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Poem Details | by Cheryl Eldridge |
Categories: death, history, loss, places,

Silently Still

Hidden spirits motherland,
    destructions chosen horror.
Decayed barren grounds,
   ravaged territories dilapidation.
Debris leftover magnetic fields,
   crawls nuclear poisons contamination.


Ruins

           graphics

                          stand

           strongly

obscure.


Poem Details | by James Fraser |
Categories: angst, death, faith, history, hope, life, loss, peace, people, places, political, war

Wars of Difference and Different Wars

Dream on man
War is constant
It has gone beyond
Catholic or Protestant

Religious wars
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
Imaginary WMD
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

Guerrilla, assault
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




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Poem Details | by Meghan Marshall |
Categories: death, life, places,

Gum in a N.Y Subway

Retired sweetness paints
a tiled mosaic of
unpredictable patterns.

Black, brown shapes
spatter the 
grey concrete of 
an underground kingdom.

The fresh ones burn
pink and seafoam 
green against
this steely blue 
and yellow lined world.

The stickiness clings
onto shining 
out of spectrum, 
before becoming
another dot
in dark masses.

Poem Details | by Ernesto P. Santiago |
Categories: faith, father, hope, life, places, sympathy, uplifting, father, father,

Give Him Your Heart


Someday, I believe
And only me, that truly knows
There in the New Jerusalem, I’ll live
Happily, with my Lord
I will not feel 
The sorrow and pain
That I’ve in this world
For my Father promised me
The true life
The happiness
The right 
To sing him praises 
Among the blest, in his throne 
Would you like to live in my Father’s house?
If you do, then, come and follow me
I will show you his love
And the Father will open the gate
If, you’ll give him your heart

 


Poem Details | by James Fraser |
Categories: black african american, business, death, life, loss, people, places, war

Blood Diamonds

A stone so beautiful
The gem of gems
This carbon icon
A girls best friend
 
In many a place mined
All legal and right
To be marketable
To be pretty in sight
 
On our Jewellery do we wonder
Where ours come from
Is this splendid stone
From a war torn wrong
 
Most are credited
From a reliable source
But when it comes to money
Many mined by force
 
The Kimberley Process was put in place
To audit diamonds, and to trace
As for the many souls, who lose their lives
What a price to pay, for Blood Diamonds
 
 

Poem Details | by Peter Dome |
Categories: dedication, dream, fantasy, happiness, home, horse, life, memory, native american, nature, people, places, sympathy,

Free as the wind Ode to native American Indians

Oh how I wish
I could set free
the native American Indian
with pride and dignity
taking them back
across the great open plains
to their sacred home
in the lush green vallies
where buffalo are plentiful
and roam
so the Indians can live in peace
one with nature once more
where the eagles soar
setting them free as the wind
wild untameable as a magnificent stallion
running toward the setting sun.





Peter Dome.copyright.2012.

Poem Details | by Ken Duddle |
Categories: angst, death, fear, places,

Satan's Reject

He walked through the misty fog, as day gave way to night. The hinges rattled on the graveyard gate, The sign for the dead to be alive. The howls of the un-forgiven, were secreted within the wind. No rest for the wicked, No rest for those who had sinned. The flesh hung off his creaky bones, giving off an odious smell. Disowned by Satan himself, Turned away from the gates of Hell Doomed to exist in torment, until the end of time. What fate awaits the living is unknown until comes the time for them to die.

Poem Details | by Andrew Crisci |
Categories: depression, faith, grave, hope, humanity, love, pain, people, places, religious,

Long Arms Of Tender Compassion

Long arms of tender compassion
Oneness of embittered Humanity
Visceral faith was your salvation
Encompassing all vain materialism
Lenitive of the corporal punishment 
Illuminating a hope encrypted in a
Necropolis of suppressed ideas 
Extruding life from deep darkness  
Seeping rain from saturated soil
Sedative of every entombed soul

Poem Details | by KAYOD5 Kayode |
Categories: africa, betrayal, corruption, death, depression, poverty, power,

ROTS IN HIGH PLACES

Their eyes oases,
How  shock they bury in tons-
Rots in high places

Poem Details | by Layla Elkoulily |
Categories: adventure, allegory, angst, beautiful, boyfriend, brother, child, dad, daughter, death, depression, devotion, faith, father, fear, forgiveness, freedom, funeral, girl, grandfather, grandmother, growing up, happiness, hope, introspection, life, loss, love, miracle, mom, mother, mystery, places, sister, soldier, sorry, sympathy, uplifting, war, wife, woman, women,

What People Were and What People Are

People were
Many things.
Strange or not

People were
Different and
Odd and fun.

People were
Monsters but…
That’s not all

People were
And still are
Strange and odd.

People are
People. For
life is life. 

Yet not.
Not is lies.
Truth seeps from

Every mouth
Lies, lies, lies
Move, move, move

But somehow
Lies prevail.
Lies are life.

Lies are death.
Lies are homes.
Lies are pain.

Lies are truth.
Yet somehow.
Truth prevails.

Truth is life.
Truth is death.
Truth is home.

Truth is pain.
Truth is lie.
Truth is that.

Lies will die.
Lies will cease.
Nevermore.

Truth will live.
Truth will be.
Forever.

Poem Details | by Asif Andalib |
Categories: life, people, places, sad, sympathy, urban

The kid

Busy city’s heart – A kid is lost in the crowd!

Poem Details | by Zamreen Zarook |
Categories: autumn, day, death, earth, earth day, fire, forgiveness, giving, grave, history, horror, places, pollution, river, sky, social, space, tree, water, wind,

Why all this Destructions

Why all this Destructions? – Zamreen Zarook

God created this whole universe for the mankind,
He gave everything lavishly, thinking that we might be kind,
Even though people are able, they seems to be blind,
Whereas people failed to mind.

The sky which was created for the man started to scream and cry,
Since good morals and ethics were decry,
The fire started to do the mimicry,
As the water lands cannot bear, it came to man with a battle cry.

Land couldn't hold and it started to gorge,
Fresh air merged with chemicals and started to urge,
Whatever created for the man have started to over charged,
Stop evil and let the merits be enlarged.

Poem Details | by Ken Duddle |
Categories: death, house, places,

The Lady

In the light of the ghostly moon Through the whispering of the trees The old house is deadly quiet As the Lady walks the night. The dark house oversees With wise and open eyes The still graveyard sleeps on. As the Lady walks the night. Many secrets are to be found Under the gravestones so cold But no one dares to ask why The Lady walks the night.

Poem Details | by Lukasz Walterowicz |
Categories: angst, confusion, death, depression, devotion, faith, father, fear, funeral, hope, life, loss, lost love, love, nostalgia, people, philosophy, places, sad, tribute,

Where are you

You flourished and blurred
like a spark on wind

Gracefully and quickly like a frightened hind
in pursuit of light

You harvested through bushy meadows
taken by blight

In struggle with plight
had you lost your might

And gave out
although never you gave up.

Where are you?
For you must be still there.

For I still can feel you
somewhere in the air.

Poem Details | by Eternal Victor |
Categories: adventure, angel, anger, bible, business, change, creation, culture, death, dedication, dream, education, fear, freedom, future, god, grave, life, magic, memorial day, miracle, mystery, nature, patriotic, peace, people, places, poems, pride, relationship, soldier, spiritual, success, suicide, symbolism, truth, war,

4 - Messenger from the Dead

Alas there is no more confusion,
finally found my last conclusion.
Expect me as if Jesus will return,
from a ghost to a realm of concern.

Your dreams are portals like doors,
welcoming spirits into hasten wars.
Leaving the thoughts without trust,
keeping your fears in much disgust.

And though you sought no consequence,
deeds that confirm a wicked malevolence.
Awaiting in your nightmare of screams,
enjoy what is left amongst your dreams.

Poem Details | by Kenneth Fordham |
Categories: death, loss, people, places, sympathy,

Pestilence

Once Every Second,
A child dies in Africa,
Where are your children?

Poem Details | by Jimmy Anderson |
Categories: death, places, sad

Dead Man's Shoes

They gave me some nice tennis shoes.
When I came to prison it's true.
    They said you must wear
    and you must not care.
That a dead man has done paid his dues.


For SKAT's "Shoes" contest

Poem Details | by JSLambert Mister ROBOTO |
Categories: adventure, animals, death, food, funny, imagination, life, nature, people, pets, places, religion, science, sea, travel,

And Goliath Said

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION

Poem Details | by Daron Long |
Categories: death, history, life, loss, people, places, sad, sympathy, people, people,

Armenian Genocide

Maybe the suffering will end soon

Hope's only a death away

If we're lucky we'll all be dead tomorrow

If we're lucky we'll all die and leave behind this sorrow

Tired of seeing our people weep

Their deceased bodies in the streets

Starvation is life, malnutrition's set in

Our homes have been taken along with all our men

If we're lucky we'll all be dead tomorrow

If we're lucky we'll all die and leave behind this sorrow

The children are crying

We're all slowly dying

The end for our people is near

If we're lucky we'll all be dead tomorrow

If we're lucky we'll all die and leave behind this sorrow


Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: death,

In Dark Isolated Places

the rain is pounding on well-hidden mounds of dirt I can imagine the sounds of ghostly cries in dark, isolated places

Poem Details | by Brandlynn Young |
Categories: funny, health, hope, inspirational, introspection, places, sympathy,

Softer Toilet Paper

In this bathroom of Dr. Heath's,
The tissues so tough you grit your teeth.

No soft toilet paper anywhere to be found,
By the time you get through, how does Charmin sound?

You wipe with sandpaper til you bleed,
Soft toilet paper your bottom will need.

In this kit, relief  you will find
From toilet that is much more kind!

Poem Details | by Patricia Sawyer |
Categories: adventure, funeral, loss, mystery, places, religion

Skull Rack

  
pale naked head bones
grim remains of sacrifice
the horse heads hang low
 


Poem Details | by Wade Souza |
Categories: brother, caregiving, devotion, faith, children, hope, inspirational, natural disasters, people, places, political, recovery from..., sympathy, uplifting

A Prayer for Haiti

I pray dear God to grant reprieve
To Haitian brother in dire need.
Spirit, instill a strength divine,
Transform his heart as loving Guide.
May healing hands inspire hope,
May grace and love our prayers provoke.
Raise Haiti’s head, with conqu’ring faith
You will prevail, you will prevail. Amen.

Poem Details | by Joseph Spence Sr |
Categories: animals, food, imagination, life, nature, places, space, sympathy,

Flying Frog

From the lily pond
Green frog jumps with eyes on meal
Web legs extending

Poem Details | by Andrew Crisci |
Categories: anniversary, death, family, father, history, people, places, visionary,

VOYAGES OF AN EXTRAORDINARY MAN

He was born in Genoa,
and his mother was Susanna;
and he set sail at the age of fourteen,
to begin a new exploration age!
His father Domenico
gave him inspiration and courage...
while his three brothers:  Giacomo,
Bartolomeo and Giovanni ventured with him
on his long and dangerous voyages,
and accused of many atrocities...
they were sent back to Spain in chains!
A visionary with an extraordinary man's ego, 
followed in the footsteps of Marco Polo...
and in his final days, he died a disappointed man!