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Poem Details | by Elaine George |
Categories: death, life,

All too Soon

One windy night upon my breast
I felt the kiss of winter’s breath
A breath that blew me into flight 
Upon my breast one windy night

A leaf once green now bathed in red
With coat of spring and summer shed
True color bursting at the seams
Now bathed in red a leaf once green

Upon your breath I learned to fly
A flame of glory in the sky
Not knowing that the price was death
I learned to fly upon your breath

But all too soon I came and went
The seasons of my life were spent
A bud in spring that came to bloom
I came and went - but all too soon


Author: Elaine Cecelia George





Poem Details | by Jess Opperman |
Categories: death, dedication, grief, loss, love, miss you, sorrow, wife,

To My Darling

If I could will my heart to stop
and breathe a final breath
I'd sit beneath an old oak tree
and trade my life for death

The pain in life of losing you
is more than I can bear
how can a man be happy when
his better half's not there

Life's meaning's gone when I lost you
no purpose can I find
for you were but the reason i
loved life and cherished time

I cannot will my heart to stop
I'm waiting for the sign
from God to show His mercy to
unite us one more time

Poem Details | by Gerard Keogh |
Categories: death, nature, seasons, winter, winter,

October Brings No Rest For These

Emerald etchings are given birth 
to bask their lives in summer's sun, 
until brushing brutal winters cheek, 
They cower yellow; brown undone. 
Swirling down onto concrete pyres, 
They somersault to a random grave. 
The earth lays claim to copper corpses 
But the winter wind is a cunning knave. 
It finds and flips the fallen fibers, 
then flings them crisply to the street. 
The failing sheaves of burnt magenta, 
tossed like chaff from harvest wheat. 
Now strewn about with playful malice, 
and denied the resting place they crave, 
for the golden sun is a glint of amber, 
but the winter wind is a chilling knave.

Poem Details | by Kelly Deschler |
Categories: death, inspirational, life, meaningful, time, today, wisdom,

If Not Tomorrow

What is to come
if not tomorrow,
when all is left is
no time to borrow

Moments remain still
nothing else matters,
seconds stop ticking
and yesterday shatters

Was today really lived
even any memory made,
as mundane and routine
overshadow and fade

Death only comes
when we never live,
dwelling on pain
all becoming negative

Throwing away hours
and wasting a minute,
the time of your life
is surely not infinite

Live relentlessly until
the last breath is taken,
dream on and on again
until illusion is shaken

Be left with memories
not regret or sorrow,
in time for today
if not tomorrow.







Poem Details | by Yoni Dvorkis |
Categories: death, depression

Ash on the Floor

A plastic smile
He waves hello
To all his friends
He'll never know

Beneath his skin
There lives the sin
Protected by
The hurt within

A silent wish
A crazy thought
How does one kill
A mind distraught?

An answer looms
As dead as leaves
It covers life
In gasoline

A matchstick lit
An open sore
A fire burns
Consumes the core

The pain is gone
Forevermore
When all that's left
Ash on the floor

Poem Details | by Francis J Grasso |
Categories: death, emotions, sad,

new beginning

willows weeping
white doves wail
wild wind blowing
black clouds sail

broken dreams
torn and tattered
tomorrows hopes now
trashed and shattered

dying love
don't give up
pray to god
and be tough


Written June 13, 2016

Poem Details | by Kelly Deschler |
Categories: death, fear, Lullaby, uplifting,

Death Be But A Lullaby

Death be but a lullaby
which sings the soul to sleep,
calming is thy tender melody
so no more we may weep

Death be but a lullaby
to soothe thy weary head,
once overcome by life's travails
now freely dances with the dead

Death be but a lullaby
how sweetly the reaper sings,
his harmony of heaven uplifts
as if carried upon white wings

Death be but a lullaby
meant to follow right along,
walk behind his hooded robe
this Pied Piper and his song

Death be but a lullaby
to listen to without fear,
when the reaper's tolling bell
comes a'ringing in thy ear.




Poem Details | by Ray Dillard |
Categories: courage, death, war, men,

Remember the Alamo

The Texans weren't supposed to be
 Holding the old mission.
Sam Houston sent Jim Bowie there.
 Said he had a vision.

Bowie wanted to save the fort.
 So did Colonel Travis.
They say when Santa Anna came
 Carnage there was massive.

Two hundred men would die that day.
 One was Davey Crockett.
He couldn't save the Alamo.
 Too few men to stop it.

Santa Anna won the battle,
 Taking back the city.
He killed each and every soldier.
 Showing them no pity.

Santa Anna was defeated
 Outside San Jacento.
The Texans bore the battle cry,
 Remember Alamo!

1/15/2013
RAY

Poem Details | by Robyn Thomas |
Categories: allegory, animal, beauty, betrayal, christian, corruption, creation, environment, grief, murder, nature, tiger, tree, tribute,

The tigress' mark

She prowls the night
with clenched jaw and pride,
nothing able to smite
her remorseless stride.

The ominous reflection of moon 
shines forth from devouring eyes
of a nocturnal beauty spun on the loom
of the Creator's bid and sighs.

Grace moves her every limb
and she precedes an enraged scream
caused by ruins of a forest now grim
and held alive by all but one stream.

Her claws prophesy of vengeance 
though her heart yearns for reconciliation.
Yet now there would be no leniency 
for a soul's annihilation. 

Now on journeys through lush valleys and ashes
she will embark
until all that remains after furious thrashes
will be the tigress' mark.

Poem Details | by Tom Hitt |
Categories: allegory, allusion, death, introspection, life, retirement, words,

So Words Become

So words become; the order of the day
and order of the day becomes
the soldiered meaning of all work and play,
the ever present, beating drums.

Then words become; the lure of the lie
and liars lure every son
with shadows of gold 'til they all but die,
to retire, to be, to be done.

And then, once again; the words become
the order of every day
to sleep, to awake, to be dead and done,
'til all words fly, ever away.
  ~TH~

Poem Details | by Barbara Gorelick |
Categories: animal, children,

Sympathy by Briton Riviere

The little girl sat alone on the step Thinking of what she had said and done Sad and alone, she needed a friend Gladly there appeared just the one A cold nose and a friendly lick Her dog snuggled up without question As always he needed no explanations There with the greatest of canine affection
Inspired by his 1878 picture- Sympathy go to Allposters.com/

Poem Details | by Barbara Gorelick |
Categories: bird, death,

The Raven




Through the open window
An unintended entry way
Pale the moonlight streaming
Careless, now the price to pay

It perched upon my bedpost
All reality to confound
A tilted head, a beady eye
As yet he made no sound

My secret now revealed
He knew my every thought
My visitor in a feathered cape
Harbinger of death he brought

At last a guttural  caw I heard
And in terror begged" no more",
"Leave me be to my just fate
for yes, I killed the fair Lenore"….


With apology to Mr... Poe



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 Richard Lamoureux |
Categories: change, death, people, seasons,

Seasons End

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.

Poem Details | by Emile Pinet |
Categories: death, depression, feelings, flower, hurt, imagery, sad,

Forget-me-not

Blue petals of a forget-me-not 
resting upon a marble headstone,
with this image weighing on my heart
I play my violin all alone.

Looking out of place amidst white rock
a blue as vivid as crimson blood,
rebuffs the paling pallor of death
with a promise conveyed in its bud.

The icy hand of fear grips my heart
shrouded in a cerulean hew,
as callused fingers caress the strings
lamenting the love I feel for you. 

Grief resonates within every note 
sending sad tears dribbling down my cheeks,
as I evoke lasting memories
granting my soul the comfort it seeks.

Poem Details | by Kelly Deschler |
Categories: death, emotions, fear, forgiveness, freedom, lost love, metaphor, sorry, voice,

Echo

Many voices from the past,
Always echoing in my head,
How long can it last,
I thought you were dead.

You always tell me what to do,
So I don't make a mistake,
Somehow you always knew,
How many I could make.

Because once I hurt you,
And you'll never let me forget,
But what can I do,
You're not quite dead yet.

Why won't you leave me alone,
Will you never forgive me,
I wish I could atone,
Please, just let me be.

The hollow echo of your voice,
Will linger on forever,
You've given me no choice,
It'll never stop, ever.

The sound of you used to make me smile,
But now it tortures me,
I will always be in denial,
So an end I'll never see.




Poem Details | by Emile Pinet |
Categories: eulogy, fantasy, feelings, poetry, writing, , literature,

Rhyming's Blase

I have gathered you here today
to mourn rhyming poetry’s death.
For modern poets think it's too blasé
regardless its rhythm or breath.

Lyrical literature’s cliché
although it's been regaled for years.
For now there’s a different way
of expressing your fears and tears.

Locked in the dusty pages of time
rhyme died because critics shunned it.
And its once clear distinctive chime 
was stripped of its rapier wit.  

Beloved and yet missed by few
it has slipped into history.
Yet when I hear what rhyme can do
it’s death remains a mystery. 

It's been laid to rest by free style
lift your pens and bid it adieu! 
Yet visit it once in a while
and help keep its legacy true.

Poem Details | by Charlie Smith |
Categories: grave, memory, remember,

Beyond A Name



     With pride to boast when gnarled in vines
     that seek to take as nature's own
     this citadel of time will be defined
     more than just letters carved in stone

     Though time and tangled growth obscures
     truest course of meaning now laid to rest
     honor held most sacred from love endures
     upon this face were such intentions prest

     Proudly this guardian of life's measure stands
     a post to which nothing else would ever claim
     that beckons pride with hushed commands
     mysteries held to know beyond just a name

     Overgrown With Vines Contest
     Sponsored BY Broken Wings
     09/26/2016

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 Carolyn Devonshire |
Categories: visionaryfather, father, me,

Dream of Death

I dreamt my father came to me
From beyond the grave words spoken
He held my hand and said to me
Your life cycle has broken

Mom sent me here to fetch you
And take you home to heaven
I rejoiced and hugged my Dad
Eager to see my late folks and husband

But before I could get dressed to leave
My father had departed
Does he still wait to take me home?
Answer, Dad, I'm broken hearted

To join all my loved ones in the afterlife
Brings great joy to me, no fear
So I will sleep lightly again tonight
In hopes Dad will reappear


*Entry for the "Dream Land" contest.   (Based on a real dream.)

Poem Details | by Emile Pinet |
Categories: bereavement, death, emotions, faith, feelings, inspirational, love,

Let It Be

Let it be, let it be
time to face the unknown.
God’s angels comfort me
I'm loved and not alone.

Let it be let it be
the winds of fate have blown.
Can’t you see that I’m free
death’s but a stepping stone.

Let it be let it be
don't be sad, shed no tears.
I’m there in memories
we’ve shared over the years.

Let it be let it be
I will always be near.
It’s my soul’s destiny
rejoice and have no fear.

Let it be, let it be
I’m a mere dream away.
And wait for you above
where we will meet someday.


(Quatrain)

8/14/2016

Poem Details | by Joshua Brown |
Categories: cry, depression, emotions, feelings, grief, hope, how i feel, lost, sad, sorrow,

Little, Orange Ball

An orange little ball,
Tattered and torn to bits,
No longer does it fly straight,
Its course lost, its path in fits,

An orange little ball,
Sad within its cracks and in its creases,
Faded bumps, its lost its grip,
It now falls to pieces,

Orange little ball,
Come to death smiling,
Never live just to die,
Happiness lives in and amidst the crying,

Orange little ball,
Wipe the tears away,
There is peace to be found,
In and amongst the fray.

Poem Details | by Francis J Grasso |
Categories: death of a friend, lost love, sad,

Autumn Leaves

Autumn leaves are falling,
there is sadness in my heart.
Red passions, golden memories
have gathered to depart.

The chilling winds of winter
blow across a barren field,
stripped of all its splendor,
of the beauty once revealed.

Flowers painted yellow,
blossoms pink and white,
just dust between the furrows
in the slowly dimming light.

Free to sail the heavens
no longer bound with slings.
Black bird into emptiness 
I soar on broken wings.

written 11.28.2016

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 Sandra Haight |
Categories: caregiving, lonely, sad, sympathy,

Okay, Just Drop One In

Okay, Just Drop One In Okay, just drop one in his cup, or maybe two or more, in trembling hands that he holds up, while begging eyes implore. Wrapped up in tattered coat, his home, wherever he may end; cast out by fate and all alone... this cup, his only friend. Okay, just drop one in his cup, a bill or batch of change, to see him smile when he looks up... as fear with hope exchange. To see eyes sparkle and well up... perhaps today he eats. Okay, just drop one in his cup; revive this heart that beats. Sandra M.Haight ~10th Place~ Contest: Okay, Just Drop One In Sponsor: John Lawless Judged: 10/04/2016