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Black Eyed Susan
death, funeral, loss, mother
time heals all wombs
the priest babbles on
I watch your
in the rain
Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: End Of Life
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
False Dawn's ribbon invades the night
Fear forbids to close my weary eyes
Drift off, away, never more to rise
What's the point of hanging on?
Should I give in, Let be done?
Riddled body... Lying quiet
I have said my farewells
A lonely tolling of Bells
Kind Spirits implore
Of Time called
A new life
Ph.d Volo Von Wolfenstein
death, nature, sky,
Those big rolling plains,
as if the ground with golden sun is stained,
and that sky as if the oceans northward rised,
layed flat above:
the sky and earth are making love.
There, I breathe the air,
As if my final moments here, are laced with God,
a divine plot,
and the end is drawing near
JSLambert Mister ROBOTO
art, death, depression, girlfriend-boyfriend, loss, lost love, love, teen
hope lies slit wrist
not much tight twist~
twitch finger missed kiss~~
guilty little witchy miss~~~
long run nothing there
cold breath steaming stare
thought you've always known
never cared busy phone
times gone bye bye
no regrets we die
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****the shape is Supposed to be of two lovers dancing!
creation, death, earth, environment, humanity, judgement, nature, nostalgia, planet, world,
More and more to our suburban sprawl
Proliferating roads with rush hour crawl.
Crush of humanity completely unfurled
Replacing an irretrievable natural world
Along with farm lands never more tilled
Buried by progress that’s never fulfilled.
Identical houses lined up in many plots
On biologically sterilized landscape lots.
Residers never happy with their things,
Joneses always having the latest bling.
We look in wrong quarters for invaders
Thinking foreign, possibly alien raiders,
Imaging assimilation coming from afar,
Blind to how much like the Borg we are.
Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Thin Line
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
blue, grief, lost,
When hope in everything else is lost,
that is when we look for miracles.
for hiding the ever flowing tears,
the thundering rain to drench.
To overwhelm a broken soul,
we wish for a wounded leg.
Train ourselves to smile,
at the face of trouble.
A wandering saint!
from possession, -Ravi
we walk away.
Not to own,
confusion, death, hope, introspection, loss, nature, people,
Scattered skies, scattered mind.
I float above myself like a stray nimbus cloud.
I watch the world float by below me.
The wind blows right through me.
I break apart.
death, dedication, depression, devotion, father, loss,
Time Can only Tell When
We Will Meet And Be In
Each Others Arms Again Time
Will Bring Us Together Never
Apart We Can Hug Each
Other And Hold Each Other
Time Is On Our Side ANd
We Got All The Time
In The World.
GRIEF a VVV poem
NOTE a VVV (visual vertical verse) is a proverbial style shape poem inspired by A R Ammons 'Cleavage and Chasm ' poetry to which I have now applied this new convenient label and an integral title.
Hear me recite my poems on youtube under my pen name ichthyschiro
and catch my short forms on twitter @strandpoet..
I saw him alone, in his' own little world.
Eyes pinched together, barely able,
To see over the edge of infinity.
I watch him.
Not with my eyes, but with my soul.
My heart aches.
A single drop of blood falls, in an anguished cry.
His' blanket, fell at his' feet.
Snow, danced around the body, and,
I could almost hear them laughing.
Were they merry,At knowing he had strayed from his' broken state?
I watched, and I scratched my mind,
On a whisp of barbed wire.
Grief - Visual Vertical Verse
November 4, 2019
Poetry/Visual Vertical Verse/Shape/Grief
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1193-761-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for FTI Blog Series 18 - Grief-VVV
Podium Place 1
death, devotion, faith, inspirational, life, time, time, time,
Time is steadfast and unchanging.
I continues forever and waits
for none. Like the night,
it's dark to many.
must be treasured.
For today could be your
last. But as for one time is
nothing. For as with God eternity lasts.
February 1, 2020
Poetry/Shape/Visual Vertical Verse
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1221-193-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Submitted to F F I Blog Series 67- VVV
Podium Place One