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Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: autumn, death, summer,

And Sweet Is Her Demise

In primrose twilight, summer is still near. She whispers in my ear; I hear her in the one lone owl that hoots to only me. I wake to find her shining through the clouds - though breathing not so warmly on my cheek. I glimpse her waning smile as in a field I dance to soundless music in her sun. My mind goes wandering, and in the breeze I hear her sigh, for she is lingering within the scent of asters that I pluck. I’m hanging on to that one glint I see of her before me in gold glitter dusk. But in the cries of geese across the sky, she calls goodbye, and sweet is her demise. Dec. 2, 2016 for the Blank Verse Poetry Contest of Janice Canerdy


Poem Details | by Sohini Mukherjee |
Categories: death, deep, mystery, , sweet love,

Ashes


Hell's perpetual fires
Burning up my frenzied desires
I'm gurgling up a rebellion
Can you feel it frothing?

You sure have claws
That scratched my skin raw
The blood is everywhere
Do you see it spilling?

I barely recognised your voice 
Cold and harsh like beaten up ice
My ephemeral lovesong was meant to be sung
Can you hear it dying?

Just one more knot
Tied up your body to the cot
I'm pouring the fuel around
Don't you smell it burning?

Goodbye my sweet love
Endure what you deserve
I've been waiting to burn you to ashes
Did you see this coming?



Poem Details | by SKAT A |
Categories: change, death, family, future, heart, heaven, hello,

Linda-Marie, my sweet family

Forever my BFF

Your heart
Your smiles
You cared, when others wouldn't 

You are one of a kind,
No one here will ever come close, to the beauty from your heart
Linda my bff, I miss you, and I wish you were here
You made this place a better place
You made this place shine

One day my friend, I will see you and again, 
In a place, where you are the Angel
Welcoming me' for a second time, 
Holding the door to another home, as you did here on the soup.

I love you my BFF Linda-Marie.

By; SKAT


Poem Details | by amie scheitel |
Categories: death, loss, mother, baby, prayer, baby, girl,

sweet baby girl

Sweeter than a flower special as could be
A little girl softly asleep
Kneeling in prayer singing a tune
Beautiful young one baby girl
See her face glowing
Know that she's going to a better place
Surrounded by angels
Near the pearly gates
Safely in the sacred arms
Looking up at Jesus face
Sweeter than a flower
Special as could be
A little girl softly asleep
Close your eyes right now
See her going
To a better place
Your little baby girl


Poem Details | by Rick Parise |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, death, lost love, , sweet love,

A Painted Moment





~ A Painted Moment ~

From deep within a painted moment 
Where shadows crawl through corridors
I peer beyond a silent thought
Where love, my love, sweet love of mine
Shall flutter free abound in light
From deep within, lost in flight
Again alone to wake beside 
The dusty book of dreams




Poem Details | by Line Gauthier |
Categories: death, dream, horse, night, peace, sweet,

I DREAMT A DREAM



I dreamt of you sweet dreams
Faceless tall and proud
Approaching on your horse
In the darkness of the night

Visions of your gracefulness
Enticing me to follow you
And promise my fidelity
From here on to eternity

I know not your title or your name
But I’ll recognize you from my dreams
As I wait for you returning in the night
I’ll call you Lady Death riding in the dark



Submitted on February 16, 2019, for contest I DREAMED A DREAM sponsored by SILENT ONE  -  RANKED 3RD

Poem Details | by Lawrence Sharp |
Categories: bereavement, depression,

No Sweet Thing Today

I’ve given it little thought,
but I suppose it will follow me,
and today it has.
Today it followed me,
maybe as I left home 
and ventured to the bitter desk
in my bitter office.
It followed with no sweet treats,
but with vinegar, perhaps,
or battery acid,
inappropriately bottled 
with vanilla milk.
My coffee camouflaged the despair
for a moment,
but fine coffee and vanilla milk
do not follow as bitterness does.
And I know it’s no good
crying over spilled milk,
or vanilla milk ruined by vinegar
or battery acid,
but it might stay with me today.

6th December 2019

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

Sweet death

Sweet death, have me tarry not, greet me, for comes the morn. Cheat the sun, that I may sleep, complete as if ne'er born. Entreat, do I, your embrace. Defeat my heartbeat this night. Meet me mid a last dreaming, secrete this soul from sight.
written in Lento form

Poem Details | by Dear Heart |
Categories: death, pets, sweet,

In Quiet She Reposes

Throw on her sweet roses for in quiet she reposes,
for her heart was so very tired-  I had to let her go
but she will live forever in the mazes of my heart.
My very best friend and my sweet kitty cat,
she wanted so little in life but gave lots.
One happy day I will enter heaven,
and find her waiting for me.
This is my prayer, Lord

__________________________
 November 16, 2012

Lyric/In Quiet She Reposes
Copyright Protected, ID 436418

Poem Details | by Tom Valles |
Categories: bereavement, christian, love, mom, mother, mothers day, sweet,

A Mother's Worth

Who can tell a mother’s worth?
Who knows the wealth of such?
What do children know from birth?
Their mother’s blessed touch.

Who can tell a mother’s worth?
Who knows the gains thereof?
What exceeds the wealth of earth
Like mother’s boundless love?

Who can tell a mother’s worth?
Who can count her gifts?
What on earth brings greater mirth
Than mother’s tender kiss?

Who can tell a mother’s worth?
Who gives her ample praise?
What gift can any give on earth
That begins to show “repaid”?

Who can tell a mother’s worth?
All of heaven knows and sees…
The height, and depth and girth,
Of the love He has for these.

Poem Details | by Euginia Liapich |
Categories: chocolate, cry, death, grief, happiness, joy, sweet,

Salty and sweet limerick

Is it sweet or salty or sour?
Brimming with happiness or always dour?
Prancing, living with gaiety
Or waiting for a guillotine 
Now standing forever to scour?

Poem Details | by David O'Haolin Whalen |
Categories: death, depression,

Farewell My Sweet

Passed away this day 11/16/2012 A bright light in our lives That was always so giving Could not have been sweeter Nor softer in manner. To fade into history Will e’er be a mystery Seems the sweetest are chosen O’er all of the rest And whose absence will be felt For e’er so long… We’ll all miss their presence Farewell my beloveds …Twinkies and ding dongs… (at least they went together)

Poem Details | by Janette Fisher |
Categories: angst, death, husband, lost love

A Kiss So Sweet

My life was gently moving on
Grief abating, resolve growing strong
Until his kiss, within a dream
Ripped away the seams
Holding back the pain deep in my core,
Tears fell once more.....

Poem Details | by Betty Bateson |
Categories: bereavement, feelings, friend, loss, , sweet love,

A Dear Friend

They say I've lost a dear friend
And time will heal the pain
I say it is not a true loss
Just a break till we meet again

They say I will get over it 
And smile again some day
Yes, I can smile once more
Hurt has yet to go away

They say the memories will help
Keep them in my heart always
That is the easiest part to do
I’ll remember you all my days

They say you will get over it
And learn to move on and live
I will never forget your sweet love
You had so much more to give


Poem Details | by Dear Heart |
Categories: death, lost love, sweet love,

Pain is Love

 
Valentine romance and sweet love, instead, I laid a rose on your grave. ______________________ February 8, 2016 Poetry/Crystalline/Pain is Love Copyright Protected, ID 16-754-488-0 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym. For the contest, Pain is Love, sponsor, Royal Sixth Place

Poem Details | by Sandra Ramacher |
Categories: addiction, death, , sweet love,

One Last Hit

Purging, surging, my body heaves
Flaying, slaying imaginary dragons
Swarming beasties inside my pores
Those nasty little invaders, 
Those horrid thieves
Have infested my frail body
The one my nemesis abhors 

Lurking, smirking the dark one hovers
Smiling, beguiling he offers up angels
Soothing hungry desperation
Those soft enticing creatures
Those sweet lovers
Are surging through my aching veins
Offering me brief salvation

Quivering, shivering I emerge 
Bleeding, pleading for just a little more
Cravenness creatures howling echoes
The whimpering of my soul
The final dirge
My spirit joins that of angels
I leave my body to the crows

Poem Details | by TONY WILLIAMS |
Categories: death, loss, dream, dream,

MY SWEET PRINCESS

Little girls dream of a handsome prince, a knight in shining armor to sweep her off her feet and take her away. 

Her knight slays dragons in her dear name and holds his precious baby ever so gently as days pass away. 

Girls become women and dreams fade away. 

 My sweet princess dreamed the dreams that little girls dream in heavenly bliss as she passed away. 
 
  


 








Poem Details | by Ojo Blacke |
Categories: dark, for her, girlfriend, grief, sorrow, symbolism,

The Sweet Black of Night

Why do you yearn for
The Sweet Black of Night?
For often I have seen your face out of hiding
In dimly lit corners of ancient ruins
In the deep and jagged cuts of cracked and weather-beaten stone
And I have seen you gazing eternally toward
The Sweet Black of Night.
Your dark countenance wearily creeps West
Away from the light of the rising sun
In a sad yet cold farewell to
The Sweet Black of Night.
Your hard features gladly edge East
Away from the light of the setting sun
Like some monolith of pain
Anxiously awaiting
The Sweet Black of Night.

Poem Details | by Joseph gaydon |
Categories: allusion, bereavement, conflict, deep, irony, racism, writing,

short sweet to the point

people put on masks to hide the face of reality but it does not hide the actuality of the soul when rattled i do not flee i battle on to the end in anger a beating of the body is better than beating to a image of the men we were raised to be

Poem Details | by CJ Krieger |
Categories: age, caregiving, children, dedication, devotion, family, grandchild, grandmother, health, inspirational, life, lonely, love, sweet, sympathy, together,

Soon

She has become
Like a thin Chinese tea cup
Placed upon a large rock
She has become… fragile
Afraid to go anywhere
Least she break

She sits outside
When the weather is clear
Reading the same book
She has read for many years
Painfully turning the pages
With crooked fingers

Occasionally
I see her smile
As the lines on her face
Seem to multiply ten fold
While she tries to remember
Why she is smiling

When the cooler weather
Dances around her
She wears a long soft scarf
Wrapped many times
Around her neck
To keep the cold away

Sometimes
She will ask me
"When will my friends
Be coming by?"
And I sit next to her
Hold her hand
And say to her
Soon Grandma… soon

Poem Details | by Adam Taylor |
Categories: dark, death, deep, depression, grief, lost love,

Bitter sweet memories

I wake up in a cold sweat
I can't catch my breath
I think back to when we met
My lungs collapse like death

My mind thinks of you as lost
My heart still endlessly searches
Without you i'm cold as frost
I accept you're gone and my heart lurches

The tears start to stream from my eye
I look at the pictures i have of you
The memory of your smile makes me want to die
I scream "oh please god don't let it be true"

The bitter sweet memories are all i hold
So tainted since you passed on
Your lovely words haunt my very soul
I load the gun; how could i ever go on

Poem Details | by Gerald Moise |
Categories: anger, change, crazy, death, history,

Short but Sweet

Slowly I go while time moves so fast.
At least this leisurely pace will give me a good look at it all.

I still have a sunny day when the rain falls
a voice secretly passed as the wind calls.

The sky's stomach growls with abundant thunder.
The mind flashes with lightening it simultaneously wonders

When will mother nature gain some respect.
When fire rains down and we're close to our death.

Poem Details | by Chris Boskovski |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, courage, cry, dark, death, red, rose, wisdom, write,

The Sweet smell of a dead rose

A rose that is at full bloom
and the color is pure and the pettles are calm
and dance along with the blowing of the wind
they have a smell, that is divine,
but doesn't bring back no special memory.

Now a dead rose,
that has a smell
that has no definition
that has no pain
it is just there
and it doesn't cry
and it doesn't sigh
it just sits there,
burning away when the sun hits it,
without remorse
without blinding courage.

The dead rose just sits there,
and the smell is so sweet
it brings back memories
that make you cry
and sigh
and sometimes,
laugh
and
smile a little.

Sometimes the dead things
are more beautiful
than the living,

but that is just my opinion,

what do you think?

Poem Details | by Pauly Plaster J.R. |
Categories: fantasy, fear, first love, funeral, girlfriend, gothic, lost,

Sweet Lady of Black

Sweet lady of black, I long for you. Won't you come visit me whilst I slumber. 
Sweet lady of black shadow, razor held high. Gleaming smile. With steady hands your shattered eyes are night sky. Won't you come visit me whilst I slumber.

Poem Details | by Trinity Biles |
Categories: beauty, dark, death, deep, depression, evil, sin,

My Sweet Sins

                             The rank smell of Death, Still in the air
                               Hate evermore has formed my fate.
                       These tendrils like knives, cut open my heart, 
                           Now I cut Them, and my Demons I ate.
                   I wipe the face that's no longer mine, yet evil remains.
             I will never be saved, for I killed Them, committing unforgivable sin.
             They killed me in a way that remains, Oh Their pain tasted sweet,
                                    Like forgiveness and love.
                      I've tried Them all, and They all tasted sweet.