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Poem Details | by John Gondolf |
Categories: death, loss, lost love,

Muted Echoes

Muted Echoes
The echoes of piano notes play softly in my mournful mind as melody so gently floats like ghosts of songs she left behind. My memories are brought to bear, the echoes of piano notes forever floating in the air, as lumps well up in saddened throats. This winter day we don our coats to lay her body down to rest; the echoes of piano notes show sadness in our hearts expressed. The instrument sits dormant now; its presence quietly emotes her playing, as our thoughts allow the echoes of piano notes.
January 28, 2020


Poem Details | by Seren Roberts |
Categories: funeral,

Black Gown Quatern


she wore her black gown  with such aplomb
proud and alone followed to the tomb
sad though she was to lose her man
can she cope on her own, yes she can

the grey graveyard ,with an open tomb 
she wore her black  gown with such aplomb
lifting her head all could perceive 
the tears falling as she stood to leave

her eyes misted tears starting to fall
remembering when love conquered all
she wore her black gown with such aplomb
she gave a last look  at the tomb

friends became lovers as time progressed
loyal  to the grave their love confessed
as they gathered and wept around the tomb
she wore her black gown with such aplomb.

penned 28 January 2016


 



Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: mother son,

By My Grave

By my grave, soberly you stand
this bleak and barren winter's day.
Some flowers you hold in your hand.
Will you have anything to say?

Or will you - as always - silent be?
By my grave, soberly you stand.
So few kind words you'd had for me
when my hour glass ran out of sand.

Little from you did I demand,
and love I gave you from the start.
By my grave, soberly you stand.
Love has to be there in your heart!

I think about your childhood years
At least a few of them were grand!
You speak! In your voice I hear tears!
By my grave soberly you stand.


9/18 for Silent One's  Poems that paint a picture 2
and now for John Hamilton's  Best Rhyming poem July-September 2017

Poem Details | by akhil sankurathri |
Categories: 12th grade, america, anxiety, death of a friend, emotions, fear, hope,

The Children of the Sun

The lights are out tonight,
But our struggles still ignite
The hay of hope, like hearth
Amidst the cold and dark.

To the temples in the sky,
For Heaven-on-Earth we cry.
We're our own Kingdom Come,
For we're the Children of the Sun.

The sinners passing by
Might greet us with goodbye.
Is it their guns against us might?
They wouldn't stand against our light.

Come Hell or Highwater,
With our sons and our daughters
We'll stand together as one,
For we're the Children of the Sun.


Poem Details | by Mark J. Halliday |
Categories: death, evil, fear, gothic, horror, violence,

Tormented in a pitch black room

In A Dark, Dark Room

Tormented in a pitch black room--
Smelling the foulness in the ground;
Flickering shadows in the gloom
That feed upon me, all around

Bound hand and foot, with neck exposed,
Tormented in a pitch black room,
I only slept, when coffins closed,
With nightmares of impending doom.

I heard above a muffled boom
My eyes assaulted by the light
Tormented in a pitch black room
Never more will I fear the night

I signed on with Van Helsings Free,
Hunting vampires from tomb to tomb.
I rescue others, lost like me--
Tormented in a pitch black room.

Poem Details | by Mark J. Halliday |
Categories: death, england, eulogy, loss, ocean, soldier, war,

Columns and Ranks

Columns and Ranks (20140925)

Standing straight in columns and ranks,
Heads newly shaved by the barber,
Carrying guns loaded with blanks:
New recruits after Pearl Harbor.

The Generals inspected troops,
Standing straight in columns and ranks;
Afterwards they broke into groups,
And marched towards the ships’ gangplanks.

They boarded ships with guns and tanks
To England, the Atlantic crossed.
Standing straight in columns and ranks,
They’d free Europe at any cost.

Allied troops endured dire losses;
Gaining a foothold up the banks.
Heroes sleep beneath the crosses
Standing straight in columns and ranks.

Poem Details | by Lycia Harding |
Categories: dark, fear, grave, halloween, mystery, night, scary,

Graveyard Shortcut

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Hiding in the shadows, there
at the corner of my eye,
I am slowly made aware
there is someone else nearby...

"Who is that?!" I bellow then,
"Hiding in the shadows there?"
"I've no use for boogeymen!",
I yell into empty air.

One more sheepish peek I dare,
feeling harebrained to have thought,
hiding in the shadows, there
was some scare that there was not....

But my heart begins to race
when that cursed glance I spare,
suddenly reveals a FACE
hiding in the shadows there!

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Poem Details | by Lycia Harding |
Categories: angst, bereavement, death, loneliness, lost love, winter,

When the Wicked Winter Comes

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When the wicked winter comes
seeping past the wards she keeps,
she looks on as he succumbs,
thanking God it's while he sleeps.

She finds she is ill prepared
when the wicked winter comes,
to let go the life they shared.
Anguish swings its pendulums.

Heartbreak's endless requiems,
rites for which she dearly pays,
when the wicked winter comes,
blight her solitary days.

Tears remain behind her eyes,
years maintain the interums,
yet she still finds pain's surprise, 
when the wicked winter comes.

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Poem Details | by mazhar butt |
Categories: angst, grave, grief, sad, tree, urdu,

Arzoo-oan ka madfan--Graveyard of Desires

Jeenay ko bhi dil nahi karta . 
marna bhi asaan nahi
Kehne ko hum zinda hain
 per jism me rooh o jaa'n nahi

Dafn karoo'n armaanoan ki
 in zinda laashoa'n ko mein kahaa'n
Hasrat kee maari rahoa'N mein
 Koi Qabr nahi Shamshaan nahi

Poem Details | by Mark J. Halliday |
Categories: conflict, death, fear, military, slavery, soldier, war,

Vultures Feed - A Quatern

Vultures Feed  (Quatern, 1 May 2014)

The vultures fed upon the plains
As one tribe enslaved another
All they left were the dry remains
Husbands, fathers, sons and brothers

Then came the vikings from the north.
The vultures fed upon the plains.
Knights died trying to prove their worth.
Bezerkers killed and terror reigns.

Europe's Napoleon campaigns
Echoed later by the Third Reich
The vultures fed upon the plains
And two Gulf Wars were much alike

Love will fail, the Moon will redden
Nuclear winter, poisoned rains
Prophecies of Armageddon
The vultures fed upon the plains

Poem Details | by Anoucheka Gangabissoon |
Categories: beauty, death, life, lost love, love, memory, love,

The Taj Mahal Of India

O Marvelous Mahal Abode of love with no equal Though I never saw you for real I can sense your power so surreal O Marvelous Mumtaz Your story life would never erase Your knight has you in eternal memory Such is willed as your glory O great edifice of love Seeing you I wish to be a dove Flying all over your structure As the one to admire each of your feature O life, shall you give me such an epic Shall my story be such a relic I pray to be as eternal as the Taj Mahal Glorified by my knight so in love with my boreal!

Poem Details | by Elissa Quigley |
Categories: dark, deep, depression, grief, growing up, metaphor, poems,

Dark

Dark can kill,
quiet and still,
Silent as ever, 
but seen never.

Poem Details | by Mark J. Halliday |
Categories: death, life, time, visionary, war,

Rotating Door--Past Lives contest

Rotating Door 
(M J Halliday 20140623)

I stepped through the rotating door,
To be born in a nameless land.
Recycled again, like before...
A soul as ageless as the sand.

No one escapes mortality.
I stepped through the rotating door.
Spent the next life in a city
Among the disenfranchised poor.

The next few lives were marred by war;
Civilizations rose and fell.
I stepped through the rotating door.
A General said "War is Hell".

This time around, I can recall
Glimpses of what happened before.
In broad contexts, this life seems small.
I stepped through the rotating door.

Poem Details | by Adeleke Adeite |
Categories: best friend,

Death Cannot Kill, What cannot Die

Death cannot kill what cannot die,
though winds can float what cannot fly,
love like great oceans never dry,
faith has a force, don't ask God why.

Truth has a tongue, that cannot lie;
Death cannot kill what cannot die,
what cloud can steal the ageless sky,
who yet unborn can life deny?

It flows in me, o how could I
deny this bond that makes me cry.
Death cannot kill what cannot die,
in storms the waves don't say goodbye.

When twilight dies, daylight says hi,
seasons and times walks in to spy,
sages knows not, they only try,
Death cannot kill what cannot die.


Poem Details | by Lycia Harding |
Categories: dad, death, father daughter, friendship,

Until I Cannot Stand

"Until I cannot stand!"
he bellowed as he smiled
when asked how long he planned
to love his only child

I sit with him by choice
until I cannot stand
the tremor in his voice,
the tremble of his hand

He asked to see his land
and there, said "I will farm
until I cannot!"... Stand
now, Poppa, take my arm...

That spring my Poppa died
but I still feel him and
know he'll be at my side 
until I cannot stand

Poem Details | by Anoucheka Gangabissoon |
Categories: beauty, grief, happy, humorous, sad,

My glorious seat taken

Glory ran in my head I was soon to take the lead Made into the Queen The one to rule behind the screen Was suddenly thrust into the light The limelight shining so bright My seat was there, so shiny It all made me so preppy As I climed the stairs I was all in tears A lifetime of repairs Rang in my own ears When I froze, so stony The announcer said sorry A mistake it was, his own My name thrown on the back lawn I watched, as my seat was taken By my contestant, so gladdened No more to be the Queen I was sure to turn mean!

Poem Details | by HGarvey Daniel Esquire |
Categories: death, life, love, wifeme, me,

A Subconscious Prayer

Lord I beseech Thee : Take me Home
I tire of the Sorrows in LIFE
Joy eludes me ; except in POEM
I Truly miss my Beloved  : WIFE

But I am here, and SHE is There
Lord I beseech Thee : Take me Home
In Heaven I’ll Live anywhere
Golden Castle ; or Oceans foam

I walk along my catacomb
Fearful of Evil, silhouette
Lord I beseech Thee : Take me Home
As Written in “Heaven’s Gazette”

Just once more, I see my “ LENORE “
Be Queen of Heaven’s Honeycomb
Ready to Live FOREVER More
Lord I beseech Thee : Take me Home

Poem Details | by Sam Jameson |
Categories: courage, death, god, heaven,

His Mercy


She was at his mercy this night
Too much controversy to fight
He accepted his full reign of power
As he laid her down like a flower

She closed her eyes, locking them tight
She was at his mercy this night
He brushed aside her silky chestnut strands
And grabbed hold the soft tremble in her hands

She laid her head back and exposed her soul
This feeling so calm, she needed to know
She was at his mercy this night
He adorned her with the love of his sight

She cried for the end, or where it begins
He obeyed her trust and forgave her sins
She then walked with peace into the light
She was at his mercy this night


January 28, 2016

Poem Details | by Aaron Hornfeck |
Categories: confusion, death, faith, introspection

The Dark Dance

Sometimes when I look at things
I can't trust what I see
I don't know if it's really real
Or rather something I perceive

Reality starts to fade away 
My sanity with it goes
One minute it's held together 
The next minute no one knows

Without so much as a warning
Confusion fills my head
So many reasons left to live
Still the voices want me dead

I want to say I'll be okay 
I pray to God it will pass
But if these demons don't go away
The Devil will own my ***

Poem Details | by Elissa Quigley |
Categories: anger, angst, dark, grief, pain,

Pain

black, white, red.
Long, dark, slow.
Quick to come and long to go,
One weakness of all I know.

Poem Details | by Freddie Robinson Jr. |
Categories: baptism, death, religious, truth,

For Truth


For truth, his head got lopped off
John the Baptist, prophet of God
He wore raiment that was not soft,
his voice was as an iron rod

It gave the wicked beat down blues
For truth, his head got lopped off
Preaching to the people good news,
but the unbelievers did scoff

He did not suffer on the cross,
but his voice cries out from the grave
For truth, his head got lopped off:
he said the Messiah would save

Woe to the wicked, he declared
in leather girdle and sackcloth
Baptism of faith was shared
For truth, his head got lopped off

Poem Details | by Ajitha Sharma |
Categories: bereavement, dream, heartbroken, lost love,

A dream of a dream

A dream of a dream I once dreamt,
A dream so vivid and cherished,
In your arms eternity spent!
Our love well-tended and nourished.

Serene I was, content and coy,
A dream of a dream I once dreamt,
Glorious heart basking in joy,
Warmed and bathed in love’s fragrant scent!

Now my soul is broken and bent,
Lost a friend, your shoulder grown cold!
A dream of a dream I once dreamt,
But this cruel pain I cannot hold!

I know we were destined to part,
And you were never for me meant,
Picking up pieces of my heart.
A dream of a dream I once dreamt!

25th October 2015

Poem Details | by Amera Andersen |
Categories: adventure, confusion, death,

Thirteen Swings

Thirteen swings; the pendulum blade
Blistering stings the irons made
Razor steel; encroaches my face
The rats squeal, infesting this place

Ear piercing rings never to fade
Thirteen swings; the pendulum blade
Condemned as a whore, pending gloom
Chained to the floor, this cold dark room

Gnawing pains as I clench my fists
Iron chains, dig into my wrists
Thirteen swings; the pendulum blade
On Satan’s wings, price to be paid

Panic sets in, next swinging stroke
The demons grin at Satan’s joke
Demented kings;  I’m so afraid
Thirteen swings; the pendulum blade 


Poem Details | by HGarvey Daniel Esquire |
Categories: death, love, wife,

One Spirits

Our Spirits meld becoming one
Sister, Brother, Family,LOVE
Spirit Sister, Brother Spirit
Eternity, surrounding us

Earthly hand in Heavenly hand
Our Spirits meld becoming one
As Robins sing, Spring Flowers Bloom
From drinking up warm Summer rain

Serenity, Tranquillity
Has Healed a sad and Broken Heart
Our Spirits meld becoming one
Our Loving Hearts entwine as one

With Angels singing Welcome songs
The Light of Heaven Shining bright
Lenore My Wife, Forevermore
Our Spirits meld: Becoming ONE

Poem Details | by Lizzie Treetop |
Categories: love, death, death, love,

I love You

I love you in death, as in life
You are no longer here but I feel you
I reach out at night in my empty bed
Life goes on, but it will never be the same

I reach out to show you things we cannot share
I love you in death, as in life
You fill my waking hour and calm my soul
I hear your words and still learn

I walk down new paths uplifted and filled with life
So many mountains still yet to climb and conquer
I love you in death as in life
And I will carry our dreams forward so they breathe

Nothing can ever replace the wings you gave me
I soar like an eagle to far and distant lands
Our time together gives meaning to my every waking day
I love you in death as in life