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Poem Details | by Vincent Rossi |
Categories: angst, death, depression, fear, history, life, loss, nature, people, sad, slam, time, war,

Agree to Disagree

                                               
                                               Mankind's greatest
                                                 accomplishment...
                                                       
                                                      

                                                      is death.


Poem Details | by Marchel Tyler |
Categories: death, depression, slam,

Sleep

Do you know what it's like?
Never wanting to wake up.
What it's like to be laying in bed
With all of these thoughts going through your head
Death. Does it hurt?
Is it like sleeping?
****, It must be great.
The nightmare would end, right? 
Can I try it?
I never want to wake up. Please
I'm begging you, just let me sleep.
Because the nightmares I see in my dreams,
They are still more pleasant than this bullshit terror I see when I'm awake.

Poem Details | by Funom Makama |
Categories: grief, natural disasters, slam,

Accident

Little deviation from the rules alone or against another a sudden impact occurs

Poem Details | by Dan Keir |
Categories: adventure, angel, beautiful, business, childhood, death, education, fantasy, farewell, freedom, friendship, funeral, funny, growing up, happiness, happy, health, holiday, home, hope, humorous, imagination, inspirational, nostalgia, on writing and words, parody, passion, patriotic, peace, people, philosophy, slam, social, song, sorrow, sorry, spiritual, time, woman,

Ding Dong The Wicked Witch is Dead

Globally, miners jubilantly jump for joy
Smiles on the faces of every girl and boy
The grins of a newly opened Xmas toy
Thatcher’s dead.

Trade unionists bounce along the street
Music blaring and the tapping of feet
From nurses to Bobbies still on the beat
Thatcher’s dead.

Street parties announced in the nation
Satan who brought economic inflation
Is deceased, now’s the time for elation
Thatcher’s dead.

Its times like this I’m sad I’m an atheist
And can only shout and wave my fist
And then go to the pub and get pissed
Thatcher’s dead.


Poem Details | by Reynaldo Mast |
Categories: dark, depression, fear, grief, pain, people, sad, slam, social, sorrow, sorry, stress,

C H A O S

Could I not see such ugly drawn out choices.

Hollow I feel such nothing for people it is fear that feeds me.

Alone in this forsaken world with nothing to accept.

Order is such pain that it is nothing but chains.

Souls that bare nothing but lost cause to confusion is such utter mistakes.

Poem Details | by Ingrid Showalter Swift |
Categories: death, life, sexy, slam,

Carbonated Sizzle Stop

Carbonated sizzle STOP 
me ....before I start!
I feel the vrrrroom in the room
take me to your carburetor
drop me into first gear
headed... where? .....Homespun 

Oil buster
dirt riding
lowwwwly... throttle neck
Chevy Pick me upper

"you moooove me"
but
Ferrari makes me starry
lamborghini makes me weak

I am grinding my gears here

there's quakes in my breaks...
been riding the straight down
to volume-ator creator 
breaking up the road 
walker
gassing up for the mighty miles
till this life us do part
ways to go 
to the finish me line




Poem Details | by Milan Georges Burovac |
Categories: cancer, cry, dark, death, health, slam,

Om Ega

this emptiness
this nothing
finally - we are

face-to-face
time against time

I am only a human
simpler than one instant

of the fragile flesh
of the roaming mind

a walking dead

Poem Details | by Tom Hyam |
Categories: allah, dedication, depression, natural disasters, nostalgia, recovery from..., science, slam, snow, sympathy,

The Physical embodiment of Aisle 49

Poverty grot and grime
Have existed throughout time
A place where intellect and truth cannot shine
All of this is embodied on Isle 49

Segregated due to types and shapes
Men acting like thoughtless apes
Not even allowed to eat the smallest of grapes
All of this is embodied in Aisle 49

The occasional safety rail
Offers no protection from the emotional hail
And the sound when Turbo starts to wail
All of this is embodied in Aisle 49

The convergence of two great areas 
Starting the creation of diseases like Malarias
Reminding me of great operatic arias
All of this is embodied in Aisle 49

Oh Iku why have you forsaken me
All I  ever wanted was to make you see
That I had one ready.

Poem Details | by darnett shimmy yeah |
Categories: death, life, sad, slam

Death Rattle

   a small
        shuddering
gasp;
   his dying      b r e a t h

Poem Details | by Johnson Chidi Okpara |
Categories: life, slam, sympathy,

DEAD RASCAL

Alive and given a destiny
Love of parents was in mutiny
Grew up in a cold slum
Had a choice, every Sunday the church would come

Life was lived on the highway
His spirit died he lived without The Way

He is the "man", but with no brain
Playing stunt on top of a moving train

The devil dashed him the final blow
See his sober dead body like a cat's mew

Poem Details | by mourning mist |
Categories: death, health, introspection, philosophy, slam,

Enslaved By Darkened Feminine Race

Enslaved by dominance and shackles,

Submissively obedient in silence,

Femme fatales with their modernized slavery,

Man kneels and then bows,

Yielding to remain in servitude,

Controlled by the darkened dominant feminine race.

Poem Details | by Marcedies Rhodes |
Categories: angst, animals, history, on writing and words, sad, slam, sympathy, me,

Leashed Down

Leashed Down


Bound by my hands
Bound by my legs
Bound by my waist 
Bound by my neck
I can't  hear
I can't  smell
I can't taste
I can't see
I put everything away and only thought of
What brought me joy.Nor do I want to
Cry leaving my captures to smile about
To gloat,to have that unknown brutal power
Over me which is held in one tear.
My  body numb,my heart is stopped,my mind is blank
Is this dying? Why am I paralyzed? Could it be falling a sleep?
These chains are cold but everything is hot.What feeling beside
Pity would become of me?..Be it not grief not sadness not even remorse.
But as I stand up from this seat,I am nothing more then a well mannered
Pup on a tight leash.

Poem Details | by Brittany Andrews |
Categories: childhood, confusion, daughter, death, depression, family, father, fear, forgiveness, funeral, growing up, life, lost love, sad, slam, time, fear,

The White of Your Eyes

As I look at the whites of your eyes
I feel horror, fear rumbling inside me.

I grind my teeth together when I see you walking.

I fear you, I fear when you talk, shout, when you raise your hand.

I'v always feared you, but no more.
The fear I had of you I turned it into courage.

Now I no longer fear you.
I laugh when you raise your hand, when you shout.

Cuz the only thing I see you as...
Is a dead man walking.

And now your in the ground where you belong.


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Poem Details | by PRISCILLA willis |
Categories: allegory, angst, anniversary, death, faith, loss, lost love, mystery, people, recovery from..., religion, slam, visionary, war,

Churchbell

Bones of rotting timbre mimic 
morgues of truth
Pleading memories of oaths to rigor 
mortised youth
Snide sacrosanct hides under 
shrouds of pride
placing careful snares under 
gleaming stares
These selective few
they ingratiate you...
Even the doubtful  few
These ephemeral ghosts clapping at 
unspoken jokes
Wheezing from their throats to 
laugh as they choke.



Poem Details | by Carol Eastman |
Categories: angst, business, confusion, death, education, fear, history, loss, people, philosophy, political, sad, slam, sympathy, urban, war,

Loss of innocence

Houses lost, friends go away…
Then others I’ve never known…
Some areas worse, some less…
But all have seen the scar…

Empty homes with vacant eyes…
The bank will own the loan…
Won’t let lose their precious prize…
Until they’ve made a score…

A few will pass thru many hands…
Most will wait with time…
In the end we all lose…
With tears in our eyes…

The only winner any where…
Is the bank that still holds on…
There was really no doubt on this…
As the monster gobbles more…

As still so much is lost by all...


Poem Details | by Katherine Stella |
Categories: animals, caregiving, depression, funny, history, imagination, life, places, recovery from..., sympathy, visionary

Down And Out Haiku Slam

<                                          whispers of the wind .........
                                            speak to enchanted sea .........
                                            bp ........  going down

Poem Details | by Shayla Dendinger |
Categories: death, depression, sad, slam, song-sorry, thank you,

Thoughtless

everywhere i go faces looking
people talking
people screaming

the sad faces
in the wrong places

nowhere to go

darkened rooms
horrible dreams

dead memories
still here to haunt me

if you move on 
the past stays 

a man in my dream
what really happened will be revealed

if i were to lie
i would be in shame
as any human would

after a while you stop thinking
and you just move forward
not knowing what the future holds

but knowing its not good

the horror they live in

the horror of war
the horror of the legends the people start
and the horror of being human

Poem Details | by William Moore |
Categories: business, confusion, death, depression, life, loss, sad, slam, social, sorryhope,

Heat

HEAT
WLM/KDW
Wildncrazy555
April 18, 2011

Waiting on the corner
Should we warn her
Of the approaching danger
Like a silent still ranger
She has been caught as a snitch
Out comes the evil, mean witch
We may to her have to slice
Into little pieces we love to dice
With a rock to her neck she will sink
After a while she will begin to stink
And no one will ever know
For through time she will never show
This is a terrible place
 Which has fallen from all of God’s grace 
We hope we may
Live through the day
And hope to always stay
To live another day



Poem Details | by Christopher Flaherty |
Categories: slam,

Death Uniforms Blue and White Stripes Cleanliness Godliness SLAM

The uniformity of death

Blue and White

Fattened out with pin stripes

Until they did not resemble 

A single shred of humanity

A ghost in all but name

Shamed and maimed

Dead behind the eye's and soul

Destined for the showers

Where cleanliness,
Is next to godliness

Meant exactly that
















Poem Details | by Christopher Flaherty |
Categories: slam,

A Rose upon thy Grave

Why place something as beautiful 
as a rose

On something as barren as a grave

Why string a symphony

To accompany a bodies soul

When it is finally spent

Better an eerie silence

And a thorny thistle 

To accompany on one's journey

To meet thy maker

Poem Details | by Christopher Flaherty |
Categories: death, slam,

A good way to die or a bad way

Good way to die

V

Bad way

Which is better ?

Time to watch and accept ?

Or

Taken suddenly ?

To wish farewell however painful

Or

To never have had the opportunity to say goodbye at all