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Poem Details | by M. L. Kiser |
Categories: appreciation, bird, birth, death, life, spiritual, symbolism,

Like A Phoenix

To live forever like the phoenix; To re-taste the process of birth; From the cleansing flames, to rise Knowing death is no end; An eternal soul On a journey May just find Supreme Bliss.


Poem Details | by Antonio Ball |
Categories: death, encouraging, life, meaningful, philosophy, pride, symbolism,

Flowers

Flowers are like people
when one withers, another blooms

Poem Details | by Alina Councilman |
Categories: christian, death, goodbye, love, metaphor, religious, symbolism,

Witness and Behold the End

White Lilies,
Scattered on the ground,
Out of their element.
Witness,
Purity,
Deprived of its origin.
Behold,
Clarity no longer visible.
 
White Roses,
In the purest snow,
Frozen to the core.
Witness,
Loveliness,
Stripped away so rash.
Behold,
Beauty destroyed.

White flowers,
All around,
Trampled into dust.
Witness,
Wildness,
Stolen without knowledge.
Behold,
Endless death fighting to prevail.

Poem Details | by Andreanna Escamilla |
Categories: birth, change, death, inspiration, introspection, symbolism,

Eos - Call of the Dawn

On the seventh ray
Of the fourteenth sun
Death hath come twofold
Arose a Titan in this age
Amidst this nimbus looms darkness
Betwixt the ash and sage

Approach cyclical ritual
Dousing wings in feral flames
Latent gravidity does surmise
For upon my resurrection
Eos I shall rise


Poem Details | by White Wolf |
Categories: analogy, death, life, metaphor, philosophy, sad, symbolism,

Lunar Eclipse

Raven Blue twilight, Existence epitomized, Formless shadows lurk.
8~June~2017

Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: evil, grief, life, loss, relationship, symbolism, voice,

She Gazes Back At Her Path Of Destruction

She Gazes Back At Her Path Of Destruction

Stir-fried, blackened hand that stole many hearts
well-done, the fleshy flesh that tastes so good.
Like a fleeing animal that jumps and darts
love and live forever if only she could.

In fright, scared of stiff, boring boredom
a queen fluffing up for the next throne.
Her smile could win any kingdom
Her cuts gash so deep--down into bone.

She gazes back at her path of destruction
another heart in her black crushing hand.
Misery, depression, pain- her sweet elation
clawed feet in the pit of hell, there she stands.

Let the dead now hear, her anguishing cries
as bolted justice now descends from clear skies.

R.J. Lindley,
1974

Poem Details | by Jerry T Curtis |
Categories: analogy, celebration, christmas, eulogy, metaphor, satire, symbolism,

Chistmas Little

In a little public park
In the little town of Small
There's a little village square
Large enough to hold them all

And they meet there once each year
As they make their little plans 
To take a little bit of time ,
And do as little as they can

So they'll give it little thought
And then say a little prayer
Soon, in a little while
Very little of them cared

Then they give a little greeting
Unwrap a little gift
And do a little eating 
To receive a little lift

When they feel a little better
Lying in their little beds
They'll be dreaming very little
In their very little heads






Poem Details | by Gary Bateman |
Categories: allegory, death, heaven, imagery, metaphor, spiritual, symbolism,

Soul Essence

Soul Essence

Release comes with death.
The mortal host is no more.

A faint and sad cackle is heard,
As all illusions come to an end.

The bare body lies in a stiff repose.
What once was, is now no more.

Tears are shed in a mortal milieu,
As the soul begins its ascension.

The flowers in decoration serve
As a human memory of the past. 

Tender emotions now permeate the air,
As the flowers’ sweet smell is realized.

The moon shines bright in the dark sky,
As the soul now meets its cosmic destiny.

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
March 30, 2018 (Lyric)

Poem Details | by Joe DiMino |
Categories: allegory, analogy, confusion, death, symbolism, write,

A Cat Pursuing Mice

A cat pursuing mice
seems never 
to think twice;
an owl swooping on prey
shows no thought 
of delay--

Then enters man--
expressing volition, 
a higher moral ground
of conscious
contrition--
yet kills for sport
as well as nutrition…

Oh! on occasion
for God
and country….

Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: art, bereavement, dark, death, memory, sorrow, symbolism,

Yet A Spark In This Lost Soul Still Ignites

Yet A Spark In This Lost Soul Still Ignites

Cast into barren deserts of sorrow
no real joy and no hope for tomorrow
In burning darkness and hot blasting sand
endless sad tunes from destiny's band.

Nights are so cold and without future plans
sorrow's furnace blows its misery fans
Death, your deep, clawed grasp has taken this soul
I, walking shadow, now with no life goal.

Every new dawn, hot sun bakes and defeats
this tired old beating heart with thirst it treats
Hours pass as years, I find no real relief 
from deepest caverns of this epic grief.

Yet a spark in this lost soul still ignites
faith in my mind, I shall win future fights.

 7-21-2017



Poem Details | by RUDOLPH RINALDI |
Categories: color, death, discrimination, encouraging, hope, meaningful, symbolism,

ashes in an urn

ashes in an urn
a lovely new urn

whose ashes are they
who was burned that day

what races
what religions
what sexes
what nationalities

maybe they’re all mixed in 
ashes indistinguishable and
undiscriminating in one 
could there be hope

Poem Details | by Jason Schropp |
Categories: business, conflict, freedom, grave, money, power, symbolism,

hip hop won't die

 some days I'm neither decisive nor constant still in mid step advancing parallel combining 
 due stress pre-tense in depth, feign fair, fair is not love nor hate,objecting 
 lines turning war torn due reputations proceeding by stride and sweat pourn ,
 but the clocks  harder at  self gaining advantage and foolish lost to 
 insincerity,  caused by quotes barley  examples of thought misunderstood .

Poem Details | by Gary Bateman |
Categories: allegory, death, destiny, imagery, love, passion, symbolism,

Keats - Romantic Humanist

Keats—Romantic Humanist  
 
Romanticus-Extraordinaire
John Keats
La Belle Dame sans Merci
Circe-Enchantress to all.

Beautiful, deadly in her elfin grot
Supernatural-nous
She wept and sighed full sore
Hath thee in “Keatsian” thrall.

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
August 17, 2015 (Double Dactyl)

Poem Details | by A.O. Taner |
Categories: beautiful, cute love, dedication, desire, destiny, devotion, emotions, encouraging, funny love, girlfriend, grief, heart, heartbreak, heartbroken, how i feel, i love you, i miss you, innocence, kiss, love, love hurts, math, meaningful, miss you, missing, missing you, nice, passion, recovery from, romance, romantic, sad love, senses, sensual, symbolism, together, true love, voyage, wisdom, woman, word play,

4 Love

Love is a four letter word
she whispered into his ear,

So is four, as is word
he whispered back into her fear,

Such is "you and I"
cried his heart - she could hear,

Their cheeks hugged, eyes kissed
each shedding a single tear. 


Poem Details | by Danielle Wise Baxter |
Categories: future, goodbye, happiness, inspirational, irony, leaving, metaphor, relationship, romance, stars, success, symbolism, sympathy, thank you, wisdom,

Heavenly Nevermore

The sun has learned
to nevermore interfere 

with the moon 
and its stars

To give it a whole world
because the sun

doesn't need to stand in the way,
when it has free reign 
of the entire universe.


Poem Details | by Jen Franks |
Categories: beauty, celebration, city, community, courage, culture, devotion, freedom, grave, identity, inspiration, inspirational, life, memory, nature, patriotic, people, political, power, september, symbolism, tribute, urban, veterans day, war, wisdom,

United Nations Plaza

Temperature dip
urban leaves turned
Autumn, sniffing around
for a place to settle
no Farmer's Market
in San Francisco today.

Poem Details | by A.O. Taner |
Categories: anger, angst, anxiety, betrayal, city, conflict, cool, crazy, death, depression, dream, freedom, grief, growing up, heartbroken, how i feel, imagination, lost love, love hurts, metaphor, philosophy, romance, sad, satire, self, senses, sensual, suicide, symbolism, wife,

Bed

A white ceiling, 
a dull life.
A wife?
No, just a knife -
that's all I need.

Poem Details | by RAYMOSE JOSI |
Categories: bereavement, bible, creation, death of a friend, destiny, farewell, identity, meaningful, memory, metaphor, nature, pain, philosophy, poetry, rainforest, symbolism,

REMEMBER ME

When you look at the hills faraway at sunset,think of me:
I am the black flock of birds that disappears into the horizon;
 I am the beautful golden sunset that touches your heart; 
I am the wind that blows towards the hills; 
And I am the dark house upon the dark hills; 
I am the old grave that lie silently in the dark moist forest,
FORGOTEN FOREVER

Poem Details | by Pashang Salehi |
Categories: beauty, death, flying, light, love, pain, symbolism,

Wingless Angel

                                 Wingless Angel 

Earliest morning, twilight blend
          Near the horizon silver pretend.

Breeze is gentle, weather delight 
          Happy together, wishful and bright

Who else is here ready to fly?
          need and greed reason to cry.

Lonely, I am, driven by pain;
          nowhere to go, nothing to gain.

Where is this place, an orbiting ball?
	  Maybe a prison, with no doors and wall.

I wish to fly, higher than sky.
          Without any wing, I would rather die.



Haloo
5/2014

Poem Details | by Eternal Victor |
Categories: adventure, angel, anger, bible, business, change, creation, culture, death, dedication, dream, education, fear, freedom, future, god, grave, life, magic, memorial day, miracle, mystery, nature, patriotic, peace, people, places, poems, pride, relationship, soldier, spiritual, success, suicide, symbolism, truth, war,

4 - Messenger from the Dead

Alas there is no more confusion,
finally found my last conclusion.
Expect me as if Jesus will return,
from a ghost to a realm of concern.

Your dreams are portals like doors,
welcoming spirits into hasten wars.
Leaving the thoughts without trust,
keeping your fears in much disgust.

And though you sought no consequence,
deeds that confirm a wicked malevolence.
Awaiting in your nightmare of screams,
enjoy what is left amongst your dreams.

Poem Details | by Ann Rich |
Categories: allegory, analogy, betrayal, care, dedication, emotions, faith, feelings, future, grief, growth, hope, inspiration, inspirational, introspection, journey, loneliness, missing you, moving on, nostalgia, parody, poems, poetess, poetry, poets, psychological, relationship, satire, senses, spiritual, stress, symbolism, time, trust, truth, uplifting, visionary, wisdom, world,

Still Standing

Where were you when my world fell apart?
The Sun darkened and the Moon just fled.
All had been done and all had been said.
And ripped to shreds was my beating heart.

Even the Seas began to part.
And the Mountain tops spread.
I lay there completely dead.
Even the Stars I could not chart.

If only you knew,
If only you were there,
If only you had a clue!
If only life had been fair!

I’d turn the clocks back,
Still standing dead in my track!

Poem Details | by Jim Carpenter |
Categories: angel, death, goodbye, prayer, rights, spiritual, symbolism,

Bury Me at Sea

When my time passes
And there’s no breath left in me,
Take my ashes to the oceans
And set my spirit free.
There I can rejoin my friends
There I will not be alone.
There I can make my amends
There I won’t be unknown.

Far too much blood spilled onto this planet
Makes its way to the sea.
The raining of blood by droplet
Rejoining there finally.

Don’t leave me in the cold, cold ground.
No – No imprisoned tomb for me.
Let the waves be my stone bound
An anxious tide, my cemetery.

There I can float on endless waves
A moving monument to see.
And if you leave a tear on my grave
I can float it away with me…

Poem Details | by Colin James Platt |
Categories: death, life, peace, seasons, senses, symbolism, time,

Time

Time goes by so slowly 
Life goes by so fast 
We are just the sand 
In a desert so vast 
Time is the reaper 
We are the corn 
Time is so plentiful 
when we are born 
When we get old 
Time is the same 
But you and I cannot remain 
When we are grieving 
Time is the healer 
When we are sleeping 
Time has no meaning 
When we are dying 
Time does no crying 

Poem Details | by Ngoc Nguyen |
Categories: dark, death, fear, metaphor, river, simile, symbolism,

Styx

In Hades, flows the chthonic Styx, a river 
     of woe and pain (a channel thoroughfare;
     where Charon ferries the dead, who despair)  
which unnerves our damned souls till we quiver.
The Styx! It's like cirrhosis which kills the liver, 
     metastasizing there; but does not care;
     and tortures us beyond what we can bear!
Because we are thrice-damned, we now shiver
with the peals of the Stygian death-knell;
     while Heaven appears like a hope long dead  
(as if we’re ten-thousand feet deep in hell!),  
     here, where the redeemed dare not walk or tread,
we are but ghosts, like shades without a shell:
     yet, hell can we brave; but, the Styx we dread.

Poem Details | by Cole Banner |
Categories: absence, bereavement, best friend, cancer, change, courage, dark, death, death of a friend, emotions, farewell, feelings, funeral, goodbye, grief, heart, heaven, journey, loneliness, lonely, loss, lost, lost love, love, marriage, miss you, missing, missing you, moving on, pain, people, prayer, relationship, remember, sad love, sorrow, spiritual, strength, suicide, symbolism, sympathy, tribute,

Forty Lost

Time moves on,
and soon will tell,
when asked for whom
they ring the bell…
 Forty lived
…and forty lost,
you left before twilight.
When it’s half as much,
at twice the cost,
you’ll  bask
in perfect light…
We live in castles
…made of sand,
we come as a stranger,
but leave as a friend…
Remember now,
your last first kiss,
those times will be
profoundly missed…
Your smile indeed
could cast a spell.
You learned to
play a bad hand well…
With all our hopes
and dreams in tow,
we are old too quick,
and wise too slow.
Life’s an elaborate
complex dance...
Would you live again,
if you had the chance?
 
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