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death, heaven, loss, relationship,
Sitting quietly beneath the old blue gum tree
Flowers surround me lined in neat rows on the lawn
White and blue, tall and short placed as if by gods’ decree
My eyes mist, oh god what she had undergone
Her face clouded in pain, body still as a frightened fawn
The room white, Spartan white sheets drape the bed
Her raven black hair no more, so much left unsaid
Eyes of fierce emerald green now dull and sedate
God let fall tears the day her mortal coil she did shed
Soon again in each others arms, standing at heaven’s gate
death, friendship, me, me,
The physician offered no hope,
But why did you push me away?
You only said you couldn’t cope
To watch me decline, fade away.
As I approach my final day,
I long for a place in your heart.
I wish some support you’d impart.
This path is not one I had planned
And it’s not my choice to depart.
Please offer me a loving hand.
angel, grief, hope,
My strength weakens, I stroll the cold shore
To find a peaceful place to lay my head
A restful sleep to awake to no more
Upon shadows floating over my bed
Beckoning me to follow with tears shed
Sweet-scented roses and poses content
A brief thought, is this my sister, descent
With lament and turning it into hope
So long I’ve grieved to just spend a moment
With an Angel I so adore to cope
Dizain Poem II - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Laura Loo
One new dizain poem on any theme you wish
Ten lines of 10 syllables each line rhyme scheme:
death, death of a friend, loss,
My sunshine went away the day you left;
the day the angels beckoned your sweet soul,
and left behind my heart, of hope, bereft.
Now mournful teardrops flow without control
as lonely darkness dons her ebon stole.
I try to understand death’s dire decay,
and why behind without you I must stay;
and so it is to heavens that I plea
on bended knee, in darkness as I pray,
that soon I’ll join you in eternity.
December 13, 2019
death, love, sorrow,
You're the fierce flame that burns in my heart,
to keep me going, know that I (was) am
the harmony that loved you from the start.
I weep and mourn for the warm human lamb;
tremble from the deep fearful hollow dam.
None listen to my mournful lullaby.
You laid a breath kiss, died a lover's sigh
under heaven's steps in the endless night.
Shill I taunt the gossamer wings and die?
For I yearn your nearness, your touch, the sky.
in memories a scintilla of faith
momentarily sustains surging tears
as the pulse of darkness awakens wraith
erasing the distance of lonely years
your voice befalls the silence my soul hears
in the absences death has bequeathed me,
i linger on the edges of time's quay
crawling along these worthless grains of sand
awaiting whatever shall come to be
too empty to care, too fragile to stand
December 28, 2019
*Quay pronounced kee, key, kwey
Kai Michael Neumann
death of a friend,
Walter took his life when he could not cope
With addiction and overdosed on pain
He tried very hard but then lost all hope
Found it too hard to control and abstain
Ralph medicated depression in vain
The rope's noose disobeyed his last command
His sadness was deep and mania grand
The bullet left just a brain bloody fame
As courage granted an ultimate stand
Too close for comfort as we were the same
26th December 2019
america, death, heaven, high school, mother,
Where is heaven, what have we done
Why are we abandoned in hell
When can we stop using a gun
Whose children next do we farewell
What demon has set this mad spell
Littleton Columbine high school
Virginia tech was so cruel
Redlake senior high was another
How can heaven be I’m no fool
Please stop the tears of a mother
death, me, me,
My sad heart cries unto the night,
"Keep me cloaked in thy darkness.
Keep me safe, away from the light,
lest the world be shown my weakness."
For I cannot grant forgiveness,
to myself for all I am not.
Within my own web, I am caught,
as I cast it upon the sea,
of emotions that are for naught.
For they will not, just let me be.
For the contest: Dizain
Sponsored by Dr. Ram
animal, death, dog, farewell, grief, miss you, sorrow,
Heartbeats thumping in rapid unison
Chest hard pressed in his final resting place
The scent of sterile death whelms the toxin
Igniting the ducts in a scarce headspace
A drop on his tongue with a salty trace
Glitters in the blinding fluorescent ray
Each dense breath trickles unused time away
As tears of ire inspire his golden coat
One last moment to share our yesterday
And with that fourteen years have gone afloat
absence, bereavement, dark,
The clock tower strikes the hour of three in the morning,
And all the children in the town are sleeping so silently.
The crier is out a-crying, his voice calling and bell ringing.
The wind will hiss at the glass windows, so violently,
The child that is still awake will back away quietly.
They will cover their head with the blanket, shivering,
But it will not halt the darkness from crawling.
As the child cries, they will wonder what they’ve done wrong,
As the darkness creeps, it’s voice low and calling.
In the morrow, people will wonder where the child’s gone.
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
By Tahera Mannan
For Nette’s “Let’s dance” contest
lifedeath, death, life,
Some say that clouds can curve into a dream,
While resting restless roaming in the air.
'Twas I that walked into this cloudy theme,
That myst of mind and matter moved to share.
For breath breathed in my death life new to wear.
From death to life, a clockwork of the past,
A gift of beauty backwards moving fast,
Changing the colors that the clouds consume.
But nothing mortal never seems to last,
And life ended inside my mother's womb.
beautiful, butterfly, death, goodbye, music, sad,
Life - a mere whisper in eternity
Bitter taste tonight of melancholy
Dew on rose petals leaving me thirsty
For nostalgic notes of music folly
And tender dreams under Christmas holly
When feelings run as deep - love does not die
‘Tis no more than a momentary goodbye
As love for you flutters in afterlife
On beautiful wings of a butterfly
In the mystical garden of your life
Submitted on May 16, 2018, for contest DEATH: LOVE DOES NOT DIE sponsored by BROKEN WINGS - RANKED 6TH
allusion, depression, for her, grief, metaphor, sad, sad love,
The apples in the tree I looked after
With intense love for the leaves and the fruit
We loved to see each other in laughter
When down we would together play our flute
The rogue storm that night sneaked in like a brute
Plundered pink and purple fruits one by one
My love along with my honour was done
Now when I visit the tree everyday
It’s gut wrenching to see the skeleton
Empty bubbles are my April and May
May 14, 2016
For: Sad Poem – Dizain – Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Constance La France
Oh, she is quite frail now and very old,
when she walks you can tell she is in pain;
loves a nap in the sun and hates the cold,
beautiful, I whisper- my tears like rain.
Oh, please time stop clicking, I scream in vain,
all she gives is unconditional love;
its hard to think of her dwelling above,
she is an old cat and is my best friend.
Oh, her death- sorrow hard to let go of,
I held her to my heart until the end . . .
September 24, 2016
Copyright Protected, ID 16-831-476-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
sad, dance, dance, me,
The day that you die I will dance upon your grave
And shed myself from the shackles of your shame
I would put you there myself, if only I were brave
Knowing now that your monster can’t be tamed
For your demons, I no longer could be blamed
Your death would turn me loose
Set me free from your abuse
And I would dance like I was a little girl
From around my neck I’d cut the noose -
If only they’d remove you from my world
by, Joe Flach for nette onclaud's "Let's Dance" contest
deep, grief, hate, how i feel, hurt, society,
I see her walking down the hall
With her perfect hair and face
She's got everyone under her spell, it makes me bawl
As I will never be in her place
Or have all of her grace
My feelings have become a blur
Of how I'll never be her
I try to change it
Try to find the cure
But now I just need to quit
You who are about to die will enter,
with thought and mind as hard as a walnut.
Despair; your armour plated heart, better
to preserve your certainties in the rut.
Discomfort visits those whose eyes are shut.
And we who are about to die salute,
a time well spent, in honor that is mute .
Discard; in superficial rite resound,
and felt life’s throbbing soul down to the root.
Does comfort visit those there in this ground?
dark, halloween, house,
An old house, ancient in its fearsome style
Where lightning flashes and thunder pelts near
The house’s creepiness can be seen for miles
In front of the building is a dark seer
Casting powers that cause a lot of fear
A witch flies deep in the sky overhead
Looking for lost victims to kill them dead
Moon shines above to cast eerie shadows
Glowing on those lying on a death bed
The scary scene brings fear like no-one knows
bird, grief, imagery, love, rain, silence, song,
I knew jasmine that you won’t stay for long
Love is always a transient crimson cloud
Rain robs it of all its bud-blooming song
The silence is too deep to cry aloud
Just day dreams under a painful grey shroud
Lovely touches too don’t come to stay on
Nor the thrush when its breast is in frisson
Now the spine in spin as dimples cave in
A little later all the larks are gone
Empty rib cage of the bore lungs within
01/09/2016: For the contest Dizain Poem II sponsored by Laura Loo
Ten syllables in each line checked with www.howmanysyllables.com
animal, death, life, easter,
One Sunday morning real early that day
There’s a bunny hopping about the road
He held with him a basket on his way
But he never looked past this big huge load
And he saw what seemed to be a great toad
As he watched he moved directly on by
Went in front of a moving car no lie
Hastened his death by quickly hopping on
His basket and all were flattened I cry
Sadly the Easter bunny has passed on
Entrant into Lisa Cooper Poetessdarkly's "Clue" contest
death, funeral, endurance,
at a friend’s burial life slipped away
as vapor in air if it was nowhere
for family and friends he had held sway
they would miss his affections and his care
they learned to live together and share
they had worked hard and with lots of patience
overcome harsh struggle with endurance
with his sudden departure to heaven
they face the biggest test of their essence
will his values be sustained or broken?
art, grief, heartbreak, loss, meaningful, memory, sad,
Cut heart, lonesome sadness leaves its sharp sting
memories become cracked and broken stones.
Greatest pain is a future one losing
love's music silenced into cold, deaf tones.
Goodbyes, they hit so hard cracking love bones
hopeless hope, lump eating away the soul
each second feels like fate's last , short dice roll
Never again, such misery cries out
Broken heart and blues taking greatest toll
hurt spirit, no relief in pleading shouts
Constance La France
It has a name- dark angel or just death,
fate in time will bring us to our eternal rest;
each in time each will gasp a final breath,
it- on our lips will a kiss have pressed,
and on our passing our soul caressed.
It, is always near a shadow waiting . . .
Oh, life I scream- to you I wish to cling,
I ask will this death take me to Paradise;
why is it weeping- is that my raspy breathing?
It knows my sins, oh will Hades be the price.
November 24, 2017
Poetry/Dizain/It Has A Name
Copyright Protected, ID 17-9659-52-0
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.