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death, life, people,
If in time
you should divine
that bees are fat
and owls are brown
then you will know
as do I
time will go
so .... slow.
And if in time
you should find
that veins are thin
and blood is brown
Then, a time
came crashing ...
and I'm certain
..... so am I
angst, confusion, death, life, sad, people, people,
Who am I and what am I to say?,
All I've got to do is play,
Along in a game I don't understand,
Make people come to my land,
A deal that you don't think about,
Something thats going to start out,
A trend that will last for years,
Making people come to tears,
Arguing points that don't get across,
Having to deal with a great loss,
This is my life and these are my words,
Circling around like I'm in herds,
Playing games with my head,
Maybe I would be better off dead.
conflict, dark, grief, irony, people, perspective,
looking for a reason
to be miserable
as if there isn’t
in the world already
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Posted on June 2, 2019
angst, death, depression, fear, history, life, loss, nature, people, sad, slam, time, war,
age, death, death of a friend, fear, music, paradise, people,
My piety,my poetry ,my love
All are in vain
my music, my love ,my mind
All are running insane
My rhymes are all crooked
I can't write a perfect song
Looks like my life is worthless
my music, my poetry its all gone
Behold the paradox,
In these old rhymes
living in a worthless life
All these times
The music's almost over
just need to turn out the light
I need just one leap
Need to show on last fight
I need to create something
something that makes you feel
the goal isn't to live forever
Its to create something that will
dedication, education, history, life, love, nature, nostalgia, peace, people, philosophy, political, sympathy, visionary
People are commonly different
Symbol of diversity piece
Pure race doesn’t exists
Color and creed are just an identity
Believe only in human history
God sculptured them from clay
People are equally created
Having many opposites
But respecting others taste
When everyone is treated equal
Nothing appears but peace in hand
Discrimination, disunity and, suffering won’t be born anymore
Written to advocate to suppress racism
Bandar Sandakan, Sabah, Malaysia
10:30-11:00 am, November 13. 07, Tuesday
change, death, people, seasons,
In spring he complained
It was always way to wet
The sound of chirping birds
Would make him get upset
He thought summer is drier
But when summer came it was hot
It was a far far worse season
At least that's what he thought
Perhaps he'd prefer the autumn
Cooler air and shorter days
Still the problem with autumn
Is that autumn rarely stays
Soon winter was upon him
He could feel it within his bones
Buried deep beneath the ground
They covered his grave with stones
For him the seasons were a problem
He wasted away all his days
What was gifted was extraordinary
Yet it never met with any praise!
Written April 7th 2016
For Shadow's Seasons Contest.
black african american, brother, confusion, death, depression, devotion, family, forgiveness, music, people, sad, sympathylife,
Moon Walk on Your Grave
A life begun in stardom,
now, ending up in shame.
Relentless media, cruel world,
who then is there to blame.
A sadness inside,
no tears on your face.
The pain all but over,
mass confusion erase.
In wonder we watch,
can a life be explained?
Can't surface your agony,
under facade you remained.
Let's focus on the talent,
musical joy that you gave.
In peace now I pray,
moon walk on your grave.
© Rene' Brady 2009
loss, passion, people, philosophy, rose,
"When the rose dies it falls open, spreading perfume. You will become a window for every house. You will be a rose garden in every field."~Rumi
There were no secrets between us...
Oh! Beauty's unveiled saline rush!
Deception is now done.
Every man knows your scoring gush...
Fate! Has now claimed my only blush!
A Harlot's life begun.
~by deborah burch©
JSLambert Mister ROBOTO
allegory, angst, death, dedication, depression, faith, forgiveness, health, introspection, life, loss, lost love, people, philosophy, recovery from..., religion, sad, socialmirror,
Looking dead at me in this smeared mirror...
a lost man
the longer I stare
this stress abuses
my conscience with a glare
a guilty reflection warns
my mind is the prison I fear
as I long to escape
from the hell I dwell in
who have I become?
what have I done right?
crossroads appear suddenly
as fog fills the mirror tonight
darkness owning the room,
prefers I suffer slow
so I proceed with speed
because it’s the only way I know
flood my life’s hard bound chapters
while this smeared mirror reflects tears
dripping from a face
which was once filled with laughter.
Ernesto P. Santiago
death, love, on work and working, on writing and words, people, sad, sympathy,
Up into the sky
like an Angel
at Soupland, watching him as he soared
like an Angel;
a strong love he had, sharing it till the end, yet
could not resist the resounding call
and he left,
Leaving us his poetry, for
when great storms come in, his laughter
will dry our tears like rain.
for Tom Bell, a great poet who taught us all--
to laugh and to smile…to learn… and to give.
angst, death, life, people, philosophy, sad, god, god,
They say to worship to get back into church
That all I need do is fall to my knees and repent
Then all this personal pain he will prevent
To kneel and pray to “The Soveriegn God”
Well, my knees are bruised and scabbed
Where is this God of yours I ask
Guess I’m not really a fan of his work
As I walk through this existence
Sufferring is all I see
War in the desert neverending
Children dying so young
Little boys and girls raped by the clergy
Destruction Hate Crimes against humanity
Where is this God of yours I ask
They say Christianity is the way
Well, bullsh!t! That’s what I say.
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.
Babatunde T Ogunsiku
death, mystery, people,
Distinct in its' precinct
It lies low
And remains aloft
Full of power
It moves about
To and fro it goes
Until it finds its prey
Rich or Poor
Cowardly or Bold
Master or Servant
Weak or Mighty
In its physical form
It was defeated
In its abstract
It was unseen
Around its prey
Until the time is come
The die is cast
And the command is
The soul is taken
As the line is cut
Life to the body
A tear to many
A joy to others
A curse to some
A blessing in disguise
It is to you
What you choose it to
death, depression, devotion, loss, people, sad, light, light,
If you died today,
What would you think?
Where would you go?
Do you think, you would think?
I don’t know.
Look down upon, those you love.
Look down, look down,
From high above.
You see them grieving,
Hurting so much,
They regret your leaving,
They miss your touch.
Why oh why did you have to leave?
Come back come back,
Wipe their tears with your sleeve.
Give them a hug,
Tell them it’s alright.
It’s time to unplug.
The light is so bright.
They feel you here,
They feel you going.
Was a wonderful life,
One worth knowing.
Closer and closer,
To the light you go.
Brighter and brighter,
They will miss you so.
childhood, death, friendship, life, loss, people, sad,
I remember the day
I heard you died,
I remember just how hard
that I cried.
My heart ached more
then I felt it could be,
Just by knowing you
were not here with me.
Even though you have
The memories of you
are here to stay.
You were like a
sibling should be,
Now you are a guardian
angel to me.
death, family, girlfriend-boyfriend, happiness, life, loss, passion, people, sad
I fear the night
Never to wake in mornings light
To see your face one last time
To hear your voice that is so divine
Reaching out to touch your hand
You entwine our fingers and understand
With love as strong as ours, it's hard to say goodbye
We wipe a tear from each others eye
Slipping into the endless dark
An adventure I must embark
Waking in mornings light
Knowing it was just a dream, everything is alright
Forever together we will be
Forever and Ever, you and me
death, dedication, family, health, imagination, inspirational, life, loss, lost love, love, mother, people, philosophy, sad, sister, sorry, sympathy, thank you, uplifting, visionary
just reach your hand out to the sky
pull your loved ones back to your side
lets get to say one more goodbye
for we never wanted them to go away and die
as now the days and nights lay
in such sweet disguise
so let us once again our lord
stare into their illumating eyes
as we reach out for them
in your broad horizon sky
and get to hold and kiss them
even if their not by our sides
for if this is however feels when we die
then I'd like to be that angel in that sky
so I can just reach out right back
and wipe their tears too from their eyes
Tribute To Our Loved Ones
On The Other Side
May You All RIP
angst, confusion, death, dedication, depression, faith, fear, happiness, health, hope, imagination, inspirational, introspection, life, philosophy, sad, sympathy, uplifting, people, people,
I once heard a saying,
that the happiest people are the saddest
Shining because they’ve seen the darkest
Like the lotus that grows out of mud
Or the rotting stump that bears a bud..
You never know what troubles the mind
So be careful with words unkind
The glowing person just beside you
Could be a crumbling ruin behind the hairdo
Most people struggle everyday
Souls burdened with decay..
I guess it takes a lot of courage
To act normal with that damage
Hard to believe that under the surface
Lives a soul with no purpose
A cry for help won’t be any crisper
Listen to the their inner whisper..
angst, death, faith, history, hope, life, loss, peace, people, places, political, war
Dream on man
War is constant
It has gone beyond
Catholic or Protestant
From our short lived past
Will never dilute
As long as we last
In this modern world
We fight for different reasons
What ever the excuse
And in any season
We fight over land
Even over soccer
How the hell can that be
We now fight over oil
In a camouflaged war
Taking innocents with us
In public deplore
Bombing with precision
We vote them in
As they twist their decisions
Dream on man
War has changed
Greed has taken over
From the pasts deranged
Brenda Victoria Northeast
death, faith, funeral, hope, life, loss, peace, people, political, social, war, world,
You’re our hero
The poor and impoverished
Captive starving millions
Tears of anguish
Tears of dread
The cost of their Hero’s burial
Is too their debt
The living for their leader
The hungry little ones
The world watches on
My Hero gave it all
A willing sacrifice
His perfect life
His perfect love
That we might live
His excruciating death
Has not left us comfortless
And soon to be
Our resurrection of renewal
We the loyal few weep for what we did
His life for ours
The rest rejoice because you died
The world now looks on
©? Brenda V Northeast 29 Dec. 2011
beauty, bereavement, day, death, emotions, people,
Sitting in a rocking chair
Staring out the window
The old man thinks quietly
Of all the people he used to know
He waits for someone that will see
And want to know his history
Cause from his window, the old man stares
For someone who knows him, and might even care
He thinks of the day when he will die
A few people will show, but no one will cry
People wonder who the old man is
But no one knows of the life he lives
He imagines all the things he would like to do
If he had a normal life like me and you
But every day he stays at home
Tired, weak and all alone
Stricken by grief heart
Flooded by myriads tears
Cruel men rejoice!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
25 May 2018
death, life, people, wife,
Every night she prayed for something
To make a change in her life
Knowing when he came home again
He would claim her as his wife
She had to do as he wanted
Never dared to refuse
Knowing that would only get her
Another painful bruise
Her silent tears fell like crystals
From a broken chandelier
She screamed, but only in her mind
So he could never hear
Those terrible years ended for her
When he was driving like a fool
He was so drunk he missed his turn
And drowned in the neighbor's pool
Her joyful tears sparkled like crystals
On a golden chandelier
She laughed out loud, not caring
If the whole, wide world could hear.
Ernesto P. Santiago
confusion, love, on writing and words, people, social, sympathy, sensual,
Wordings from the heart
That I’m trying to use
To cover this scented stationery
With my ball point scribbler, I’m proud
To match the sensual scent
Of your lovely and fiery lips
With crimson thoughts, but as I finally come
To end my writings, after so many pages
Hooked thrown into a silent bin
I begin to wonder if it’s better to recite
My love notes to you in person
For this way you would feel
Much, much better…
The bubbling rhythm
Of my heart