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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."
angst, daughter, death, depression, devotion, family, fantasy, imagination, love, mother, sad, dark, dark, rose,
Once bloomed a rose so young and fair
With dark brown eyes and long black hair
Beside her be a tall dark tree
Whose branches stretch to smother thee
Too close beside the shadowy bark
That soon begins to leave its mark
She cries for help, but none shall hear
Her thorns too sharp, who’d dare go near?
To save this rose, who’d risk their life?
With naught to gain but pain and strife
Alone, afraid, she lays to rest
Her heart beats low inside her chest
And with the hour growing near
She sheds her final grieving tear
And so the rose soon falls asunder
Her final day, eternal slumber
She lies beside the old dark tree
The only one who mourns for thee
death, hope, inspirational, loss, love,
I wept upon the news deployed
For now within, exists a void
My heart has stopped, it’s turned about
For life with love is now without
Now cast away, the physical form
I await the fate, to be reborn
To one day greet you there, again
The Gates of Heaven then let us in
Hand in hand, we move ahead
As souls permit, though bodies’ dead
A smile to you I then will give
For past our deaths, I know we’ll live
confusion, dark, death, depression, farewell, fear, funeral, grief, life, lonely, loss, lost, memory, pain, sad, sympathy, me,
My heart was in such pain
I felt like I was going to go insane
I just don't know what to do
And my eyes full of tears that distort my view
I fell to my knees and felt the urge
My muscle tighten and pin needles struck me like a surge
My body was warm and with feelings so confused
My mind felt sadness had fused
I could not conquer my fears
I just sat down and fell into tears
When some close to you passes on
It felt like a warmth has gone
So I raised my hand towards a box that was empty with no tissue
I first was embarrass and had a little bit of issue
All my friends hugged me and said sorry for your loss
So now I cry in my bed and toss
April 14, 2013
Chantelle Anne Cooke
The last letter of the alphabet...
Death appears to the deceased.
Soul asks, "Why are you here? Why can't I go back?"
Death collects Soul.
Questions of "Why?" quiver through the universe.
Death rides as earth as his heart and people are his blood.
The Soul keeps lamenting.
Death takes Soul to the Judgment Portal.
"Soul, do you want to know the answer of all eternity?"
Death replies, "Z comes after the letter Y."
October 1st 2015
Today I looked at your picture and I shed a silent tear
We had never met yet, still I cry and I grieve for your family
Cut down in your prime just seventeen years old
Your friend – oh how he wishes he could turn the clock back
But he faces the rest of his life knowing he killed you
Guess you never dreamed when you went on a car journey
That it would be the last trip you ever made
At the end of the day a car is a machine
Machines are dangerous if used incorrectly
Why Why Why don’t people realise
25th August 2014
adventure, death, fantasy, war,
They burst forth and charge downwards
Matching uniforms shiny against the grey sky
Their only desire to smash suicidally upon our ranks
We hear the thunder of them coming, and carefully prepare
The vanguard already lie smashed upon the ground
The rest will soon swell the regiments of the defeated
Moments before they arrive we deploy our umbrellas
Countless warriors smash harmlessly inches above our heads
Their watery remains dripping from our defences
Mingling with those of their already fallen brethren
Contest : FALL YOUR CHOICE any theme/any form max 12 lines
death, deep, father daughter, feelings,
Take death back
The doctor's objective
Take death back
Death involves a loss
The ballad of life
Take death back
One last act
on one's existence
The vulnerable situation
always an uncertainty
Take death back
Life's rowing boat, without oars
Not today, not tomorrow
not this month
- with death on hold
Take death back
I'm not ready
to say goodbye
The doctor's last answer :
... there's no more we can do"
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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I have a disease
and it’s killing me,
I don’t put up guards,
too open for my own good.
I say what I feel
and I feel too much,
this Earth school is too dense.
My heart’s too big,
it makes no sense.
It seems I love Earth
but it doesn’t love me.
I’m not fearless,
but I am invisible.
So, goodbye, dear friends,
I’m going back to the sky.
abuse, bullying, culture, death, pride, vanity, war,
For the Haven’s advancement,
the Elite may extend a courteous backhand,
or a fist wrapped with opinion
that some may mistake for abuse.
Dante’s girl fell from her steeple
head first into a cauldron of pride,
now her feeble corpse twitches
trying to vomit the blackest pitch grey.
Stains her soldier’s dress blues
duty has him answer the bench’s call.
Gaveled verdicts now deleted,
appeals one site’s ambitions.
Often found in a library,
their little boy plays with
his toy box full of straw men
and overused emoticons.
Each breath billows the forge,
black smoke void of The Father,
they beat a gift’s beauty into a weapon,
the cutting edge of the Deceiver’s con.
death, people, sad, house, house,
Lettie died, the house is empty,
No one in the family left.
Flowered sheets once used as curtains
Faded now by brilliant sunlight
Rot and crumble to the floor.
Beer and Coke cans thrown at windows,
No one seems to care;
The lock is broken, all may enter
Look! the bed where Lettie died!
The front porch sags where Lettie sat
Passing all her summer days
Diabetic and overweight,
Withdrew from life when Mama died.
Noisy tots on tricycles
Pump their legs to get on by;
The house of ghosts, or so says Grandma,
Restless souls who cannot sleep.
cute, december, grave, irony, light, magic, metaphor,
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,
sticking up through
rocks, new vines.
hungry for spring...
and the newness of life.
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,
anger, betrayal, dark, engagement, eulogy, gothic, prison,
Imprisoned was i
By false beauty light
Fell down dead from fright
The man I cared for not a mon at all
But a devil wearing humans skin
Delighting in earthly pleasures
Offering cursed gifts with pretty treasures.
No man could be so cruel.
To imprison me within a fake house
He offered me the world
But it was a world of lies,
How could I have believed this devil?
Inspired by jean calliope’s poem: Regrets
Mohammed Cheto Jalloh
Death stood by the road side
and swung his hand to get a ride
Many stopped by, but was never favored
And some came, but he never entered
When the road sirened my coming,
he rushed and placed a checkpoint at the middle;
my body became the car he rushed to enter at last
And eyes, his whistle for a clearer sight
He then control the steering of my body
Straight to his packing log: the grave...
Like an owl waiting for the night,
am here wishing for the sound of the trumpet.
death, dedication, depression, life, loss, lost love, love, sad, sympathyhate,
You think that you know me
But you don't know at all
Every day you say your sorry
After that I fall
I hate it when you lie
You think your doing good
When all you cause is pain
Just tell me that you hate me
So my life won't be in vein...
death, life, mystery, war,
King Leonidas at
abuse, conflict, death, depression, murder, mystery, night,
Walking alone in the dark
All is silent
Until theres a snap of a twig
Hands come from behind
Holding my neck
I try to scream
The hands grow tighter
I give up fighting
I take a final breath
He lays me in the bushes
My body cold and still
Noone knows who did it
They probly never will
dark, death, fantasy, halloween, history, horror, imagery,
He dragged himself along a narrow corridor,
carrying a golden cat statue with him.
He walked as though the weight of the world
was on his shoulders, as he vomited
out thick blood. His favorite white shirt
was now red and wet.
On his skin, veins were dark
and swollen, as though they wanted to explode!
It is picking the artifact
from goddess Bastet’s shrine,
that made him to be as he was….
age, analogy, anger, beautiful, bereavement, eulogy, grandmother,
Removed for publication
cancer, caregiving, death of a friend,
By Lynn Boyle 1956-2014
Cancer is a monster
it has taken my
It has seared my skin off my body
It has broken my spirit
It has destroyed my hope for any future
It has taken my identity
And left me
Waiting for death
boyfriend, girlfriend, grief, inspirational, jesus, journey, life, lost love, love, marriage, passion, people, prayer, sorrow, world,
Dreams Of Reality
By Nate Spears
Published 2013 in “Death OF A Rose” By Nate Spears
A difference of a world a way
A distance of a different kind
Love is blind and divine
Hold my hand
Let us touch the sunshine
On this hill of heaven we stand
From one another
Life and the world will never take us
Unless it’s together
Then we will become forever
Never leaving each others presence
Our bond becomes stronger in living
With every day
I stare into your glare
Wishing we live on; and long
Strong and healthy
We will grow old
In a happy union together
Looking beside me
Coming to a reality
You’re not there
My dreams are not reality
My love has perished.
death, inspirational, body,
Each soul is gifted,
With an individual body at birth,
To travel through the lessons of life,
That we learn on this earth.
Every body is unique,
With their own special style,
Creating lasting memories,
With family, friends and smiles.
As it is only knowledge,
One can take with them,
When their time on earth,
Has come to an end.
One special gift after death,
Of knowledge for future generations,
Is the gift of willing the body,
For scientific research and medical education.
To give thanks and gratitude,
Is much more than words can say,
To participants of the Willed-Body Program,
For their precious gift that is given away.
Florence McMillian (Flo)
Okay Father, nice talkin to you…
WOW fellas, last meal too huh?
Well, thanks but no thanks
Been readin up on my Shakespeare
and that “To be or not to be” guy?
I kinda identify with that dude
Cause I DO be right now
but in a couple of hours
I AIN’T gonna be, so---
it seems I’ve lost my appetite…
(I COULD use a drink though)
For the contest sponsored by: John Lawless
betrayal, break up, death, destiny, flying, love, metaphor,
Following the stupefying sensation of my heart
I take a long and high flight
With the wings of self-deception.
Having some kind of foolhardiness,
I fly in search of green fields
Leaving behind the dreary desert
To sing sweet songs of life.
The warnings of my Prudence,
To stay with my other mates, go unheeded.
The green fields once
Where I yearn to reach
Turn into the burning flames
With deadly smoke
That chokes my throat
And darkens my vision.
And I, no more able to fly,
Fall into the lap of disillusionment.
Wings are fully burnt
And burnt I am from within.
Sobbing at the impulsiveness-my Achilles’ heel-
With a sigh, waiting for the last breath,
I close my eyes.
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.