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One windy night upon my breast
I felt the kiss of winter’s breath
A breath that blew me into flight
Upon my breast one windy night
A leaf once green now bathed in red
With coat of spring and summer shed
True color bursting at the seams
Now bathed in red a leaf once green
Upon your breath I learned to fly
A flame of glory in the sky
Not knowing that the price was death
I learned to fly upon your breath
But all too soon I came and went
The seasons of my life were spent
A bud in spring that came to bloom
I came and went - but all too soon
Author: Elaine Cecelia George
autumn, birth, death, life, nature, tree,
Painting sky before I was born,
Draping my grave in leaf and acorn.
Sponsor: Rick Parise
like nature in spring
begins the season of life
winter a blessing
where memories are best kept
waiting the resurrection
© Harry J Horsman 2018
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.
Leo Larry Amadore
angst, childhood, death, depression, family, father, hope, introspection, life, loss, nostalgia,
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.
black african american, death, life, loss, love, sad, teen, girl, girl,
One night a guy & a girl were
driving home from the movies. The
boy sensed there was
something wrong because of the painful
silence they shared between them
that night. The girl then asked the boy to pull over
because she wanted to talk. She told him that her
feelings had changed & that it was time to move on.
A silent tear slid down his cheek as he
slowly reached into his pocket & passed her a folded note.
At that moment, a drunk driver was speeding down
that very same street. He swerved
right into the drivers seat, killing the boy.
Miraculously, the girl survived. Remembering the note, she
pulled it out & read it.
"Without your love, I would die."
daughter, death, depression, father, girlfriend-boyfriend, hope, husband, life, loss, lost love, mother, sad, wife
What makes the decision
To flick the switch
To end ones life
For the sake of it
Bullied at school
Fork in the road
To let death rule
Daughters and sons
What ever affects them
They just can't outrun
Sadness and tears
By all left behind
Will they ever understand
angel, death, grief,
Today another angel got her wings
Promoted for a job well done on earth
Rejoice! In heaven, all the angels sing
His grace has filled her with angelic mirth
Though quickly earth reclaims the pyre's ash
How swift the ceaseless seasons of the sun
Grief fades and loneliness becomes the lash
A harsh reminder of that special one
But in our times of sad and dark despair
Our angel fans the dying flame of love
No longer suffering, her joy she shares
Reminding us she's waiting up above
This life is for the living, not the dead
Our day will come, when no more tears are shed
June 21 2019
death, friendship, imagination, death, death, life,
Life and death across the sky
some must live and some
Broken wings and slivers
Shredded hopes the
wind is blowing
Feathers flying, hear the
Of the Night Hawk
through it all
Terror blotting out
Life and death across the
sky some will live and some will die.
M. L. Kiser
appreciation, bird, birth, death, life, spiritual, symbolism,
To live forever like the phoenix;
To re-taste the process of birth;
From the cleansing flames, to rise
Knowing death is no end;
An eternal soul
On a journey
May just find
blessing, death, divorce, hope, life, pain,
No matter how distressing
Everything comes with a blessing
A bitter divorce
seems wrenching, of course
Yet through its crucible of fire
you can emerge inspired
Both legs blown off in the war
What's left to live for --
See what you have that remains
your whole upper body
and all of your brain
The death of a child so painful to bear
For the longest time you just sit and stare
No easy 'answers' to comfort you
but perhaps there's this ~
You're still here for a reason, that's not to be missed
M. L. Kiser
birth, death, life,
The intricate web
Of life has been spun;
It’s twists and turns hold,
Keys to our very
Existence on Earth.
How we are formed,
Born, survive and
Die and purpose,
In life’s grand scheme.
CONTEST NO 505,any form,any theme,upto a max of 20 lines Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Kurt Philip Behm
What I knew before birth
I will know after death
This slight pause called life
—where the soul takes a breath
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2018)
appreciation, death, encouraging, feelings, inspiration, introspection, life,
If you appreciate others, tell them now,
While it still can add to their sense of self-worth.
To wait is a mistake many make because
No one knows how much time they have left on earth.
If you admire her kind generosity,
Or how he selflessly gives to those with needs;
Letting them know sooner rather than later,
Encourages them to do other good deeds.
Gratitude has positive ripple effects;
Expanding circles - lives we affirm and touch.
Avoid regrets about dearly departed,
By telling them now they matter and how much.
Submitted: February 10, 2017
grief, life, mystery,
When the blackest nightmares were realized
and bitter truth pierced cracked, brittle armor
When candles of last hope flickered and faded
and darkness closed on the edge of vision
When despair careened towards insanity
and aching fists and fingers began to slip
When the abyss called, a mighty hand reached
and lifted me silent to higher ground
death, lost love, love,
of autumns’ sweet refrain-
That break beneath
a weight too much
I tread in solitude
and mourning there-
Along a path
of maple trees
and scented air-
I recall the life
that we once shared-
the twilight hours
the beauty of it all-
that softly falls-
In loving memory of:
My Father - Harold George
Oct 27, 1927 - August 11, 2003
on melting snow
first cherry blossom
withers too soon
mum ties pink ribbons
to the white casket
on melting snow
first cherry blossom
withers too soon
mum unties ribbons
from empty cot-bed
Inspired by Chris`tanka contest,not for the contest
angst, death, introspection, life,
Light splashes on windowpane…
Leaving nothing behind
No pattern or trace…
If only those tears
Anguishly wept for you…
Upon your deathbed
Had washed away…
Cleansing the pain
That even now abrades my spirit…
death, inspirational, life, meaningful, time, today, wisdom,
What is to come
if not tomorrow,
when all is left is
no time to borrow
Moments remain still
nothing else matters,
seconds stop ticking
and yesterday shatters
Was today really lived
even any memory made,
as mundane and routine
overshadow and fade
Death only comes
when we never live,
dwelling on pain
all becoming negative
Throwing away hours
and wasting a minute,
the time of your life
is surely not infinite
Live relentlessly until
the last breath is taken,
dream on and on again
until illusion is shaken
Be left with memories
not regret or sorrow,
in time for today
if not tomorrow.
analogy, birth, creation, devotion, earth, flower, nature,
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
Francis J Grasso
death, grief, life, lost love, motivation, moving on,
The calm that comes with morning light.
Lying here... from an untroubled night.
Alone, awake after restful sleep.
No tears left, no tears to weep.
Dreaming where dreams were never seen.
Free from all that might have been.
By myself with a pristine heart,
to begin again; a brand new start.
No more fear as I arise.
No sadness here to burn my eyes.
Only peace to guide my way.
No more guilt to mar the day.
My spirit rises in the sun,
as life again has just begun.
I wait while wandering in empty dreams,
where everyone is lost and dying slow.
And in the distance are, unheard, the screams
of anguished souls I’ll never come to know.
The winds blow hot or cold here, rarely cool.
Leaves flutter out of sight, disintegrate.
Relief, if ever found, is minuscule.
I do not even know for what I wait!
I’m drifting with the leaves as they change hue,
concealed among them as they fall to ground.
And as they crumble, I’ll be crumbling too,
alone (as souls unknown hear not my sound).
I ramble lost inside this wait I keep,
unwilling to awaken from this sleep.
I Might Be a Tree
In twenty years I pray I won't be gone
placed six feet beneath a manicured lawn
I'd much prefer to give old death the slip
To guzzle life instead of just a sip
Mind and spirit together playing song
I'll rest a bit but not for very long
You see, there is so much I wish to do
Yes many years can feel like just a few
The company of those I truly love
will lift my spirits like a flying dove
The flowers that I plant will be in bloom
Beauty will surround me in every room
The ground might open up and swallow me
Don't worry I'll reach up and be a tree!
For Brenda's "You 20 Years from now" contest.
Just That Archaic Poet
death, god, life, men, poets,
My life surpassed, fades long, yet fast
(Below the dirt, my coffin's cast)
Despite how deep, however vast
I'll dwell inside that vacant mass
It's only He that understands,
The One that gave me Poet's hands
So tell me please, if you can-
How from dust arose a Man?
The dark is not so dark without a light
If you let your eyes adjust
Then you can really hear the crickets sing