memory,
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
Chukwuemeka Anyikwa |
Categories:
courage, grief, life,
"With a pen, nothing is
Impossible on paper.
With a pen, the bested is best on
paper.
With a pen, tell a tale to be a tale
on paper.
With a pen, write to be written on
paper.
A good pen on good paper is
truth".
Poem Details | by
Earl Schumacker |
Categories:
absence, adventure, death, education, fun, silly, wisdom,
Not Doing The Dishes
When you die you become less active
Can't play in traffic any more
Doing chores is so impossible
Forget about dating, bathing, taking out the trash
Fear of disease when deceased has passed
Talking to strangers no longer matters in oblivion
Living is less strenuous when dead
Please close the cover on the casket
I can't do it; that's for sure
If you do death, do it once
There is no fun in repetition
You can't catch fish with a loaded gun
Some one else will have to do the dishes
Poem Details | by
Lukasz Walterowicz |
Categories:
angst, confusion, death, depression, faith, funeral, inspirational, life, loss, lost love, love, nostalgia, people, philosophy, romance, sad, visionary, day,
Why we always look away
From what our eyes desire to see?
Then we think
‘I should have…’
We look back
And we can’t see
It walked away -
We let it be
Why it always walks away
When we want to give a try?
We look back every day
And we pray for one last stand
Then we think back in regret
‘Why i hadn’t…’
Each time we cry
One day we will forget-
The day when we die
Poem Details | by
Earl Schumacker |
Categories:
change, dark, death, identity, life, light, truth,
Life Of Candle
For hours, fire on the candle, dances down the counter
Wick burns lower into ash
Vaporized, combusted, lashing out at life
Grows shorter, balanced, waxed into oblivion
Transforms as molten puddles on the floor
Flame fills in the shadows corners of the room
Flickers against the solid dark
What was once white, is dimmed
Goes out in a flash in candles style and form
Almost exactly as when it started
Smoke gives no warning of the passing
Immeasurably born it fades away
Into the shadows grave
Poem Details | by
AJAYI RASHEED |
Categories:
death, encouraging, environment, leaving, life, light, wisdom,
MY SHELTER,
I SHALL POSSESS
BEFORE MY DEMISE
MY HORSE,
I SHALL RIDE
BEFORE MY DEMISE
MY GENERATION
I SHALL REGENERATE
BEFORE MY DEMISE
MY APEX ,
I SHALL REACH
BEFORE MY DEMISE
EVERY MAN,
I SHALL BRING
UNDER MY FOOT
BEFORE MY DEMISE
THE ENTIRE GLOBE,
I SHALL REACH
BEFORE MY DEMISE
BUT, AFTER MY DEMISE
ALL TURNED VANITY
WITH MY SINGULARITY
IN INTERMENT
BEFORE MY DEMISE
SELF-CENTERED,
EGOISM,
INTRANSIGENCE,
AND INORDINATE AMBITION
MY IMBIBED CULTURE
WHY MY DEMAND FOR ALL
AS SINGULAR ACHIEVABLE
DEMISE IS THE MAN
ACHIEVABLE
Poem Details | by
OJOBO EMMANUEL |
Categories:
death, life,
WHEN YOUR CURTAIN IS CLOSED
Life has ever and always be a stage
How to conquer it, is always a maze
But we all don’t always have a say
All we do is just play
Who direct we don’t know
Whether good or bad, who run the show?
Your intuition I guess wants to blow
Your time I tell it’s what you sow
At the end of your show what is seen?
Remember do not let it be
Because you have to be remembered
When you die and your curtain is closed
Poem Details | by
Dayana Dikanbayeva |
Categories:
angst, death, imagination, loss, mystery, war
The waterfall on my skin reflects my pulse
Its cold and its a broken glass of ice
Against all chains of cells texture on my skin
Ripped the sounds out of my throat
Ripped the veins out of my channels
Throw me down the salt ocean
My blood will turn it into an ocean full of spiders
Dead spiders crawling up your guts
Slipping down your throat
Eating, dissolving, your liver, kidney, heart
I will fall down from the black sky
On you arms, with all my veins out
Blood still flowing from my heart
My blood running undead
Blood undead...
Poem Details | by
NWANDO OBIANYOR |
Categories:
adventure, death, education, happiness, hope, life, philosophy,
Life is an adventure
The more you live the more you understand.
Life is a teacher
The more we live the more we learn.
Life is a rolling ball.
Life is more expensive than man himself.
Life is like an everyday tax.
Life is important,life is wonderful.
Life is an interesting ,
But dangerous game.
Life is ev'rything needed for man.
Life is the most expensive gift given to us
By God.
It shouldn't be defiled
All in the name of materialism.
Lets join hands and make this world
A better place,
By living life to the fullest.
Poem Details | by
Brandee Augustus |
Categories:
allegory, bereavement, depression, encouraging, god, introspection, spiritual,
Hiding yourself, yet not really blocking
the pain inside, the screaming and mocking.
You think it's a secret; but it's clear to see
you're crumbling inside like a dying tree.
Thoughts from the past are screaming at you;
telling you lies and compliments are few.
You try to hide pain with that crooked smile;
but, I know I haven't seen your true grin in awhile.
However, I know that you have true joy inside.
It's hidden in your heart where His true love abides.
God and the love of your family is the real deal you see.
So stop letting your spirit crumble like a dying tree.
Poem Details | by
Ernesto P. Santiago |
Categories:
death, life, people, social, war,
I wish…
that war happening around us
would end soon. I feel
awful when I think
of people dying
or, when I see innocent souls
have been shot. I feel
awful when someone
chooses you, to wear a bomb
as I was. Our world,
so small and not
perfect, yet still, we can make
a difference that I chose to live
my life. I own it
and no one has the right
to rule how I must live or die; no one
can take my life, except my Creator.
Poem Details | by
Matthew Anish |
Categories:
bereavement, courage, fear,
After the terrorists
struck again
We must gather
our wits together
Take strength after
the mourning
We cannot let the
murderers win
by giving in to despair
We must forge ahead
with our plans
and sing songs of peace and joy
Let our courage
guide us
and defeat the shadows
which the killers have left
Songs of peace and joy
will revive our spirits
There are good people in the world
Poem Details | by
emeka offor |
Categories:
body, death, funeral, wisdom,
The man or woman you met yesterday
Is different from the ghost you met today
The difference lies in the transition
From one state to the other
Poem Details | by
David Smith |
Categories:
abuse, allusion, anxiety, art, beautiful, bereavement, betrayal,
Daily I watch as you use our heartfelt emotions
To sell your products.
You play on our guilt,
Our fears give you a lot of scope,
And our sense of joy you belittle.
Our anger you use to get attention,
You even use our children to give us warm fuzzy's.
Laughter you stage to perfection.
Our sense of fair play you have found a way to use,
All for the sake of your product.
What care you that day by day we value our emotions as less real
And more like some party trick.
Because the product is the thing.
Love I am sure would be long dead but for us still holding our poets dear
And their words still fresh and pure.
Poem Details | by
Arnold Mutugi |
Categories:
allegory, sad, sympathy,
The flames flickered and licked
We-men, women and infants
Unknowingly,
They licked up potential
They licked up dreams
They licked up futures
They innocently licked up hopes
Fires cremated failures and frustrations
Like bulldozers they overhauled and mauled little pockets
Of joys and tears of ghetto residents
Here, they smoked potential
Here, they smoked greatness
Here, they smoked innocence
Things that we'd never known, or will ever ever know!