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Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: death, love,

Breath of Love

In autumn’s wind, I look up to the sky. How sweet the breath of love upon my face! In rustling leaves, I hear you softly sigh; in autumns wind, I look up to the sky and see what time and death cannot erase. . . In guise of sun’s bright rays, you are nearby! In autumn’s wind, I look up to the sky. How sweet the breath of love upon my face! Written 2/7/2015 for the Contest of Gail Angel Doyle


Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: death

The Evening's Come

The evening’s come. Now close your eyes, And gently drift into the night. Release your soul from earthly ties; The evening’s come. Now close your eyes. Move on beyond the star-laced skies Until you find the Greater Light. The evening’s come. Now close your eyes, And gently drift into the night.
*See "About Poem" (Inspired by the movie, "Evening") For Brian Strand's Contest: SIX TO SIXTEEN any form ,any theme ,max of 16 lines Poetry Contest

Poem Details | by Brenda Meier-Hans |
Categories: death, dream, longing, love, missing you, romance, star,

You Shine Your Light

You shine your light in darkest night
Your beacon burning there so clear
If I had wings then I’d take flight 
You shine your light in darkest night 
I feel your warmth holding me tight 
As in your arms you draw me near 
You shine your light in darkest night
Your beacon burning there so clear

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
09.24.2014

Poem Details | by Timothy Hicks |
Categories: blue, childhood, dad, father son, grief, identity, innocence,

The Man of the House

You left without saying goodbye
and now I'll never know what it was like,
to have you teach me, eye to eye.
You left without saying goodbye.
Now who will show me how to ride a bike
or chide me when I tell a lie?
You left without saying goodbye
and now I'll never know what it was like.



NOTE: Fictional.

Yet again, another old poem, but have some newer ones in the back-burner. There are so many things to write about, if only one is in the mood and state of mind to organize those thoughts into something tangible and readable.


Poem Details | by Malik Yaseen |
Categories: death, spiritual, wisdom,

I am a 8

We came alone, have to go alone.
This journey coerces to shake hands.
Come on, none lasts for an aeon.
We came alone, have to go alone.
How moon can hide under chiffon?
He is the beginning and last to stand.
We came alone, have to go alone.
This journey coerces to shake hands.

Copyright 20/9/14
form written for a contest.
path no: 8
destiny no: 8
DOB: 06/11/1989

Poem Details | by Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen |
Categories: death, depression, lifedeath, body, death,

Suicide

Suicide

Just before death came a spinning swirl.
Lifeless body on the table lain. 
Lost in a world where hatreds whirl.
Just before death came a spinning swirl.
What a pity; she is a beautiful girl. 
Tears falling down like torrential rain. 
Just before death came a spinning swirl.
Lifeless body on the table lain. 

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
     January 7, 2010
    Poetic Form: Triolet

Suicide is deadly.  Do not choose death.  Choose LIFE.  Call the National Suicide Prevention 
Hotline @ 1-800-273-8255.

Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: death,

This Quietus - Death

This quietus death – sweet release- a rhapsody enwrapping you. Fathomless it is; pain will cease. This quietus death – sweet release! Your story does not end, for peace lasts an eternity when life's through! This quietus death – sweet release- a rhapsody enwrapping you. March 24, 2018 for Broken Wing's "5 Words Please" Contest

Poem Details | by Katherine Braithwaite |
Categories: death, love,

In my dreams he is alive again

The face that was familiar is no more
Yet in my dreams ,he is alive again
If ,by a chance, his life could be restored
It would affect me like the hidden chord
Which played, my   own life  force would   go.
That one must live and one must die is plain
The face that was familiar is no more.
Yet in my dreams ,he is alive again

Poem Details | by CayCay Jennings |
Categories: depression, grave, grief, solitude, sorry,

BRUISED THRU ETERNITY


My sad life story lacks glory. Fathomless singed pain bears my name as echoed in gray rhapsody. My sad life story lacks glory and will bruise thru eternity for no quietus seeks its aim. My sad life story lacks glory. Fathomless singed pain bears my name.
... CayCay Jennings March 27, 2018

Poem Details | by Mike Samford |
Categories: death, faith, loss, me, leaving, me,

You're leaving

 I find these days my pleasures few.
As your leaving has struck me down.
My heart cannot start anew.
I find these days, my pleasures few.
I find me searching for a truth.
Since they placed you in the ground.
I find, these days my pleasures few.
As your leaving has struck me down.

Poem Details | by Lycia Harding |
Categories: absence, death, grief, loss, solitude,

Something Further Must Be Said - Triolet

Something further must be said. 
Still, no more shall e'er be spoken
from dispassion's distant bed. 

Something further must be said,
but undertaken by the dead,
vows of silence can't be broken. 

Something further must be said,
still, no more shall e'er be spoken...


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July 18, 2015

Poem Details | by Lycia Harding |
Categories: death, grave, spoken word,

The Spirits Speak - Triolet

Inside this tomb
the spirits speak.


They hate the gloom
inside this tomb.


They fuss and fume
and shout and shriek.

Inside this tomb
the spirits speak.

Poem Details | by Lycia Harding |
Categories: dark, death, night, rain, sleep, weather,

Through Dark Rainfalls

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Through dark rainfalls,
how can I sleep?

A nightmare crawls
through dark rainfalls!

It pries the walls
and tries to seep 

through. Dark rain falls...
How can I sleep?

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Poem Details | by Lycia Harding |
Categories: absence, bereavement, break up, depression, grief, lost love, silence,

Nothing Further-Technical Layout

Nothing further can be said. 
No more shall now be spoken

from dispassion's distant bed. 
Nothing further can be said, 

as such deals are, by the dead, 
struck mute. So even broken, 

nothing further can be said. 
No more shall now be spoken.

Poem Details | by Timothy Brumley |
Categories: death, inspirationaltime, time,

The Last Goodbye

The time has come to bid farewell
To all these earthly toils and cares
To nobler heights the soul impels
The time has come to bid farewell
And join the angels where they dwell
Now comes the climb up Jacob's stairs
The time has come to bid farewell
To all these earthly toils and cares.



                        Timothy I. Brumley

Poem Details | by olusegun Arowolo |
Categories: black african american, death, sad,

Leave You My Tears

Though painful to leave you behind
Forever I leave you my tears
True resting place I seek to find
Though painful to leave you behind
For when death will come we are blind
A guest that removes all our fears
Though painful to leave you behind
Forever I leave you my tears .



*Sad
11-9-2014


Poem Details | by Samuel Robinson |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, blue, boat, dark, death, girl, god, image, loss, love, mythology, natural disasters, nature, romantic, sad love, sea, sorrow, storm, water,

cerulean loss

her alabaster lips did drown
the sea with rage that fateful dawn.
how beautiful with skin so pale,
her alabaster lips. did drown
the roar of waves and shredded sail.
Poseidon's wrath on human pawn.
her alabaster lips did drown.
the sea with rage that fateful dawn...

Poem Details | by Richard Lamoureux |
Categories: anger, death, horror,

No Grace

       The lightning, it was over-bright
  White teeth in snarl, she had no grace,
as she tossed his head, from great height!
        The lightning it was over-bright,
         for it revealed, that ghostly sight,
                                  smashed bones protruding from his face!
        The lightning, it was over-bright.
   White teeth in snarl, she had no grace...


For Julia Ward's Triolet Contest
Written June 21, 2016

Poem Details | by Russell Sivey |
Categories: death, halloween,

Three Bad Brothers

Three bad brothers were killed on Halloween Their spirits were released into the night No other evil group has sure been seen Three bad brothers were killed on Halloween They were the worst lot of men, they were mean They’re said to be trapped in trees without light Three bad brothers were killed on Halloween Their spirits were released into the night
Russell Sivey

Poem Details | by Tenysha Thurman |
Categories: childhood, daughter, death, father, me, blue, blue, me, mother,

Blue Eyed Devil

What once was two created one He called me "His Blue Eyed Devil" White to Black he never came back He called me "His Blue Eyed Devil" One lost soul and Two Broken hearts He called me "His Blue Eyed Devil" A Mother and Daughter, she's without a Father He called me "His Blue Eyed Devil" Her mother tried but always cried He called me "His Blue Eyed Devil" The Daughter was Strong, but it Always felt Wrong He called me "His Blue Eyed Devil" Her eye's turned Green, so very Keen but She'll Always be his Blue Eyed Devil

Poem Details | by Sara Kendrick |
Categories: death, life, life, life,

Life's Ebbing

Acceptance of one's life ebbing
Slowing to a halt grinding still
Let not life ebb but end running
Acceptance of one's life ebbing
Not drip drop_pitter pat but rushing
forward with force; carving through hills
Acceptance of one's life ebbing
Slowly to a halt grinding still 

In honor of Brian Strand.
Contest:Any Verse..
Looked up verse..
Triolet is considered verse

*Note
Click on"About This Poem"

Poem Details | by Jodie Williams |
Categories: death, peace,

Last train home

Forever have your name engraved,
Un-eroding, infinately imprinted.
Ice cold track, a final grave,
Forever have your name engraved,
Raised her eyes then knelt and prayed.
Beneath her weight, the deathbed glinted,
Forever have your name engraved,
Un-eroding, infinately imprinted. 


Jodie Williams for
Nette's In the Afterglow contest
7 Aug 2011

Poem Details | by R.A. Marschall |
Categories: death, deep, light, scary,

Angel of Death - Contest

The lighting, it was over-bright,
When Death's Angel came to our door.
Drifting, like a kite without sight,
The lighting, it was over-bright.
A most terrifying twelfth night;
Breaking, like the waves to the shore.
The lighting, it was over-bright
When Death's Angel came to our door.

Poem Details | by Lycia Harding |
Categories: beauty, body, death,

Mortician

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The lighting, it was over-bright
and yet, she seemed to be at rest

I'd made her up just right despite
the lighting (it was over-bright!)

When caught in a carress, one might
not need confess but ought suggest

the lighting. It was over-bright
and yet, she seemed to be at rest...

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Poem Details | by Kushal Poddar |
Categories: adventure, allegory, angst, animals, art, caregiving, death, dedication, depression, fantasy, imagination, introspection, life, loss, natural disasters, nature

Black rain is gonna fall: A Triolet

Black rain is gonna fall: Triolet
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The clouds are gathering to again 
over the far-flung island of dark, black mud. 
The wound of last lashing is still raising pain. 
Shhh… clouds are gathering to pound again.
Meandering the village, flows the river stain 
with the bodies of men, beings; swept huts.
Now, clouds are gathering to again 
over the flooded earth, broken and suffered. 
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar