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Poem Details | by
Line Gauthier |
Categories:
conflict, dark, grief, irony, people, perspective,
just looking
for opportunities
to misinterpret
and distort
every word
looking for a reason
any excuse
to be miserable
as if there isn’t
enough grief
in the world already
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Posted on June 2, 2019
Poem Details | by
Gershon Wolf |
Categories:
death, fire, home, irony, light,
Fire destroyed my home
Flames engulfed my possessions
Fire seared a hole in my heart
Wildfires ravage a forest
Trees, wildlife, vegetation
Scorched earth's ruination...
For thousands of years
Fire's been a dear
Friend, a welcome
Companion
She's warmed our homes
Cooked our meals
Lit our dwellings
And the whole Commonweal's
Fire can be such a positive force
Pains taken to keep it on course
Unleashed, nothing much is worse
Poem Details | by
Jacob Reinhardt |
Categories:
abuse, age, art, business, career, change, class, color, computer, conflict, death, depression, devotion, flower, green, happiness, introspection, irony, jobs, language, loneliness, lonely, longing, metaphor, nature, pain, philosophy, political, poverty, self, simile, slavery, social, society, spiritual, stress, technology, time, today, together, truth, urban, visionary, wisdom, work, world,
The Color Missing
Red, black, and blue are the colors of our work pens. Red is the color of the blood we spill on other people’s mistakes. Blue is the color of the songs we sing on tax forms or pay stubs- every page has a secret melody. Black is the color of the streets we fear most. Black is the color of our signature of approval. Black is the color of our death.
‘But what about the Green pens?’ I ask. They say ‘the ink is too hard to see.’
Poem Details | by
Daniel Human |
Categories:
africa, death, irony, technology,
Isn’t it ironic?
That the plague called the bubonic
Killed the man but not the rat
And did not even kill the cat
That caught and killed the guilty rat
Isn’t it ironic?
That in this age of the electronic
Ebola is running unabated
It’s deathly thirst left quite unslated
Just like the plague as earlier stated
Isn’t it ironic?
That in this age of progress so terrific
A plague is not spread by a rat
Nor by bat and not by cat
But by technology - imagine that!
Poem Details | by
A.O. Taner |
Categories:
beautiful, beauty, courage, cute love, dark, deep, depression, desire, destiny, devotion, dream, first love, funny love, grief, happiness, heart, heartbreak, heartbroken, how i feel, i am, i love you, i miss you, innocence, irony, jealousy, lonely, longing, loss, lost, love, love hurts, miss you, missing, missing you, night, passion, psychological, romance, romantic, sad, sad love, silence, sky, sleep, solitude, sunset, true love,
have you ever felt like
the flashing red light on the roof,
lonely as ever
visible at night, useless by day?
in sync with its partner next door
for a quick kiss over a few flashes only
then arguing again and again
night in, night out.
have you ever felt like
the flashing red light on the roof,
not signaling a warning to keep away
but sending a call for compassion?
using the dark pauses in between
to yell the same name
over and over and over
into the emptiness of each night.
have you ever felt like
the flashing red light on the roof,
being your silent cry
only heard by your eternal love?
Poem Details | by
Dah Helmer |
Categories:
abuse, character, death of a friend, destiny, irony, perspective, world,
To those who forgive me
I loathe you
for you are weak
No
your voices are not worthy
you spineless living
dead things
worthless as dumb dogs
If not incarcerated
I would do it again
would squeeze everything
out of you
land
pride
dignity
your life
No do not say you forgive me
you are not gods
You have no power to forgive
you are impotent
After I vanish
I will haunt you to your deaths
and there
I will be waiting
to squeeze the light from your soul
until nothing but darkness
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from my 6th book-length ms.
"Dictator" was first published in
'The Recusant ' (UK)
Poem Details | by
JAN ALLISON |
Categories:
clothes, death, irony, snow,
When out walking it started to snow
I’d forgotten to take my chapeau
With nothing on my head
Got frozen, soon lay dead
Hypothermia killed me you know!
As I was out walking in the snow contest
Sponsored by Kevin shaw
Dark humour for the contest
2/16/18
Poem Details | by
Ann Foster |
Categories:
cute, december, grave, irony, light, magic, metaphor,
Cockleburs
Small green weeds,
with little seed pots,
that stick to your socks.
They travel with you,
to the next place,
that God wants them to go.
Not all things are useful,
but some are to be used.
This is an explanation,
regarding green things.
They are the first,
to break through the snow.
Dandelions... don't you know.
One of many,
every kind,
sticking up through
rocks, new vines.
Bees,
hungry for spring...
and the newness of life.
Our King,
his Presence in everything!
The very large, the incredibly small,
His Hand is upon it all.
You and me,
weeds set free...
living just to see,
His majesty.
Poem Details | by
Line Gauthier |
Categories:
grief, hate, irony, meaningful, perspective, spoken word,
Tongue lashings are bitter
they hurt and injure
Gnawing at both the heart
of victim and abuser
With each hostile strike
both hearts bruise and deaden
Hostility a most deadly poison
injected as cheeks redden
No word of a lie striking a chord
You live by the sword you die by the sword
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on December 6, 2019, for contest IF YOU LIVE BY THE SWORD THEN YOU DIE BY THE SWORD sponsored by SILENT ONE - RANKED 1ST
Poem Details | by
A.O. Taner |
Categories:
boyfriend, desire, destiny, girlfriend, good morning, good night, grief, happy, heartbreak, heartbroken, humanity, i love you, i miss you, identity, imagination, inspiration, inspirational, irony, jealousy, joy, light, lost love, love, love hurts, meaningful, miss you, missing, missing you, motivation, night, nostalgia, perspective, philosophy, relationship, repetition, romance, romantic, sunset, truth,
it's not the sun that rises each morning
it's my mind setting into the light;
it's not the sun that sets each evening
it's her soul rising onto the night.
Poem Details | by
Jeinara Odonio |
Categories:
absence, art, blue, dark, desire, devotion, earth, emotions, eulogy, eve, feelings, hope, how i feel, howl, i love you, image, irony, joy, loneliness, lonely, longing, memory, missing, moon, night, pain, passion, poems, relationship, romantic, stars,
She watched as the earth fell asleep
Waited for the yellow moon
soft kisses of unfaithful wind..
Images..Images on her head
Nostalgic memory of a forgotten love
Flashes of things she tried to forget..
Her eyes caught the reflection of the moon
locked inside the rain on her cheek..
She was standing alone..
Her grieving heart sought
solace from the moon
She petitioned the stars
Where is he this very night?
Cruel..oh so cruel..
Beneath the silence of the sky
she bowed her head and cried..
Poem Details | by
Danielle Wise Baxter |
Categories:
future, goodbye, happiness, inspirational, irony, leaving, metaphor, relationship, romance, stars, success, symbolism, sympathy, thank you, wisdom,
The sun has learned
to nevermore interfere
with the moon
and its stars
To give it a whole world
because the sun
doesn't need to stand in the way,
when it has free reign
of the entire universe.
Poem Details | by
Trevor McLeod |
Categories:
assonance, bereavement, character, crazy, identity, introspection, irony,
Me, myself and I
were talking to myself
when I asked me a question
and he was not himself.
He, himself and him
was questioning himself
when he spoke much like me
and I was less myself.
She, herself and her
was talking to ourselves
Leaving us to wonder
who was who's own self.
They, themselves and them
joined us in themselves
and now we were together
in being our own selves.
Poem Details | by
A.O. Taner |
Categories:
absence, adventure, beautiful, car, confusion, culture, cute love, death, dream, fear, feelings, heart, heartbreak, heartbroken, heaven, imagination, inspirational, irony, love, love hurts, metaphor, passion, remember, scary, sleep, smart, solitude, travel, urban, women,
I fell asleep in my dream
at the wheel,
unfolded maps on the car's floor
to wake up to her smile
not once but twice.
Poem Details | by
Pin Dew |
Categories:
death, emotions, goodbye, irony, me, pain, sorrow,
A play ends just, a wretched play, that I’m no more.
And you yourself, with vex, dismay, that I’m no more?
Bleeding grass, burning air, woods ashen, and you weeping,
It’s a bit too convenient, nay, that I’m no more?
The letter with the rhymeless elegy-- it’s soaked,
I hardly muse now, what you’ll say, that I’m no more!
Stranded and shifting, quite like light on water, Dew,
Reflection mine, why do you stay, when I’m no more?
-Pin Dew (02/05/2017)
Note: Experimental Ghazal- The lines are in Iambic Hexameter. Usually, English Ghazals follow Syllabic Prosody, but here I am using Accentual-Syllabic Prosody.
Poem Details | by
Kolawole Owoigbe |
Categories:
adventure, africa, black african american, class, color, community, education, emotions, evil, fairy, good night, goodbye, hope, identity, image, imagery, imagination, inspirational, irony, memory, mystery, poetry, political, poverty, remember, repetition, sad, satire, sympathy,
Why this boat?
Could it be boat of destitution?
Conveying Epidemics, Hunger, Rags,
Malnutrition and Illiteracy.
Descend from me!
Banish from my world!
You cursed word!
You that called education a"Privilege"!
Patrimony of ghetto!
W.H.O called you "Lion of Africa",
U N called you "Agenda ".
Predicament to black,
Livelihood to white.
Harking to conviction,
Capsize and rise no more.
For "Black Rose" to smile again
On the land of plenty.
Poem Details | by
Mel Brake |
Categories:
death, god, life, sky, war, world, world war ii,
In one day it was announced
that life could be found on other planets
was the same day that the government dropped a bomb called the mob
What life that God gives
the GoDvernment takes away
Irony in the skies
Irony in the skies
Like shoo fly pie
Nothing last forever
Run your behind and hide
What life that God gives
the Godvernment takes away in stride
Poem Details | by
Keith Dovoric |
Categories:
age, fear, funeral, funny, hyperbole, irony, motivation,
I wanna live to a hundred-and-three
A minor footnote in history
Oh yeah
I wanna live to a hundred-and-six
They’ll bury my bones among the sticks
Oh yeah
I wanna live to a hundred-and-nine
My blood just like fermented wine
Oh yeah
I wanna live to a hundred-and-twelve
Baby I’ll never kill myself
Oh no
I wanna live to a hundred-fifteen
Ride in some futuristic limousine
Oh yeah
I wanna live to a hundred-and-twenty
Food for flowers in the Land of Plenty
Oh yeah
I wanna live to one-twenty-five
All you gotta do is survive
Oh yeah
Poem Details | by
The Grahamburglar |
Categories:
anxiety, crazy, grief, hyperbole, irony, nonsense, senses,
Here comes the silence.
Shoving its way through the crowd to greet me.
Like a tsunami would greet a stony cliff.
What an impetuous, impertinent lull...
Settling itself on my head like a heavy blanket.
Suffocating my ears.
Should I scream?
I should scream.
But there's no sound.
Just unceremonious reverie.
Just silence.
That raucous, deafening silence.
Until the world turns.
Negligibly.
A motion indiscernible.
Except for the sound it makes.
Poem Details | by
Ivor Davies |
Categories:
conflict, death, humanity, introspection, irony, people, violence,
If all mankind were madmen
and nobody was sane
the world would be an awful place
where life would be in vain.
No reason for our actions,
Except from twisted brain,
with people doing stupid things
and making chaos reign.
It’s not a pretty picture,
not the one I’d like to see,
are we all not lucky folks
to have our sanity.
But the world can be an awful place
where madness can be found,
death and destruction common ground
for those who look around.
The reasons for this misery
is pretty clear to see,
some wish us all to think like them
...that’s not insanity?
Ivor G Davies
Poem Details | by
Nadine Fababier |
Categories:
death, loss, lost love, teen
I can still hear the song of the spring breeze...
About a love went wrong
When two hearts hid for so long...
Now I hear the requiem's gong
Poem Details | by
cathy aaron |
Categories:
abuse, addiction, angst, betrayal, depression, fear, grief, how i feel, identity, irony, loss, me, pain, sad, symbolism,
Oh little pill that makes the death in me spring to life!! Oh how I love to taste your bitter love and wear the handcuffs you've gifted me with! Oh little pill that decides who I will be today!! Thank you so much little pill for all of your sweet numbness and Please,Please never walk away from me because without you my little pill---I would have to feel. Please little pill I don't want to feel....anything...ever again.
Poem Details | by
JAN ALLISON |
Categories:
family, funeral, irony,
his will is now read
‘vultures’ stand round his coffin ...
pennies from heaven
Inspired by 'families' contest but not for contest!
1st May 2016
Poem Details | by
mazhar butt |
Categories:
angst, betrayal, corruption, grief, irony, me, satire,
Rozan e diwaar mein na der me tha
mera dushman mere apne ghar me tha.
Mar ke bhi hum to nibhayen ge wafa
Bus yehi sauda samaya sur me tha.
Ye sila mehmaanoan ne mujh ko diya
woh the qaabiz ghar pe aur baher mein tha
Apne hee baazu na jab apne rehay
Apne hee mein khauf mein tha der mein tha
Woh hunar jo kar gaya unko amar
meer o ghalib me bhi tha Mazhur me tha.
Poem Details | by
Carol Davis |
Categories:
death, irony, metaphor,
the gloves lay on the dresser
the strand of pearls nearby
her necklace went everywhere
but today there it would lie
a gift from her lover
she always told it that way
more truth it was her fiancé
to wear on their wedding day
a symbol that he adored her
“Get my pearls,” she would say
each pearl a year plus two
lives entwined come what may
the jewelry box filled with
exquisite and divine swirls
no piece meant more to her
than a single strand of pearls
fastened the clasp the last time
her lover was waiting now interred
today she will lie beside him forever
wearing the pearls that he gave her