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Poem Details | by Just That Archaic Poet |
Categories: death, god, life, men, poets,

Answer Me This

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?



Poem Details | by Ray Dillard |
Categories: courage, death, war, men,

Remember the Alamo

The Texans weren't supposed to be
 Holding the old mission.
Sam Houston sent Jim Bowie there.
 Said he had a vision.

Bowie wanted to save the fort.
 So did Colonel Travis.
They say when Santa Anna came
 Carnage there was massive.

Two hundred men would die that day.
 One was Davey Crockett.
He couldn't save the Alamo.
 Too few men to stop it.

Santa Anna won the battle,
 Taking back the city.
He killed each and every soldier.
 Showing them no pity.

Santa Anna was defeated
 Outside San Jacento.
The Texans bore the battle cry,
 Remember Alamo!

1/15/2013
RAY

Poem Details | by Chuck Novotny |
Categories: death, introspection,

When Young Men Die

When young men meet with
inexplicably sudden and biting ends,
     not the whitewashed passing of those long in the tooth,
     the silver-maned for whom all mourning may expire at death;
that burrowed-under-the-skin ache
where labored breath takes speechless flight
and bids farewell to carefree thought -
that a God of love
carries my heavy heart
seems inadequate in its wake.

Poem Details | by Tony Brady |
Categories: death, destiny, forgiveness, judgement, life, love, memory,

Men stumble

Born from a line of kings,
to be the Messiah or the antichrist,
or something equally as great.

I have fallen from the path that was laid before me,
but I will not, I cannot,
fail my fate.

My eyes have been forced wide open,
so my realities I must face.

And for all of those who are hoping,
that I’ll take my rightful place.

I have failed you for now,
yes, I have let you down,
but I am still alive.

So please hold on and forgive my wrongs,
and I will lead us toward the skies.

I will give my everything,
that I have to give,
because I know you are worth this love.

Then we can dance,
in the Golden halls,
and sing of what once was.


Poem Details | by Gerald Nforche |
Categories: death, depression, earth, men,

The Face of Death

Beheld thee ever the face of Death?
Felt thee the cold haunting breathe?
Hasth thee looked through the hollow eyes
And shivered Upon hearing the astral cries?

Take but a moment, just a moment
And close thy eyes and reflect.
The almighty by his hand spinned Earth
And therein obliviously placed Death.

Now, beheld thee ever  the face of Death?
Felt thee the cold haunting breathe
When thee gape through the misty mirror
At thy skeleton's dramatic error?

Hasth thee watched the lips hitch
And heard the Medusan screech?
Hasth thee looked through the hollow eyes
And seen with fright thy dreadful face?

Poem Details | by Zack Dicks |
Categories: death, political, men,

Class Divide

Poor  men  with  wealthy  lives  are  low  dead
Dead  and  poor  low  mens  lives  were  wealthy 
Wealthy  dead  with  lives  poor  were  low  men
Low  and  wealthy  men  had  dead  poor  lives
Lives  low  remembering  poor  wealthy  dead  men
Wealthy  lives  are  dead  those  low  poor  men
Poor  lives  are  dead  those  low  wealthy  men

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 Rainbow Promise |
Categories: absence, brother, death, father, grave, jesus,

MEN WITH THE SAME NAME


                        Here lies too great gentlemen, father and son.
                  Named after Edgar Alan Poe, so great a man was he.
                       But now, alas! They are now where Poe is,
            There spirits having returned to God until that Glorious Day.

Poem Details | by George Maris |
Categories: angel, bereavement, betrayal, conflict, confusion,

Mouse Or Men

In a labyrinth, the heart reveals its beauty,
its center a mystery.
The belly of the beast must be full of devastation.
It still hungers for more, tasting its last prey.
Soon it will stop and there will be silence.
Shivering in the corner, like a mouse captured by the light.
Caught in its betrayal, like a thief before the jury.
Exposing  scars, beating rhythm in the heart.

Poem Details | by Rachel Kovacs |
Categories: allah, brother, daughter, death, faith, father, funeral, grief, life, loss, religion, sister, war, women, men,

Ashes to Ashes

From ashes
she rises, 
absolving
cleansing, 
face, hands, feet.
Four months, 
Ten days, 
She mourns.
She weeps.

She clothes herself now
in an adornment of white
bowing privately, 
praying fervently, 
as bitter fumes
of acetone
seep beneath the door.

Her source is god.
Her destination is god.
She pleads with god now
for peace
As men mix and pour
A holocaust
Just outside her door.

Her sisters wail.
They bathe her lifeless arms
And shroud her
as Iris Albicans- 
Exotic, 
Fragile, 
Pure.

The imam, he stands, 
Praying silently
As men convey her
towards Mecca.
From ashes to ashes
And dust to dust.
From ashes to ashes
And dust to dust.

Poem Details | by jeffery scott |
Categories: death, men, pain, strength, veterans day, violence, war,

war

i wittnessed a war just yesterday,
being the reason for much dismay,
i'm sorry for all the death and blood,
and all the soldiers in the mud,
i wish i could stop it just can't be done,
i'll need everybody including a nun,
i'll need jesus to forgive our sins,
that knock us down like bowling pins,
i'll need everybody to read this poem,
in hopes that all the soldiers get back home.

Poem Details | by cari vodicka |
Categories: art, childhood, death, fear, health, men, men,

frozen

im not looking for anger
im not looking for grief
im looking for respect
in a lonesome sheath
of wisdom without knowing
a wolf in sheeps clothing 
why do u think i dye my hair
im taking over one way or another
so to be blonde 
it makes the men stare 
ive been brunette 
they r stareing else where
so girls get youre poses 
the prettiest girl knows this
the men think they r chosen 
but women know 
their men are frozen

Poem Details | by Volodymyr Knyr |
Categories: color, death, humorous, men, military, soldier, youth,

Marines

An aspiring marine 
is assuredly green, 
but he's not as much green 
as a drowned marine.

Volodymyr Knyr
2014

Poem Details | by dani wil |
Categories: grief, holocaust, loss, recovery from...,

The Tin Men

The tin men
in a fortress of smoke.
Death all around,
hungry for oil.

Their eyes in the storm
divide and cleanse
to be dragged into the mud
once again.

It rumbles on.
One and another,
one ceases, 
one gets stronger.

A rainbow of shoes, 
the broken tin men.

Poem Details | by Serge Belinsky |
Categories: death, freedom, god, humanity, men, military, mirror, peace, power, soldier, time, world,

Time of Mankind

Cruel times, cruel hearts of fighters
Going to death under the orders of the fathers,
For the blood that binds them,
Both the brothers who fell and friends still alive,

Brutal century, cruel eyes of the war, 
Staring with soulless of Satan on the human world,
Yeah heard journalists huskiness news,
Yes does not relieve the anxiety of the soldiers' mothers,
Who are waiting for years for news of the children.

Is it possible the war to stop?
All sufferers to give a lot?
Blow out bonfires, bridges to restore?

But the smell of the blood strong for the sharks,
Give no rest, so sweet it is.



Poem Details | by Norman Crocker |
Categories: career, death,

3 Old Men

3 old men
sit in funeral home
alone

Poem Details | by John Posey |
Categories: tribute, men, men,

The Men Who Died Too Soon

The flag flies over this land of the brave and the free
as a symbol of the liberty enjoyed by you and me.
It flutters in the breeze of a quiet afternoon
reflecting sounds of battles in which men died too soon.

The flag flies overhead in cities and in towns
where people seek a haven from worlds turned upside-down.
It tries, gallantly, to honor, on quiet afternoons,
memories of warriors -- young men who died too soon.

The flag flies overhead -- unseen, by some, it seems,
who hurry on their separate ways in search of private dreams.
It waves farewell then, it appears, with the rise of the evening moon,
it gently reaches out to touch the men who died too soon.

Poem Details | by Samuel Lee |
Categories: death, funeral, gender, men, sorrow, war, women,

Funeral Rites

He asked her why they allow it,
How they could be subordinate to a woman.

“They would never take you seriously.” 

She smiled and turned her face,
Moved her stare toward the sea.

“The women bury the dead
The men simply make all the bodies.”

After a while,
The violence catches up to you.

After a while,
There are no more men.

Only bodies.  

Poem Details | by Jaafar Sadig El Waad |
Categories: death, evil, loss, men, violence,

THE INVISIBLE

(An unanswerableQuestion)
Dedicated to those who have been suffering from fits in my Country

Invisible, bound to dwell in a separate dim world of strange things, 
Why possess human beings transforming them into ghosts and prisons 
Where Strange games of fits, deliquium, howling images of black cats 
And owls daily govern exposing to hallucinations, nakedness and death?

Dla, November 17, 2014
Jaafar Sadig el Waad

Poem Details | by Betty Harp Butler |
Categories: death, heaven,

Why Do Good Men Die Young

The world has need of good men.
So why do they die so young?
Does God need them to fill a place up in heaven?
Or is he promoting them as in a song.

We shall have a crown-
And have golden slippers to wear.
In heaven, all is peace and joy,
No more burdens will we have to bear.

Poem Details | by Demetrios Trifiatis |
Categories: death, men,

THE JUST KING







Absolute monarch he is

His subjects the law obey

For equally are treated,

Death is the just king!







(c) Demetrios Trifiatis
       12 August 2016


7-7-7-5

Poem Details | by Volodymyr Knyr |
Categories: death, humorous, men, people, poets, woman, women,

The rest

Usually the best 
is among the rest.

Volodymyr Knyr 
2014

Poem Details | by Dean Walker |
Categories: adventure, death, devotion, history, people, places, social,

God Save The Minute Men

The squelching heat has of no effect
on the air-conditioned Minute Men
as they survey the desert land.
Keeping ever vigilant 
against the alien brown skins
that endlessly cross their borders. 
These pressed khaki pant militias
devoutly scour the arid passageways
equipped with bottled water,
binoculars, and cell phones.
Guarding the roads
to the ancient canyons of the Navajo 
and the Peabody Mining Company.
Or through the Mexican Missions 
that predate California.
Territory good Anglo American's 
recently inherited
from the parents of rape and murder.
God bless America
and God save the Minute Men.



Dean Walker

Poem Details | by Michi Watts |
Categories: absence, depression, desire, dream, for her, grief, growing up, heartbroken, i love you, identity, innocence, loneliness, lonely, longing, loss, lost love, love, men, pain, sad love, sorrow, stress, student, truth, youth,

Dear Nameless Boy

Dear Nameless Boy,
All I wanted was to see you smile
Your heart to sore next to mine
We are we are we are we are……
Classified 
Do you know what I’m classified as?
I am the loner goth….
Do you know your classification?
Out of my league, handsome, jock, and blind….
Oh so blind to the girls who want to use and lose you
Can things get worse?
You settle with what you know
Pain….Disappointment….Loneliness….
All of those things I would like to take from you
I can replace it with Happiness….Joy….Comfort….
Where are we?
We are we are we are we are……
Worlds apart or just sitting at the next lunch table?
You just can’t see what you don’t know.

					Signed, 
					         The Never Existed Love 

Poem Details | by Sara Kendrick |
Categories: allegory, death, faith

Dead Men Come Alive

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                                                  White-washed sepulchers
                                              Full of decaying men's bones...
                                                  Come alive Spring's here