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Poem Details | by jeffry cohan |
Categories: confusion, death, holiday, introspection, mystery,

NO THANKS I AM FULL AND DON'T WANT ANY WHORE

 I’M FULL THANKS AND DON’T WANT ANY WHORE

I am a transient with words unspoken
I am a soul who’s been damaged and broken
For years I lived someone else’s life
Being my son’s little league coach and picking up a drunken wife
I’m an unrighteous man who’s weary and far too tired
And cannot find my way out of the muck in which I’m mired
I yearn for consistency yet find only daily different circumstances
A mortal who is always and forever taking chances
All I want is one place to live until I live no more
And in essence I have become Jesus Christ’s finest whore
I am a troubled transient 
 © 2011.….Phreepoetree  ~free cee!~


Poem Details | by HEATHER ROE |
Categories: death, fear, holiday, urban, house, house,

IN A HOUSE OF DARKNESS

In a house of darkness
you should not hear a sound
but while I lye here in my bed
there's noises all around.
Doors are squeaking 
floors are creaking, 
shutters banging loud.
The wind is blowing,
voices flowing,
rain is pouring down.
 
In a house of darkness
you should not see a thing
but while the lightning strikes, 
everything is plain.
Shadows dancing on the wall, 
a lady walking in the hall, 
a child playing with a ball, 
a man that had a bloody saw
but to someone, I cannot call, 
for there's no one here, 
no one at all.

BY HEATHER ROE

Poem Details | by Sandra Adams |
Categories: christmas, death, december, father, holiday,

Laden in white

thoughts
spiraling
like this snow
in the lash
of december's
bitter breath

downcast eyes
watching
the leaves
gathered
at your grave
laden in white
as they admit
defeat

i struggle
to breathe
in this air
as it kisses
back
with
death's lips

knocked
on my knees
oppressed
memories
waft
in the swells
of eyes
as i lay
a wreath
of emotions
by your side

i sidle
glancing back
as i leave
my only
christmas
spirit
behind


Poem Details | by Janice Canerdy |
Categories: bereavement, happiness, holiday, memory,

Thanksgiving 1999 Thanks



Sometimes it’s hard to choose one memory
to deem the most significant of all.
Thanksgiving, though, is different. I find
that one by far is sweetest to recall.

Thanksgiving 1999 would be
the final holiday we all would share.
We feasted, talked, and dozed all afternoon.
The next year, there would be one empty chair.

Our dying father wouldn’t make it through
the holidays. Though life would never be
the same, I smile remembering that last
Thanksgiving all the family would see.


Date: November 12, 2019

Contest Title: A Thanksgiving Memory Poetry Contest

Sponsor: Regina Riddle



Poem Details | by Dan Keir |
Categories: adventure, angel, beautiful, business, childhood, death, education, fantasy, farewell, freedom, friendship, funeral, funny, growing up, happiness, happy, health, holiday, home, hope, humorous, imagination, inspirational, nostalgia, on writing and words, parody, passion, patriotic, peace, people, philosophy, slam, social, song, sorrow, sorry, spiritual, time, woman,

Ding Dong The Wicked Witch is Dead

Globally, miners jubilantly jump for joy
Smiles on the faces of every girl and boy
The grins of a newly opened Xmas toy
Thatcher’s dead.

Trade unionists bounce along the street
Music blaring and the tapping of feet
From nurses to Bobbies still on the beat
Thatcher’s dead.

Street parties announced in the nation
Satan who brought economic inflation
Is deceased, now’s the time for elation
Thatcher’s dead.

Its times like this I’m sad I’m an atheist
And can only shout and wave my fist
And then go to the pub and get pissed
Thatcher’s dead.

Poem Details | by Courtney Courtney |
Categories: beauty, character, death, death of a friend, depression, desire, faith, family, farewell, fear, god, goodbye, grave, happy, heaven, holiday, home, house, husband, image, inspiration, inspirational, leaving, loneliness, lonely, longing, lost love, love, marriage, men, miss you, missing, missing you, pain, passion, patriotic, prayer,

Last Kiss

Open your eyes to the ever turning skies 
I want to here with me through the night 
My heart yearns into your soul 
Burning as if newly lit coal 
I bravely submerg the embers 
That the time I have can be spent with you 
And I remember each kiss every moment 
I was caught in your love that for just this day I remember 
So what happened was a chance for your love 
A time that I kept in a locket tied with a kiss 
 I wanted you to feel, to love, to slumber 
And to awake in my arms with that times kept bliss 
I lay silient in an umber

Poem Details | by Wyatt Loethen |
Categories: adventure, allegory, animals, dedication, devotion, fear, holiday, hope, natural disasters, passion, philosophy, religion, seasons, sympathy, teen, thank you, war,

Einherjar

 
Another harsh Winter we must face It Matters not, no one can escape Fate Not Even The Gods With Bravery we shall Stand Strong In Care we shall advance onto Vigrid Fenrir Will Lay dead By Dawn's Perch Trim Your Nails, to Prevent Naglfar It's time to suit up; We Are The Einherjar Protector's of Ragnorak The Army of The Gods The Lovers of Valhalla All of Midgard will sing Of our triumph and their Defeat Sadly all will come, In a twinkling To An Utter End Madi, Magni, Sons of Thor Balder, Hod, Residence of Hel Lif, Lifthasir, of Yggdrasil Do us well Remembrance of our noble deeds Is all well enough Sing the Song We Are The Einherjar

Poem Details | by Marty Owens |
Categories: death, holiday, inspirational, life, love, uplifting

Reason for Easter Celebration Footles

Man lost
Paid cost

Great Love
Above

On cross
Such loss

Easter
Feaster

Reason
Season

Prison
Risen

He rose
We chose

Sinner 
Winner

Seven
Heaven

Poem Details | by Doris Culverhouse |
Categories: funeral, funny, holiday, people, people,

People planters

People planters find it hard to tear 
at the loss of your near and  dear

At two hundred percent profits
Devastation gives them fat pockets

Diggers open up the ground
Where people sprouts can be found....

Sprouts or people dust....it is hard to know!?




Poem Details | by millard lowe |
Categories: america, angst, black african american, death, discrimination, grief, murder,

Holiday Mercy


Easter and Remembering King
Are both gone—Today
Another child is shot in the back.
A mother plays his last message
By phone—Another son murdered
For being black.

Poem Details | by Thoubert Larus |
Categories: death, faith, funeral, holiday, life, loss, lost love, timehome, home,

fourth of july

Fourth of July..

Dead bodies, a cry
People must come back home soon…
Enough with the war!


To all of those brave men who will never be home to celebrate our Independence 
day this weekend, and the years to come!

Thoubert!

Poem Details | by Carolyn Devonshire |
Categories: death, holiday, life,

live another year

try to beat the odds
doctors gave me little hope…
     live another year



*Entry for Tracie’s New Year’s Resolution contest     

Poem Details | by Jay Loveless |
Categories: angst, animals, caregiving, childhood, death, dedication, depression, devotion, family, children, funeral, growing up, happiness, health, history, holiday, hope, life, loss, lost love, love, passion, people, pets, sad, love, i love you,

Camille

Wake up to find its not just a dream, 
the morning rips a new wound of reality. 
Forever gone, Forever missing, 
All the regrets building up inside of me. 
I could have been better, 
cause you were the best, 
I love you with everything 
now you took your last breath. 
You went, happily 
and chased the birds over that rainbow bridge, 
I hope your watching from above c
ause when you left you took a part of my heart

...RIP My Beautiful Puppy. I Love You Camille Baby?

Poem Details | by randy johnson |
Categories: christmas, death, dedication, holiday, mom, son,

Merry Christmas, Mom - Part 2

If people ask me if my Christmas will be merry,
My answer to them will be "Not very."
The last Christmas when you were still alive was back in 2012.
My brother and I no longer have you and it's hard on ourselves.

I would give anything if I could spend another Christmas with you.
I know that you'd also love to spend another Christmas with me too.
My life would never be the same on the day when you were dead and buried.
I wish you a Merry Christmas, Mom but sadly, my Christmas won't be merry.

[Dedicated to Agnes Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013.]

Poem Details | by Katherine Stella |
Categories: death, dedication, holiday, imagination, inspirational, life, loss, nostalgia, parody, peace, people, philosophy, places, sad, sympathy, thank you, uplifting, visionary, war

I Remember

Labor Day
honoring those served
with remembrence







Tribute To
Fallen Soldiers
    R.I.P.

Poem Details | by Katherine Stella |
Categories: caregiving, death, dedication, depression, education, family, health, holiday, imagination, life, loss, lost love, love, mystery, parody, peace, people, places, political, sympathy, thank you, visionary, war, work

Life Is No Picnic

the fourth of july
is no kind of picnic for
our fallen soldiers




You Are Not Forgotten


Happy Fourth Of July To All

Poem Details | by M.P. Shaudd |
Categories: grief, holiday, loss,

Sad Comes From Happy

Sad comes from happy
But how can that be
At this time of year
With gifts by the tree

As we look back on life
And its memories
We miss those we've lost
And with teary eyes grieve

Our gift of reflection 
Can feel like a curse
Our happiest times
Can become our worst

For deep in our heart
Lies such a great pain
We'd give all we own 
To hear I love you again

For the greatest of gifts
In this life that we know
Are those we love here
And those Heaven hold

Poem Details | by Neldy Jolo |
Categories: depression, history, holiday, hope, lost love, love, space, sympathy

JOURNEY'S FATE

My trip brought by situation
I became a tourist
To save my life

This is my fate, yes!
I am not a foreigner
To be a stranger

I imagine somehow
I read history
Our land shall be free

To a great land I supposed
To witness a hope that is proposed
Seeing the light of torch

O! People of our land
Stand together for one
Shout! “We are done!”

Independence will come
I am a seeker of truth
The fact shall not do false!  

Let us pray 
Our land to free
Guide not to go astray!


Danica Joy Ship 
Sandakan Port
5:20 PM

Poem Details | by Justin Robbins |
Categories: adventure, art, childhood, death, food, funny, holiday, introspection, mother, nature, on writing and words, passion, places, sad, sea, son, sympathy, uplifting, wife,

Poetry About Poetry

Shades of color bounce within
Singing their hues dancing in place
Vivid lines colored outside
Rules broken with empty space
A midnights dream heard and seen
Gleaming from the twinkle of a eye
Wings touched flown and plucked
Gliding like a bird up in the sky
Wishes from pennies thrown into tears
The reservoir over flowing with pigments of pain
Drowning from the shadows 
The flood paints the day
Words speak volumes of silence hidden
Their sounds blind to what they see
Mirrors of nouns and verbs 
Their meaning and secrets lost at sea
Emotions ruled by laws of language
Spelled in boxes of glass
Melted from sands inside
That voices strangle to grasp

Poem Details | by jospeh z/ lord-vile dupuis |
Categories: dedication, devotion, friendship, girlfriend-boyfriend, happiness, holiday, hope, inspirational, life, loss, lost love, love, passion, peace, people, pets, philosophy, romance, social, sympathy, time, wedding, workmay,

a day to be mindful of

have you ever had that perfect day?
the day when no matter what the world can seem to do no wrong?
when everything seems right?
savour it i tell you!
cherish every last moment of it for tommorow may not be the same,
for you see though you may have one good day,
 many bad days filled with dark emotions shall follow,
however you see,
even though your in a bad spot,
youve had good times,
many of them too,
and nothing on earth,
not evan death can remove them from you,
for moments may last a second,
but memorys last forever.

Poem Details | by randy johnson |
Categories: christmas, dad, death, friend, holiday, mother,

The Best Christmas Present That I've Ever Received

For the last two Christmases, I have grieved.
But in 2012 my friend gave me the best Christmas present that I've ever received.
She gave me a ride to Sneedville so that I could spend Christmas with Mom and Dad.
I was a very fortunate person but sadly, just several months later I lost what I had.
I had no idea that within a matter of months that both Mom and Dad would both be dead.
I spent the last Christmas with my parents, there would be no Christmases ahead.
If Tammy hadn't given me that ride, I wouldn't have been able to be with Mom and Dad on Christmas.
This time of the year is no longer easy for me because what happened filled my heart with darkness.

Poem Details | by Ron Tranmer |
Categories: christmas, death, heaven, holiday,

Christmas With Christ

Merry Christmas up in heaven.
How special it must be,
to celebrate our Savior’s birth
with Him there personally.

I’ll bet there is no Santa Claus,
or stories of reindeer,
but angel’s joyfully singing
about Christ as He stands near.

I miss you most at Christmas time
and know you miss me too.
The Holidays are lonely
and I long to be with you.

But I  know the time will time
when we're together again.
I Patiently await that day.
Merry Christmas until then.

Poem Details | by Jeralynn Clark |
Categories: death, devotion, holiday, mothermother,

Mary's Tribulation

Mary’s Tribulation

She wept from the depths of her bowels
For the child she brought into fruition.
Not knowing in her love,
She would witness the greatest of all sacrifices.
Tortured nerves washed with vinegar.
Nails driven through meridians to increase the pain.
PAIN, oh so great, oh so long,
That a Mother would die herself...
Beneath the cross

She wept and her heart broke in angst,
His purpose to teach mankind.
Her witness to His Love.
So great, the task, His life
His walk, so brief on earth.
Yet thousands of years, the story retold
Eternal salvation unfolds.
That a Mother would die herself...
Beneath the cross.



Poem Details | by Danielle White |
Categories: death, fantasy, holiday

Undead Footle

Undead,
misled.


(for the Frightful Footle contest)


©Danielle White

Poem Details | by lydia Chang |
Categories: death, holiday, life,

Tortured Jack

Slowly singled out
Squash are sawed and set alight
All for one dark night