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Poem Details | by Gershon Wolf |
Categories: death, onomatopoeia, sound,

Ssssss

Snake's hiss
  Death's kiss


Poem Details | by Paula Swanson |
Categories: death, introspection

The Last Sound

What will be the last sound whispered to your ear When it is you feel your soul parting from here Could be a lovers sigh while lying in their bed Or the coyotes call echoing instead A tear drop drifting down a cheek in sadness The sound that a bullet makes when it strikes your flesh The waves of the ocean pulling you under Startling honk of a horn as into traffic you blunder The final words of prayer with Last Rites given Hopefully not the words you will never be forgiven
Featured Poem on Poetry Soup, June 6, 2010

Poem Details | by Vladislav Raven |
Categories: death, dream, loss, soldier,

Let Not The Final Trumpet sound

I have thought many battles in my time,
through centuries pages I have walked tall.
My stories told through battles bloody rhyme,
every death my mind it does recall.

My God in Heaven please hear now my plea,
that battle's end shall come and I find peace.
Let war upon this earth forever flee
and my warring spirit find sweet release.

Through blood and flame my spirit it has sung,
a song of death from my lips it has flown.
Shall I never hear the peace bell be rung,
or shall war sing until I stand alone.

Alone in darkness at the end of time,
the final trumpet sounds, Man's final crime.

05/01/2019

Poem Details | by Katy Lavasser |
Categories: death, nature, perspective, poetry, sky, sound, weather,

The Storm

As the sky grew grey
People in dismay
But the flowers screaming hooray hooray

Thunder grew violent
And the people went silent
Finally some peace and quiet

For I am dreary
And the sky eerie
The people are growing more and more weary

Clouds violently crying
Happiness slowly dying
People not wanting to be goodbying

Rain like tears
Thunder was your worst fear
People screaming "the end is near the end is near"

Thrashing
Slashing
Crashing

That was the end of all human life ever lasting



Poem Details | by Blake Holland |
Categories: addiction, allusion, angel, anger, art, celebration, confusion, crazy, depression, desire, earth, emotions, fantasy, fear, feelings, freedom, god, grief, health, humanity, humorous, image, imagination, life, loneliness, love, magic, music, nonsense, peace, planet, political, poverty, power, pride, psychological, sound, space, spiritual, stars, stress, suicide, sympathy, teen, usa, wisdom, world,

An Aquarian Exposition

Take the pill
on the hill
and don't be shrill
when you see the rainbow
when you are low.
Just go with the flow
and eat the purple snow.
Chase the rabbits 
through the green field
but use my shield 
to end all of your habits.

Poem Details | by Ggg Bbb |
Categories: chocolate, death, fire, music, silence, sound,

Theater chess, 2-5

2# Silence spoke to me when i was feeling very, very small ...

Poem Details | by Danny Stinson |
Categories: death, lost love, words,

The Softest Sound

Follow the footsteps in the snow. Down that path: Dare you go? Sprint around the twists and turns; Find the cove that sunlight spurns. There you'll find your love alone. "Why?" Are the words she shall moan. Then Death will lift her from the ground: Dying words are the softest sound.

Poem Details | by Gail Foster |
Categories: death, light, nature, seasons, sorrow, sound, winter,

The Souls of Spring's Children

softly, whispering
featherfalls on silent stone
winter, gravity

lost in the fog, birds
grieving morning voicelessly
remembering love

dead diamonds, ditches
glittering cold promises
fossil furrow froze

darkness, deepening
the womb and the grave hiding
secrets and shadows

in the ground, waiting
the souls of springs children sing
muffled lullabies

© Gail Foster 2016

Poem Details | by Greg Stanley |
Categories: death,

The Sound of the Clock

The sound of the clock:
tick… tick… tick
Makes me feel so
sick… sick… sick.
Weaker with each
breath… breath… breath.
All I can think of
death… death… death.


By: Greg Stanley 
January 3, 2012

Poem Details | by Jasmine Koria |
Categories: death, farewell, father, grief,

The Sound of Grief

Your life support machine
The church bells
The tyres of the hearse on mud that still looks like the soles of your shoes
The choir
Grandma's flowers falling onto your casket
The curious indifference of birds on a sunny, beautiful
Morning

Cameras clapping for you 
Your brothers talking 
Friends breathing out cautiously
Lace falling over the glass just above you
Concrete rolling home
My brother breathing in
My heart beating
Still.

Poem Details | by Chad Wood |
Categories: death,

Silent Was the Mightiest Sound

She drove in the morning in  
veil-like fogs, hair whipped in

a stream of windows, cracked. Like
slick, black snakes, her leather

skin faced days, days, and yet
more days, with a cigarette lit so

her red embers glow in the dimness.
A puff from her nostrils, another

from her lips, her trembling hands
subside on the wheel, save for two

fingers with a smoke-stick stuck
between them.  It wasn't the hum

of the engine, or the rasp in her
breath.  No, it was her silence

that taught us mostly, ours and
hers alike. When days, days, and

more days passed, silent was her
sound, and it was the mightiest

sound of them all.

Poem Details | by Jermaine Kirimi |
Categories: angel, confusion, death,

SOUND OF DEATH

I am in deed messed up, 
    My heart pounding on the rock,

As I pierce my pain on the phase of a tanzanite,
    I Grimm as I reap down the valley,

My stress is too dim trying to get hold of the rest,
    Test me twice thrice is no test,

The psychology played tormenting! 
    Facts are stated but never illuminated,

Light is darker but why not show the light,
    I alight my path but the eerie of the air,

Still black as coal as stuffy as foul,
    My play is to wait for the dark clouds to pass,

But I see no hope only the reapers touch,
    I lie to ground and wait my fate,

Let the earth and sky decide or weigh,
    Am at peace let me relax and wait.

Poem Details | by Osman Gani |
Categories: death, introspection, visionary, sound, sound,

FROZEN IN DARKNESS

As the frozen air touched my skin
Shuddered I with sense of Dead,
Being heart and blood cold in sin
Recalling my decisive day’s dread.

The silence grew more than silent.
A hushing sound roamed around.
Whisperings caused soul’s torment
As the tiny rabbit chased by hound.

The sounds audible yet unheard
Being wordless yet only in vowels.
The hurling violent winds stroked
The senses as the wavering bells.

The silent sound broke by dog barks
As if marking the presence of Death
Who called me or summoned in Darks
Of eternity that is buried beneath.

Poem Details | by Mathieu de Casanove |
Categories: introspection, life, nostalgia, sympathy,

Symphony Sound Sympathy

Once I whispered like a child
Cup-handed (gleefully)
But the cup is full of whiskey now
I fumbled (shamefully)
My head was filled with light
Your imagination: my symphony
My mind is cluttered now
My indignation: your sympathy

Poem Details | by George Oxbury |
Categories: death, sound, sound,

When Sirens Sound

When sirens sound and shatter through the air,
As happened when it dawned; this truth…
That all of us had come to stand and stare
Into the eyes of bygone youth.

The note beneath the body's name told tales:
Malicious plants that seek to blight;
They painted, on his pallid face, the wails
That told us shadows of his plight.

Our grief united all of us, but still,
Observing closely I could see
The two of us united in our ill…
Then will the sirens sound for me?

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

Melancholy Sound

                                                         
       Standing on the top of the cliffs, overlooking : Melancholy Sound 
         The ominous black whistle of a Fairy tale; Princess Cruise Ship
In the light of blind LOVE, a smokestack wails as the smell of Death ; Abounds
       The groaning ebony whistle, evaporates into the Portals of the past
Leaving the image of Everlasting LOVE written in the sky by the Golden Rays of the Sun
                         I walk away leaving my Reminiscing  behind

             Inspired by Janette Fisher’s Contest : “ Sounds Familiar “

Poem Details | by Tun Lin Soe |
Categories: conflict, death of a friend, feelings, rain, sound,

Night and Fear

The rain was whispering 
Like my grandmother 
When I was little bay 
Saying hey "Futu Weak up "
Then but all in silent right
I was one though in sight .

Dan! Dan! I heard a sound 
Then I went out but nothing found , 
I think there may someone at ground 
I called hey Mom! Weak up! Weak up!  
Night was so deep but so no light 
Then I got in Mom room 
Where I was a clear bed I found 
So scared me ! I tried to call my brothers
And sisters who were sleeping low floor. 
But I couldn't,  I was tied
 with my mouth sound, I called hardly 
But couldn't make a sound . 

Tun Lin Soe  ( Soul of Rohang)

Poem Details | by Jacque Graham |
Categories: death, husband, political, sound, sound,

A Thousand Splendid Suns Part 6

The war is a part of life
There was always the sound of bombs
The sound of people dying
One landed close
The neighbors
Rasheed and I rushed out 
The house was destroyed
I saw pieces of the mother
The father
Under a pile of rubble was the girl, Laila
So young and beautiful
Lost her parents
Home
Future
Rasheed carried her to our house
We cared for her till she was strong
Rasheed doted on her
I knew his intentions
Soon I would not be the only one
The only wife to Rasheed
For Laila it was my fate 
Or death.

Poem Details | by Danny Stinson |
Categories: death,

The Sound of Her Wings

Softly, she floats through the skies With wings she received when she died.

Poem Details | by Anna Hopper |
Categories: child, death, music,

The sound of angels music only she could hear contest

The silence was thick and bothersome
The choice of attire, coal black
The attendees formed a circle
Strung together by hands, a grieving pack

His body was displayed in a peaceful manner
Photos adorned the otherwise bare room
Monotone colors set a dreary mood
The atmosphere portrayed pure gloom

In the midst of the mourning ritual
Mary Jane's began to tap
Before long they swept across the room
Humble black shoes with a broken strap

This tiny person had the pack intrigued
Drawn in by her honest spirit
They watched her body twirl at ease
There was music, but only she could hear it

10/5/2015



Poem Details | by Katherine Braithwaite |
Categories: angst, death of a friend, devotion, loss,

No sound no sight

In fields of lushest  buttercups we ‘d lie
We’d watch the clouds as gently they blew by.
Love was born we thought would never die.
But now you’re gone and here I sadly sigh

That love itself remains without your form
Yet tears of loss enfold me like a storm.
I knew you’d never hurt or  do me harm.
I  felt your smile’s embrace, so wide, so warm.

How is the world,now emptied of your being?
No sound,no touch,no smell,no sight,no seeing.
How is the world when you have gone ahead
Yet I must linger in my lonely bed?

Some days I weep with gladness for my friends
Some days I weep in sadness without end.

Poem Details | by Greg Gaul |
Categories: death, fear, inspiration, life, philosophy, sound, spiritual,

Under Everything

the fear of death is
the undeniable primal
roar under everything

Poem Details | by PJ Gongora |
Categories: death, dream, murder, music, mystery, nostalgia, sound,

Sound of Violin

I hear the night of your appalling death
In the theme of silent despair your next
For worthless life that incident had bet
Then seized the light of your musical text. 
Your crest fallen ghost haunts my sentiment
As if telling denouement of unknown
And notes unwritten shares an involvement
With an instrument death has not yet shown. 
Now I'm taking an ear feasting revenge
To clear the puzzle your death left unsolved;
The music you own inspired to avenge
My master tenor talent pain absolved. 
Since its only sounds my ear outmost lean
Let me be the heir of your violin.

Poem Details | by Wren Rushing |
Categories: dark, death,

The Sound Of Shovels Scrape

A man once knelt beside a mirrored pool,
stared into the eyes of a faithless fool.
An empty soul who made a devil's pact,
to turn away from truth in search of fact.

With no light to shine on this troubled trail,
he then became lost, then slipped and fell.
Leaving all he knew for a promised lie,
he lived in darkness til the day he died.

Now all alone deep in his earthly tomb,
he ponders his choice of eternal doom.
He is kept awake from his peaceful sleep,
by the mournful hymns while the widows weep.

Sometimes he hears the sound of shovels scrape,
he knows another fool has sealed their fate.




3/10/19

Poem Details | by Robert Hermann |
Categories: history, sad, sympathy, sound, sound,

Sounds Of Civil War

I crossed the Fields of Misery 
And wept in blood-let streams. 
I saw the face of Terror 
Frozen in a soldier's scream. 

I heard the sound of laughter; 
Children playing in the sun. 
I heard the sound of thunder; 
Clapping from a torrent gun. 

I knelt with bitter silence; 
Mute heroes washed ashore. 
I heard the distant cannons 
Chanting hymns of civil war.