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Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: angst, destiny, introspection, pain, philosophy, poetry, september,

Shadow of Death

My shadow flirts with the sun
As I caress the darkness
We are one and separate
As my shadow smiles
Anxiety suffocates me
The shadow will soon fade
I shall die
One happy, one not


Poem Details | by Lynn Marie |
Categories: emotions, grief, introspection, loss, ocean, spiritual, uplifting,

a new beginning

with each crest of a wave
forming white crystal peaks
she weeps, inhales, let's go.

beneath a star studded vista
a resplendent guiding light
arms open, palms up, she is free.

the soothing sea winds
carrying away her grief and sorrow
hands posed in devotion, she smiles.

in a seascape of serenity
her baptism place of choice
she steps forward, her new beginning.













02-17-2017

Poem Details | by Silent One |
Categories: analogy, death, poetry,

In the Silence of Death

Rampant rain is ruining
lushness of my lawn.
Helpless I watch
strands of green drown 
in shallow puddles.

Swamp like state creates
slush and sludge -
I remain stuck in the mud.
Wondering who will care 
for my garden when 
I am no more.

What will become of my roses?
Will my dahlia delight in the sun?
Or will I become a forget me not?

However...

I remain content,
knowing erratic elements,
will never kill my words.
Spiteful winds will return crying
bitter raindrops to my musings.

Then they will disappear,
just like me - just like you.

Yet in the silence of death -
written words will forever remain.

Simple Musing
Silent One
3 November 2019

Poem Details | by Silent One |
Categories: angst, death, father son,

Submerged in Shallow Streams

Shimmering silhouettes haunt.

Shadow stands still, 
observing his soul drift towards 
the tree of melancholy.

Its morbid image stands silent,
but screams inside the mind.

I could write a million pensive poems,
yet the pen could never express,
how emotions remain unexplained,
because suppressed silent theories
and words left unspoken mean 
regretful raindrops fall to the 
rhythm of each somber sigh.

Tears create shallow streams,
but still we remain submerged.

Eight years on and I wonder, 
if we will stay here forever.

Simple Musing
Silent One
18 November 2018


Poem Details | by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories: death, life,

I Will Die Eagerly

I will die eagerly, 
ready to go, 
surrounded by neons
faeries, elves, imps

I will die happily, 
in my own way
lying next to my garden
surrounded by orbs

I will die gracefully,
gladly and fully ready
adoring the heavenly
ancestors who come fetch me.

I will die with a smile 
remembering my phenomenal 
fantastic make believe world
my family, and my friends.

Poem Details | by Leo Larry Amadore |
Categories: angst, childhood, death, depression, family, father, hope, introspection, life, loss, nostalgia,

Things That Seemed Poetic

Things that seemed poetic were always sad,
though I yearned for sparkle
and my dad's guffaw, which never came.
Familiar things were always drear --
repeated motions in the same old game.
There were only distant glimpses
of budding spring, fleeting views
of daffodils. The strongest
poems dealt me death and dying.
Yet I always hoped, never went under
to gray despair, always dreaming
of a garden of love we could share.
But those forbidden delights faded
quickly away; the only reality
I understand is the ever-looming
and final one. Nothing's changed.
The strongest poems deal death and dying.

Poem Details | by Royal Ninja |
Categories: grief,

a dearest repost, Angel Wings

angel wings

With every breath I take my body aches, 
When I lie in bed I feel my insides hurting.
With every reminder brings me pain.
No more can I find comfort in my home, 
The cries of babies stains my mind. 
I'm trying my best, 
But of course from day to day hour to hour,
I find myself crying. 
Memories that morning come to me every day, 
Nurses surrounding me my doctor getting on her knees,
Her head looking down, 
The thoughts that ran through my mind.
My life entering a new course, 
One full of grieving. 
He had my face,
My son,  my beautiful angel. 
He's watching me now,
He left me in tears but he is in my heart.


Poem Details | by Connie Marcum Wong |
Categories: bird, funeral, grief,

Myna Bird Solace


There they were, in the center of
our asphalt cul-de-sac street
circled around their dead companion,
four common myna birds, holding
their own semblance of a funeral.
I slowly backed out of my driveway
and passed by them in quiet reverie.
They didn't attempt to fly away or
even move as I passed by them.
Tears flooded my eyes as I realized
how much they were deeply grieving.
Their friend was truly loved and grieved
as we'd grieve the loss of a loved one.
Later on when I returned home the 
dead bird was gone, and so were they.

© Connie Marcum Wong

Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: art, death, drink, lonely, philosophy, suicide, wine,

There Lies Art

The easel beholds a half finishing painting
The paints beside have all hardened
Pain reflected in the partial emptiness
Staring back at that gathered crowd

The sun melts on the canvas page
Creation explained in elapsed rage
Notions and pleas from dried paintbrushes
Strewn across the almost barren floor

One to the other in whispered voice
I wonder if this would have been his choice?
Empty wine bottles twirling in light
Beside the dead body, a painting just right

There lies Art
In repose
His final painting
His last prose

Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: angel, art, beauty, death, depression, loneliness, romantic,

The Cemetery Was

The cemetery was
Before my very eyes, stillness
Autumn leaves a blanket on the dead

The cemetery was
There, as it always was there
From childhood till now

The cemetery was
For me, my escape, comfort and refuge
Among the strangers and the dead

The cemetery was
My pathway to the heavens
The gateway to my dreams

The cemetery was
Until that one fateful day
My sanctuary

The bullet wasn’t even meant for you my love
You are dead none the less, beneath me
I, who weeps at your grave, lifeless too

Now the cemetery is my hell
Tormented by what ifs
I breathe the autumn frost only

That one day
Our daughter will become
You

Poem Details | by janetta harrington |
Categories: lost love, love, sympathy,

Peircing Silence, Screaming Thoughts...

Here in my room,
I lay in my bed,
With every thought of you,
Intruding my head,
Like snapshots in my brain,
Of the last thing you said,

My gut is violated,
And I twitch with rage,
I cannot free myself,
From this anxiety ridden cage,
And in this chapter of our life,
It seems I can't turn the page,

This torture is much worse,
Since you have been away,
I am so scared,
That away is where you'll stay,
And no matter how hard I try,
I will have to lay here in my room,
Alone one more day.




By Mac Holmes. Janettas grandson. 
Written sitting in my room alone still waiting...

Poem Details | by Patricia L Graham |
Categories: bullying, dark, depression, grief, murder, poverty, time,

Slaughtered Innocence



The hideous and the humble
Blood peppers falling snow
As world hurtles to the tipping point
Life chokes on ignited air
Wrenching love from hungry mouths
Stars fall without sound
Some weep helpless, day through night
Ever wondering how
Never knowing why ...

Poem Details | by Sunshine Smile |
Categories: crazy, death, love,

- Dead Or Alive -



The wolves howling at the height of his past life

As a strangled breath from the grave

The air feels heavy and smells rotten soil

He never forgot his great love

The woman who was his passion

Links and bells chime in the wind

The taste of vintage wine

His blood rushes through a gloriously red rose

The last restraint is gone

If death is a caress, what is life ?

His bride will be transported on a white horse












- 07.08.2016
  Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
  Copyright © All Rights Reserved

Poem Details | by Sunshine Smile |
Categories: dark, death,

- R I P -



Dusk feels suffocating
Moon shadows
From flowering to dust
A race against death
No bluebells on meadow
The stars are resting and angels smiling

 
A journey through darkness
Where are the fireflies with their yellow hands
One last deep breath
The cold does not hide the truth
Wordless at the grave
... Wing beat of a bird breaks the silence











19.02.2017
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved

Poem Details | by Gail DeBole |
Categories: death, family, funeral, tribute,

Nice Day for a Funeral

Written by Gail DeBole
In memory of my grandfather

Nice Day For a Funeral I (You were always old. I can't remember a time when you were not.) Cried (And you had no past before the first time I became aware of your presence.) When (The weather huddled the mourners together. It was a cold day, but the sun was out to pay its respects, also.) They (I huddled with the rest. Echos of the service left a sad taste in my soul.) Lowered (The Rabbi had spoken of you like an old friend.) Your (And convinced me of your close lifelong brotherhood with him.) Casket.

Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: art, death, gothic, introspection, lost love, love hurts, romance,

Repose

Alone
Under stone
The road ends here
Grave of bones

I reached out to caress
The past, and her sweet heart so blessed
Tears water down flowers, that one day shall wilt
For even they, gave up on loves bloom

I have been devoid of heart long ago
Dead to the living
Living for the dead
Love does that, so do not dread

She, who stole the essence of me,
Where ever she shall be buried
My bones may lie over yonder
My heart lies heavy, with the phantom of she

The past burying all, to the one and last
Says I
Alone under grey washed gravestone
At long last

Père Lachaise

Poem Details | by Sam Beloved |
Categories: analogy, birth, creation, devotion, earth, flower, nature,

Seasons of Life and Death

Under the care of sun and rain
My leaves have unfurled
My buds have burst forth
My own will has been done
This was my beginning
Through the seasons
Spring brought me to life
Summer grew me to new heights
The fall must come sometime
The frost will encase my barbs
And I will return to meditation
Waiting patiently for my rebirth
For your light to peek through clouds
Your moon to hold me within night
When spring returns...
I will dance in the wind
A never ending flower

Poem Details | by Chris Hagy |
Categories: absence, animal, christian, death, encouraging, sympathy, uplifting,

A Greener Pasture

Though my stall here is empty now
If you listen close...
You can hear me running through a greener pasture
Your sorrow opens the gate and releases me free
Thank you for rescuing me from worldly darkness
And giving me love unsurpassed
So that I may now run with others so loved...
But never forgotten
I am a child again young and lean my spirit afire
And oh how our spirits thrive here
Never again to feel the pain of the earth
Hear me running!
For your tears have watered the grasses for me
In God's Greener Pasture

-originally written for Kae Surrah
 an Arab rescue mare

Poem Details | by Connie Marcum Wong |
Categories: allegory, death, emotions,

Senseless

Through the shallows,
Through the depths,
The muck and the mire,
With trembling limbs
I succor the dying,

Strip the layers naked...
A conceit of consciousness
In psychic awareness,
I repute the repudiated
Caught in a self made web
Of hubris, malevolent envy.

Wrath projected...as a
Boomerang, must return.
Ashes back to ashes is
The only transformation
Derived in sustained purgatory.

© Connie Marcum Wong


Poem Details | by Carol B. |
Categories: sympathy,

Sympathy - In Black And White

Nothing is ever black and white, Definitely, ...I think. Who am I to speak - zip it... ... ...for now. I'm not going to lose my head over it. Well I won't ...but she just might. Wrong guy.

Poem Details | by Richard Lamoureux |
Categories: baptism, death, emotions, remembrance day, violence,

A sad remembrance

I kiss her red honeyed lips
She allows the milk 
of my iniquity 
to wash over her
The pain of her sadness
washes away my cruelty
I leave my rifle at her feet


November 11, 2016


Poem Details | by Nadia Steel |
Categories: baby, bereavement, child, death, loss, mother, spoken word,

Still Called Mother

My body is a graveyard.
I buried you inside this defective womb.
I am less than a woman.
My flesh a fertile tomb.
Tiny ghost.
I will never hold you.

My baby is crying.
My baby is crying and no one can hear their haunting wail but me.
Night after night.
Hush now.
Shhh, 
Momma loves you.
Inviting this emotional decay,
I am damaged.

My heart is in the ground with you, dear one. 
This body betrayed me.
The space between these hips, 
Now an empty cradle.
That gentle heartbeat,
Faltered,
Ceased.

I am always with you.
Child,
Deceased.
My soul gently rocks you,
As you sleep.
When the fragile heart stops beating,
Are you still called mother?

Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: art, death, funeral, introspection, poems, remember, sad,

One Thousand Goodbyes

One Thousand Goodbyes

Years ago
a stranger became a friend
with little time left
she let me into her reflections
her child and husband dead
tragedy would strike again
her time on earth 
would expire soon
her empty heart to be filled
in the heavens
she showed and told
her last wishes to me
a thousand poems
she wanted to leave behind
I think she made it
I never found out
angels stole her

On this somber Sunday
another one left this earth
some might even say St Patrick
I can make only a simple claim
a thousand poems I have written
to honor those
with more charity than I
Hazza
who will remember us all?
when we too one day shall die

Poem Details | by Laura Leiser |
Categories: absence, grief,

Gone

Your hat hangs limp and still with your loss
faded and stained, every thread, precious 
my tears blur with silhouettes of you, dad
your distinctive scent, I touch your well worn brim
the hallway darkens with an approaching storm
pounding raindrops pummel my grieving heart. 







Written on 2/20/2019

Poem Details | by Charles Hamouth |
Categories: absence, abuse, childhood, grief, growing up, solitude,

Poof

That childhood faith, vehemently spirited,
Difficult to bend, impossible to tame.
That still-cradled heart, curiously open,
Eschewing fear, shunning struggle,
Accepting of each coming day.
The journey so hazardous.
Now a cold-forged and unyielding heart 
Beats out each agonizing minute.
Jared by indolence and disappointment,
Vision unrecognizably scarred.
The journey so quickly done.
Needing to chance upon that child again
To lightly touch the angel's brow.