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Poem Details | by EMMANUEL SAMSON |
Categories: death, faith, imagination, lost love, love, nature, on writing and words, philosophy, sea, seasons, song-time,

STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN

Now my tendrilled soul,
Has found its pergola-- Christ--
To wind its way up....


Poem Details | by Patricia L Graham |
Categories: bullying, dark, depression, grief, murder, poverty, time,

Slaughtered Innocence



The hideous and the humble
Blood peppers falling snow
As world hurtles to the tipping point
Life chokes on ignited air
Wrenching love from hungry mouths
Stars fall without sound
Some weep helpless, day through night
Ever wondering how
Never knowing why ...

Poem Details | by Paula Larson |
Categories: loss, me, time,

GRIEF

This solemn shore of atrophy called grief,
would sail on, sail on from this moor of thief -
while yesterday I smiled, and did achieve
today am stricken to a nodding leave!

This buckling of intent, I do perceive
is more than time can counter or receive
do take more time with me and yet proceed
to bolster me - my actions so recede!

What fondness should attain in this bereave,
it is a mocking sign, its own conceive
is born anew, with someone's silenced knave
and never felt so sharply, now its slave!

has manifested to a halting save -
and captured those surrounding . . . . . true love's grave!

Poem Details | by Just That Archaic Poet |
Categories: death, pain, sad love, sorrow, truth,

I Need Time to Heal

Tell me why, but tell me True-
Spare me the heartbreak of a Lie
I would lay forever in these meadows...
Forever, until I die!
To rid myself of all the Pain,
And the Sorrows of what I feel
To ease my Mind, my worried Brain
(Lord! The Cuts! I need to heal)

*Referring to my problems with "Borderline Personality Disorder"; many of us are "cutters"


Poem Details | by Kelly Deschler |
Categories: death, inspirational, life, meaningful, time, today, wisdom,

If Not Tomorrow

What is to come
if not tomorrow,
when all is left is
no time to borrow

Moments remain still
nothing else matters,
seconds stop ticking
and yesterday shatters

Was today really lived
even any memory made,
as mundane and routine
overshadow and fade

Death only comes
when we never live,
dwelling on pain
all becoming negative

Throwing away hours
and wasting a minute,
the time of your life
is surely not infinite

Live relentlessly until
the last breath is taken,
dream on and on again
until illusion is shaken

Be left with memories
not regret or sorrow,
in time for today
if not tomorrow.






Poem Details | by Line Gauthier |
Categories: death, devotion, life, marriage, time, true love,

MARIA



It broke her heart
when Franco died
he’d been her life
he’d been her soul mate
wed over fifty years

For her Franco
she had a ritual
lit a candle every night
so he would know
how much she missed him

Today would be a special day
she felt it when she closed her eyes
wouldn’t be lighting any candle
she took her one last deep breath
set down the path to join her Franco



posted on October 20, 2019

Poem Details | by Jacob Reinhardt |
Categories: abuse, age, art, business, career, change, class, color, computer, conflict, death, depression, devotion, flower, green, happiness, introspection, irony, jobs, language, loneliness, lonely, longing, metaphor, nature, pain, philosophy, political, poverty, self, simile, slavery, social, society, spiritual, stress, technology, time, today, together, truth, urban, visionary, wisdom, work, world,

The Color Missing

The Color Missing
Red, black, and blue are the colors of our work pens. Red is the color of the blood we spill on other people’s mistakes.  Blue is the color of the songs we sing on tax forms or pay stubs- every page has a secret melody. Black is the color of the streets we fear most. Black is the color of our signature of approval. Black is the color of our death.

‘But what about the Green pens?’ I ask. They say ‘the ink is too hard to see.’


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 Daniel Turner |
Categories: bereavement, sad love,

Our Time Together

I loved our time together late at night
Love's sanctuary in each others arms
Unwinding and unraveling what's tight
Those years I spent succumbing to your charms

Initially, those hills we climbed were rough
Our boundaries were drawn with compromise
That look you gave me when you'd had enough
Approval of my worth in ardent sighs

But now to mem'ries I've become a slave
Each day I live, I pray to be my last
To sleep beside you even in my grave
Reclaiming love that saved me in the past

The love you gave still warms my broken heart
It's lonely picking up the scattered parts.


    an original poem by Daniel Turner




Poem Details | by Rhonda Johnson-Saunders |
Categories: grief, hope, sorrow, time,

Hope Gone

Upon thy pillow, I wearily hope for youth’s restful nights I once loved to spend in towering dreams. Images past behind closed eyes - romantic plans and lofty goals. Naïve thoughts turn to aged days of loss, again taunting me.

Poem Details | by Tony Bush |
Categories: death, life, philosophy, sad, time,

Rust Sleeps

Rust sleeps without the churchyard
on the blunt perimeter rails,
on the bloom of iron stabbing up
into the pelt of rain.

Rust sleeps upon the fence posts
where the wire is nailed to wood
and the metal burns an ochre tint
beneath the sodium arc.

Rust sleeps atop the hinges
of the pub door so to screech
a shrill alert to drunken ears
of some returning ghost.

Rust sleeps upon the riverbed,
suicide pushed into the deep,
trolleys severed by the silt,
dead baby prams beside.

Rust sleeps in feasts of coma night
and eats small mouthfuls of the moon,
spits corrosion at the stars
and dulls this razor life. 

Poem Details | by Katrina Salem |
Categories: adventure, art, confusion, daughter, dedication, devotion, fantasy, funny, growing up, happiness, hope, imagination, inspirational, life, love, mystery, nature, on work and working, on writing and words, passion, peace, romance, social, sympathy, teen, thank you, time, travel, tribute, uplifting, visionary, words,

Enigma's Calling

Extraordinary, I am 
Craving for unusual thoughts
Endless exploration without boundary
Understanding  the gift I shouldn't fought
 
Invisible drawings in my mind
Playing with the words in my head
My passion
The food of my soul
 
I feel so lucky
The random thoughts
A lifetime companion
A self esteem builder
A goal planner
Be my forever life saver
 
I write more
I talk less
I want to please
I chose to bore
 
What tickles me the most
Is to know what I'm for
Thinking is my love
When  my mind goes empty
That's when I hate
 
My day dreaming lust
Organizing things in my mind
Playing roles of simulation
Where images of art is my vision
And words of attitude is my heart

Poem Details | by Sandra Haight |
Categories: death, life, space, time, universe,

Four Walls


Four Walls
 

There are four walls in 
   Four-Dimensional Space-Time.
      Like a gallery, they safeguard 
         our beginning to end
with images from our
       birth, 
         childhood, 
              adulthood 
                   and death,
saved from every second
   of our life in this Universe.
      The gallery of our life
         in the gallery of time;
            in Space-Time Continuum,
forever and ever in
    Four-Dimensional Space-Time.


Sandra M. Haight

~NA~
Contest: Four Walls
Sponsor: C.T.
Judged: -3/12/2016

Poem Details | by Paul Callus |
Categories: death, life, time,

Essence of Eternity


To the peak we must climb

There to seek end of time.


-----------------------------------
*After life and death....eternity
** In eternity there is no time.
-----------------------------------

Author: Paul Callus ~ 12th October 2014 
Contest: In its Essence
[The Essence form contains both internal and end rhymes.]
Sponsor: Nette  Onclaud
Placing: 6th

Poem Details | by tom bell |
Categories: angst, death, depression, health, hope, life, mystery,

Suffering Time

14 hours in a New York minute,
I ought to stop,
But I can't quit it...

No answer to my call...
Is it the end
Of it all?

The pain, it does spread,
Making the future
Something to dread...

Somehow, some way,
I got to get out of here,
Cause I'm swimming
In a sea of fear...

So I say goodbye to you
My sweet...
As I acknowledge
My defeat...


Something is flying about....

Poem Details | by Darrell Hoover |
Categories: angst, death, imagination, time, me,

The Vultures

The vultures are waiting for the night.... Waiting for the sun to die...
They will find me in my darkest hour and pick my bones dry...
I rock in my painted corner, humming a little song...
I dwell on my disease, the one I've dwelled on for too long...
My castle has grown smaller as I lie awake in wait...
My dreams have become fewer, as ever closer comes my fate...
Now's the time for prayer, as the tears fall from my eyes...
They look at me and squawk, as they plummet from the skies... 






Poem Details | by Rickie Elpusan |
Categories: natural disasters, death, nature, sad, time,

a lost little girl

a lost little girl
on an sunken cypress stump
waits for centuries

Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: death, life, time,

Old Tom

Eight times he looked death right in the eyes, sometimes facing freezing nights when nobody heard his cries, sometimes getting into fights with others of his kind, left almost crippled twice, and one time nearly blind. Another time he got run over by a car. No matter, though, he had a mighty lucky star. That old, bold, grey tomcat, forced to live outdoors, often fell off walls but landed on all fours! Now going on nine lives, Old Tom still thrives. Written 1/9/12 for the 9 Poetry contest of Tracie- Indigo Dreamweaver

Poem Details | by Meggan Rogalski |
Categories: death, life, nature, passion, peace, seasons, time, me,

The trail of the dying sun

The trail of the dying sun
told me of your tears
and the west wind
brought me your name

The river spoke
of all our fears
the ocean
felt the same

The earth waits to receive your bones
and your spirit be cradled by sky
all we are is dust and thought
dust and thought until we die

Poem Details | by Just That Archaic Poet |
Categories: death, poetry, time,

Say it Ain't So

Verily, how terribly
How I consider carelessly
All the Time I've spent in Rhyme-
Pondering my Mortality!

Poem Details | by Emily Kroeger |
Categories: death, life, loss, love, sad, sympathy, time

The Cancer

I've watched her vanish and dietirate into withering roses.

The pain that takes over her body is spreading fast and furious,

and only weakens her!

How can she bring so much light into a room of darkend souls, with her smile,

When she has only those two weeks to remain?

Why her a mother and new bride?

She doesnt want to miss a thing in her young boys lifes.

But... she already knows how it will be and how it will come.

Six days, six days she had before the death withen her took 

one last breath, and she vanished into the atmosphere and left.

Poem Details | by Black Eyed Susan |
Categories: death, funeral, loss, mother

Time heals all wombs

time heals all wombs

                                    at 
                            
                             your funeral

                      the priest babbles on

                              while you 

                                    lie 

                                  there

                              motionless
 
                             I watch your 

                           tiny headstone
 
                                  weep 

                               in the rain


7/15/11



Poem Details | by Reason A. Poteet |
Categories: death, tribute,

Time to Remember

couplet

In the pauper's field, the wild cornflowers bloomed,
nature's timeless blessing on those entombed.


Poem Details | by April Marie Johnson |
Categories: death, depression, friendship, life, loss, lost love, love, song-sympathy, thank youlife, time,

Remember you

I open my eyes
to another day
as the sun climbs
I fade away
im carried to a place where i feel no pain
carried to a time before you went away

I still feel you close, feel you here
in this life we chose its all so clear
when I remember you, remember you

I close my eyes
from another day
as the moon blinds
I fade away
im carried to a place where i feel no pain
carried to a time before you went away

I still feel you close, feel you here
in this life we chose its all so clear
when I remember you, remember you

 

Poem Details | by Eve Roper |
Categories: grief, love,

If I Could Rewind Time

I sit amongst the lavender with thoughts of him
in his arms melting firmly in the moonlight dim.

His lips upon mine as my body would ignite;
my blushed face buried in his neck as he squeezed tight.

He did not need to tell me twice that he loved me, 
for it was in his smile for all the world to see.

He was the bright skies that made me rise at sunrise,
the caring breath in my lungs that made the earth rise.

Thought of waking up without him terrifies me;
if I could rewind time to bring him back to me. 


9/27/2018