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Poem Details | by john bogard |
Categories: children, death, star,

to my children

When the clock tops ticking
When the pump stops heaving,
When I go to my last sleep,
When no wind comes from the heap,

Don’t you feel sad,
Don’t you feel mad,
But rather be glad,
For nothing is bad.

From where I will be,
Though you can’t see,
I’ll be with you,
Helping you through.

So think of me always,
As bathing in sunrays,
Happy in my new ways,
Smiling  to you through a haze.

I’ll be with you still,
Not in flesh but in will,
Speaking to you, it will seem,
While you sleep and dream.

So close your eyes and pray,
You’re almost there already,
I’ll be thinking of you,
Patiently awaiting you.


Poem Details | by Steven Riley |
Categories: death, my children, wife,

The absence of touch

The absence of touch attaches itself 
To the narrow whisper of his heart beat. 
Footprints echo in loving embrace 
Of his fathers mummified conscience
There are memories that rise like the sun 
On days when the leaves aren't kept
There are days when the rain won't come
All he wants to do is look outside And see him starring back.

Poem Details | by Les Pruitt |
Categories: abuse, allah, america, betrayal, child, conflict, confusion, culture, death, emotions, evil, fear, feelings, children, god, grief, immigration, international, loss, march, memory, missing you, my child, my children, pain, peace, political, spiritual,

THE VERDICT

Copyright © 2013
07/17/2013

Skittles and a soda
against a gun in its holster?

One day that scream
will be known as a teen
not a heinous lying Fein

What a sinister ploy and twist
with a loaded gun and no fist?

Had everyone sitting and waiting
doomed by a verdict just delaying

Was this just an optical illusion
or, a devious planned conclusion?

Now, this generation too afraid
wearing hoodies will get you dead

But, the Klan was still glad
hoodies they've always had

A verdict they too saw,
ushering in martial law


by: LP
edited: 7/30/13

Poem Details | by Kaitlyn Fox |
Categories: death, life, love, spoken word,

How I Will Explain Death to my Children

Everyday Life sends Death countless gifts because she misses him,
and Death holds on to them forever as a reminder of his love for her. 

They fell in love a long time ago
and have become two star-crossed lovers trying to defy mortality.
They have written a timeless love story,
one of undivided devotion that has survived millenniums
and is still considered the greatest of them all. 

Maybe Life was missing Death more than usual today;
maybe she had to send him an extra special soul as a reminder of just how much she loves him.


Poem Details | by Just That Archaic Poet |
Categories: children, grave, love, my children, pets,

You Love Me More Than You Love Yourself

Oh, my children; precious babes!
I've placed all your pictures on the shelf
And as I wander toward my grave
(I realize)
You love me more than you love yourself...

Poem Details | by Jimmi Canada |
Categories: angst, depression, drug, grief, little sister, lost, metaphor, my children, race, rap, world war ii,

The fitness

Jumping the jam,

I am peter pan,

doing a man,

don't know his name at this dam.


Down-stream is a clam,

up is a nap-

I creak when I walk,

never stop for talk,

just smoke a lot,

and hope for a magical robot,
to intercept the hotness right outta the golf.


Reading a lot,

speeding at the shop,

rotating at the main evacuation,

suffocating during masterb#***$!

Stoning without stoners to bank it,

waiting for sin to just spank it!

I read the riddles,
and rape the shingles-

right off red roofs,
of old men sitting in bagels.

I retort the regime,

I run from the scene,

I do all the same drugs,

I hate all the same thugs.

 

					

Poem Details | by Danielle Fenske |
Categories: cancer, death, grief, heaven, love, mom, mother, my children,

Coins from Heaven

My beautiful child...
this reminder is for you.
As you go about your days,
one thing you must do...

I'm tossing coins from Heaven.
They'll fall upon the ground.
Stop and collect them,
my love, you now have found!

I'll place them in your 
path from time to time;
It may be a nickle,
a penny or dime.

The coins value doesn't matter-
it's my secret message to you;
that even in life's noisiest chatter,
My Love will carry you through.

So when you see a coin;
pick it up, smile and say-
"my mom sent me her love,
she's never far away".

Poem Details | by Teresa Harr-Pena |
Categories: caregiving, death, life, visionary,

A Mansion For My Children

In my Will 
My final request
My kids know
What I want best

Sell all I have
Except my truck
It's going with me
With a little luck

Stocks, bonds
All my houses, land too
Keeping 10 acres
And build a mansion for all of you

If there's any fighting
My parents will take hold
Grab you by the neck
Throw you out into the cold

Life Insurance is plenty
But it will go to someone in my past
For our life together didn't work
But my love will forever last

For all I've done for all of you
Please just this one thing for me
Live in a mansion of love
And me, you'll always see

Poem Details | by Jimmi Canada |
Categories: cat, cheer up, corruption, endurance, eulogy, i miss you, mountains, my children, purple, rainbow, relationship,

Like a blinker going awry and ornery

Hubert awash was a Josh for his Bonn,

he was in a toss at the ton and never knew his cons,

say today that was interest and wand, that he could only shoot his lawn-

he never needed but had all his own knots for the fawns.

Poem Details | by Jimmi Canada |
Categories: beach, car, courage, deep, drug, eve, fantasy, flying, games, grief, heaven, hello, irony, my children, planet, political, silly, silver, today, trust, words,

Face

Pain,

shrapnel disguised,

and shame.

Not to mention application data streaming through both ears-

remembrance of the last time this happened,

but unpreparedness,

supple immunity to them-

a trace of it all onto a blank wall...

Melancholic,

systematic,

intimations,

pro-creations.

Poem Details | by Jessica Amanda Salmonson |
Categories: baby, death, grave, horror, murder, my children, mystery,

No Teeth

What are these
small, toothless skulls?
I asked naively;
What are they? What?
They are the skulls
of babes taken from their cradles
abandoned to die and rot.






"No Teeth" first appeared in Fantasy and Terror 5, 1985.

Poem Details | by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories: grief, growing up, my children, pain, perspective, philosophy, repetition,

Safely Coccooned

He stayed safely cocooned in man-made fort,

Year after year, to protect

His heart from un-carings.