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Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: angst, destiny, introspection, pain, philosophy, poetry, september,

Shadow of Death

My shadow flirts with the sun
As I caress the darkness
We are one and separate
As my shadow smiles
Anxiety suffocates me
The shadow will soon fade
I shall die
One happy, one not


Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: art, death, drink, lonely, philosophy, suicide, wine,

There Lies Art

The easel beholds a half finishing painting
The paints beside have all hardened
Pain reflected in the partial emptiness
Staring back at that gathered crowd

The sun melts on the canvas page
Creation explained in elapsed rage
Notions and pleas from dried paintbrushes
Strewn across the almost barren floor

One to the other in whispered voice
I wonder if this would have been his choice?
Empty wine bottles twirling in light
Beside the dead body, a painting just right

There lies Art
In repose
His final painting
His last prose

Poem Details | by EMMANUEL SAMSON |
Categories: death, faith, imagination, lost love, love, nature, on writing and words, philosophy, sea, seasons, song-time,

STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN

Now my tendrilled soul,
Has found its pergola-- Christ--
To wind its way up....

Poem Details | by Greg Gaul |
Categories: adventure, allegory, analogy, death, destiny, dream, philosophy,

Droplet

Little droplet
your time is near,
never fear,
be part of it.

Fall into the great ocean
your conscious way,
unconscious stay,
Nature's final notion.

Lean back
let it go,
it happens so,
embrace the black.

Droplet make a tiny splash.
Whisper in your Bardo ear,
till you're no longer here,
and flesh turns to simple ash.

So sleep little droplet,
how sweet the dew.
To love it and live it
and to start anew.


Poem Details | by Jacob Reinhardt |
Categories: abuse, age, art, business, career, change, class, color, computer, conflict, death, depression, devotion, flower, green, happiness, introspection, irony, jobs, language, loneliness, lonely, longing, metaphor, nature, pain, philosophy, political, poverty, self, simile, slavery, social, society, spiritual, stress, technology, time, today, together, truth, urban, visionary, wisdom, work, world,

The Color Missing

The Color Missing
Red, black, and blue are the colors of our work pens. Red is the color of the blood we spill on other people’s mistakes.  Blue is the color of the songs we sing on tax forms or pay stubs- every page has a secret melody. Black is the color of the streets we fear most. Black is the color of our signature of approval. Black is the color of our death.

‘But what about the Green pens?’ I ask. They say ‘the ink is too hard to see.’


Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: allusion, art, child abuse, death, inspirational, philosophy,

The Red Balloon

The little girl
set free the red balloon
it flew over a certain death
free from the pain
of auction
the little girl
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Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: art, bereavement, imagery, introspection, lost, philosophy,

Face

I walk through the life of silent dreams
A museum of sorts
I passed by my reflection
Not a mirror in site
I was horrified
As I stared into my face
No, no, I could not
My eyes could not view such horrors
Shut tight for fear of light
The journey was long ago
Where emotions floated or not
The soul fell into the sea

I belong to no one
Thus they say I am free

I belong no where
Thus I am in a prison

I float inside a bottle
Like a goldfish in bowl
Waiting to be painted

Knowing too well
The drawing will never be done

The wilted rose shall weep
One more time

For the face no one shall seek
Incomplete

Poem Details | by Antonio Ball |
Categories: death, encouraging, life, meaningful, philosophy, pride, symbolism,

Flowers

Flowers are like people
when one withers, another blooms

Poem Details | by Trevor McLeod |
Categories: abuse, angst, bereavement, giving, metaphor, money, philosophy,

The Welfare Poem

The welfare poem is not for you
and not enough for anyone.
The welfare poem is very small
and not just given to everyone.

It's not enough to read for long.
It's just a little short.
It's not paid much attention to
and not the longing sort.

With thanks there's those who'll get it.
Those of who deserve it.
It's just some stolen words,
though I would soon forget it.

It's filled with much disgrace.
Those wary as they read.
It may be meant for you
if you accept the need.

I hope you have enjoyed it.
I'll cut you off for now.
But if you want more later
just beg there's more somehow.

Poem Details | by Neldy Jolo |
Categories: dedication, education, history, life, love, nature, nostalgia, peace, people, philosophy, political, sympathy, visionary

BACK TO ORIGIN

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

Poem Details | by Tony Bush |
Categories: death, life, philosophy, sad, time,

Rust Sleeps

Rust sleeps without the churchyard
on the blunt perimeter rails,
on the bloom of iron stabbing up
into the pelt of rain.

Rust sleeps upon the fence posts
where the wire is nailed to wood
and the metal burns an ochre tint
beneath the sodium arc.

Rust sleeps atop the hinges
of the pub door so to screech
a shrill alert to drunken ears
of some returning ghost.

Rust sleeps upon the riverbed,
suicide pushed into the deep,
trolleys severed by the silt,
dead baby prams beside.

Rust sleeps in feasts of coma night
and eats small mouthfuls of the moon,
spits corrosion at the stars
and dulls this razor life. 

Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: anxiety, art, deep, fear, funeral, introspection, philosophy,

Lady in White

All of my life
Seeking passions love
The one who was just right
Alone, it seems

Unappealing or just fright?
In solitude I would walk
The hazy path of lovers forlorn
Burying thoughts as I myself, I scorned

Love was a mist
It was there and it was not
In clouds, I was lost in loves knots
Ropes and chains, fleeing such pains

Love though has found me
She is of stone yet with a caress
An angel overlooking me
As they put me to rest

White satin coffin
Cold winter air
My angel at last
Loving with such care

Poem Details | by Deborah Burch |
Categories: loss, passion, people, philosophy, rose,

Death Of A 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©
5/05/2012


"Rime Couee"


Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: angst, dark, death, night, pain, philosophy,

Rumedicine

Rudimentary medicine Watson
That’s what I say
Cures the soul, the bones and
Somewhat more
Imbibe it
For maximum resolutions
Whatever ails you
This swagger shall bring 
Spirits to the soul
Yearning to the heart
A dance in your toes
If it won’t cure the sadness
No one but you shall know
Rumedicine my dear
No matter the cure soken
Your fears shall be less than smoken
For in the haze of the rumedicnes effect
You shall not have time at all to reflect
The final cure upon the weary suffering heart
Death

Vintage unknown


Note: Dedicated to the inventor of a new word, or two!

Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: art, death, funeral, introspection, loss, philosophy,

Funeral

She sleeps forever I sleep funeral day she shall be buried in earth I , buried in wine one day flowers I will lay at her graveside Never the less consumption will not redress the naked truth two died that day

Poem Details | by JSLambert Mister ROBOTO |
Categories: allegory, angst, death, dedication, depression, faith, forgiveness, health, introspection, life, loss, lost love, people, philosophy, recovery from..., religion, sad, socialmirror,

Guilty Reflection

Looking dead at me in this smeared mirror...
a lost man
tormented
face red
brittle
and teared

stacking excuses 
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
right here

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

tasteless stories
flood my life’s hard bound chapters 
while this smeared mirror reflects tears
dripping from a face 
which was once filled with laughter. 


Poem Details | by Regina Wilson |
Categories: angst, death, life, people, philosophy, sad, god, god,

Hypochristians

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.

Poem Details | by White Wolf |
Categories: analogy, death, life, metaphor, philosophy, sad, symbolism,

Lunar Eclipse

Raven Blue twilight, Existence epitomized, Formless shadows lurk.
8~June~2017

Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: anxiety, art, death, introspection, philosophy, poetry,

Draft

This you see is a draft
Minds little notes of lines and verse
In dribs and drabs
In prose, I stab and stab

Repeating oft said words
Expressions rehashed to be reheard
Yearning only for that one to see
This my attempt at being me

The ebb and flow of a sadness boat
Feeble attempts to keep afloat
Yet drowning in words it seems to be
Prose no longer setting me free

Learning more and knowing less
Wise words not heeded at best
For lingering in the dampness there
Is death, burning slow with its evil stare

Poem Details | by Danielle White |
Categories: death, nature, philosophy, blue,

There is no spoon

When the sun has set like a ball of fire
colors like a funeral pyre

crescent moon in deep blue sky
indigo blue that sears the eye

crickets start their monotonous beat
praying in the sultry heat

hand in hand and heart to heart
infants waken with a start

old man takes his dying breath
soul escapes his body's death

spiders cross doorways with their web
a work of art so filled with dread

the rapping on the midnight door
the ghost who's there was here before

a child cries out, a nightmare dreamed
realities blur and rip the seams

what may appear as solid fusion
is just an agreed upon illusion.

Poem Details | by janetta harrington |
Categories: death, depression, introspection, life, love, mystery, philosophy,

dark thoughts

darkened moon
filthy room

five fast bullets
locked and loaded

perilous inches
from my head

fate is held
by my true loves' hand

Poem Details | by Demetrios Trifiatis |
Categories: death, life, philosophy,

ALL LIFE LONG

ALL LIFE LONG


All life long,
Struggling was he to fill to
Capacity with material things all
Available vessels
AND
When the time came to depart 
Nothing was there he could carry  
With him,
For
Empty had he left the vessel of his
Soul!


© Demetrios Trifiatis
      19 MAY 2013

Poem Details | by Katherine Stella |
Categories: death, dedication, family, health, imagination, inspirational, life, loss, lost love, love, mother, people, philosophy, sad, sister, sorry, sympathy, thank you, uplifting, visionary

Just Reach

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

Poem Details | by Lyn Church |
Categories: america, anger, bullying, death, life, philosophy, political,

Grave Society

Society's dead
Digression came with costs
We are digging graves

M. Lyn Church 
August 2, 2013

Poem Details | by Master Jones |
Categories: angst, confusion, death, dedication, depression, faith, fear, happiness, health, hope, imagination, inspirational, introspection, life, philosophy, sad, sympathy, uplifting, people, people,

Whispers

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..