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Poem Details | by rob carmack |
Categories: abuse, bullying, culture, death, pride, vanity, war,

The Beautiful People

For the Haven’s advancement,
the Elite may extend a courteous backhand,
or a fist wrapped with opinion
that some may mistake for abuse.

Dante’s girl fell from her steeple
head first into a cauldron of pride,
now her feeble corpse twitches
trying to vomit the blackest pitch grey.

Stains her soldier’s dress blues
duty has him answer the bench’s call.
Gaveled verdicts now deleted,
appeals one site’s ambitions.

Often found in a library,
their little boy plays with
his toy box full of straw men
and overused emoticons.

Each breath billows the forge,
black smoke void of The Father,
they beat a gift’s beauty into a weapon,
the cutting edge of the Deceiver’s con.


Poem Details | by rob carmack |
Categories: absence, addiction, child, dark, death, vanity, wisdom,

Child

Before I even watched your birth,
I had already failed you first.

Collecting bones in closets damned.
To proxies labor done withstand.

Mistakes go down with Jacks and cokes.
A childhood ends in perished hopes.

The years apart we will to stand.
Regret to always catch the man.

My sorrow carving name in stone,
A Father never dies alone.


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Rob Carmack
Couplet : Iambic Tetrameter
10.26.14

Poem Details | by J.W. Earnings |
Categories: absence, angst, beauty, care, change, confusion, courage, dark, death, death of a friend, december, dedication, depression, desire, devotion, dream, friendship, future, heart, heartbroken, vanity,

Rest in Peace, Dear Friend

Flowers wilt
Dead carcasses are buried
Loved ones mourn

Rest in peace,
Your life on earth is no more…
Farewell, friend

Poem Details | by Tom Hitt |
Categories: animal, cat, death, pets, vanity,

A-CAT-A-COMB

A-CAT-A-COMB
NINE-LIVES-A-TALE *

SHE-PRIMPS-AND-PREENS
EACH-FINE-DE-TAIL *

WITH-TONGUE-TO-FUR
PAW-FACE-AND-TAIL *

THIS-DEATH-A-TOMB
SHE-SHANT-EN-TAIL *

   ~TH~


Poem Details | by Jenny brewer |
Categories: death,

Ugly Vanity

A Beautiful Beast,
Killed for it's glorious fur,
warm ugly women.

Poem Details | by Teddy Kimathi |
Categories: age, death, imagery, philosophy, time, vanity, wisdom,

Ants eat Birds in the End

“Always remember that birds eat ant,
but in the end, ending up as ants’ menu list”,
she always told him.

Regarding the statement as a concoction of words,
he went on doing what he loved doing; consuming time
in a Gypsy tent, searching for the elixir of immortality.

In the end, he died of old age without a solution
to his aging, which he regarded  as a natural abnormality;
time finally consumed him.

Poem Details | by Tyshawn Knight |
Categories: baptism, death, jesus, vanity,

Brenda Died this Morning

And I asked myself  “Why am I alive.”
Suddenly poems are just words
And books are unimportant
Dreams I had for yesterday are best left for sleep
There are promises to keep.
Promises I made on my sacred Birth Day,
When I gave myself to Jah
And He promised to give me what I pray.
When I vowed to live every moment for Jesus
And put behind me that frivolous work that is grievous
I must turn around
Before I am unable to go back.
I must 
I will
I am a blessed person because I can say I am.
And before I live only in Jehovah’s memory like Brenda
I must continue
And move on
Before my time is gone.

I love you Brenda – Now  - and Until I see you again…John 11:23 - 26

Poem Details | by Alex Singh |
Categories: abuse, anger, conflict, irony, sympathy, vanity, war,

Stagnant World

Ever so peaceful you appear,
Disguising your eternal suffrage.
Silent is your noted fear;
For to humans, you take umbrage.

Yet you try to smile, 
As the crimson stains your body.
You chant “Peace!” in denial,
To your own folly.

Bear witness to carnage;
Bear witness to despair.
For you are the stage,
In which they all appear!

Stagnant are we in turning peace to war,
Leaving your sorrowful mind with a silent scar.


Poem Details | by John Logue |
Categories: addiction, baby, beautiful, bereavement, best friend, blue, vanity,

THE LONE WARRIOR WOLF

BORN ASLEEP,

UNABLE TO WALK.

DREAMING,

UNABLE TO TALK.

GRADUALLY AWAKENING TO BECOME...

AWARE,

AWAKE,

ALIVE!!!

CRAWLING,

WANTING TO RUN.

RUNNING,

WANTING TO FLY.

FLYING,

TIL OLD MAN GRAVITY VISITS.

SLOWLY,

UNAWARE,

UPON THE GROUND...

FOUND...

RUNNING,

WANTING TO FLY.

CRAWLING,

WANTING TO CRY.

AWARE,

ARRIVED,

ACCEPTED!!!

GRADUALLY DREAMING,

UNABLE TO TALK.

BARELY AWAKE,

UNABLE TO WALK.

ASLEEP,

AGAIN,

AMEN!!!

Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: betrayal, conflict, crazy, dark, death, evil, sorrow,

Arrogant Creatures All Lost In Vanity

Arrogant Creatures All Lost In Vanity


Many have tried but all have failed
yet even these losers are often hailed
Mortal man trying a utopia to make
only succeeds in getting lives to take

All the deaths caused by these men
tens of millions murdered in the end
Hitler, Stalin and Mao all did fail
surely those evil three rot in Hell

Creatures all lost in arrogant vanity
destroying worlds with their insanity
There can be no true paradise here
man operates on greed, lust and fear

Man's imperfections invades all he builds
rots bountiful harvests in fertile fields

Robert Lindley, 04-07-2015

Poem Details | by Roberto Santana |
Categories: absence, anger, blue, conflict, courage, emotions, grief,

Vanity of War

I can't understand this War
And how it seems to grow'
Who understands the " Law'
I wish I truly knew .
There is no honor in dying,
In killing or being killed
Because there is no denying
That someone gets a " Cheap thrill"
Sitting on chair a alone
And acting just like a king,
You can't solve the problems of " War'
By acting like ' Ho chi ming .
War is death, to soldier's involved,
And to their families too,
When a loved one, dies in vain'
And families share, in each other's pain .
Let's pray for peace, for all of us ,
By joining hands together 
Wishing the "World ' eternal peace,
With time to enjoy each other .


Poem Details | by Solomon Ochwo-Oburu |
Categories: death, death of a friend, destiny, grief, imagination, stress, vanity,

Everyman

Every Man
Every man is a blind tourist
On bare feet, naked body
In the mystery world of foes
Full of thorns and venom
Battling against chaotic ordeals
Unlucky he who tours long
Fighting long folly wars
With no victory in sight
Ripening and rotting
Slowly and surely
Like tomatoes
From anniversary
To anniversary
Finally resting
In the dustbin
Forever

Poem Details | by Roy Batts |
Categories: death, humor, vanity,

AFTERLIFE

I have a worthy goal
I pine to be a fossil
on permanent display
in some future museum

All it takes 
is the proper soil
in which to reside
for years and years
of unflinching patience

And then a bit of luck
when a doctoral student
stumbles across my remains
and finds the subject
for her dissertation

Scientist will argue
over what it all means
and I will live on in death
as a smiling toothy enigma

Poem Details | by Serge Lyrewing |
Categories: allegory, celebrity, death, irony, stars, symbolism, vanity,

How the idols die

Life's theatre, tears and faces
Dreams have burnt with silent stories
Hit in back with shot or lances
Idols die without their sorries

Smoke of drugs syringe injection
Stars are putting out in spirit
Take guitare and drums, make action!
Bear illusion just like titbit.

They are known and they are famous
Gods of word and restless sinners
They will die in wealthy palace
They can't breathe, but they are winners.

Turn around and walk in glory
Choose the fame in eyes of sponger
There's black card I'm really sorry
Be the idol, sting them stronger.

Life's theatre, life is title
Our reason is defeated
Turn to me your back, my idol,
I will hit, because you need it.

Poem Details | by basit lateef |
Categories: bereavement, city, desire, hope, vanity,

Rational Cake




 
________________
Share me love- brethren
This national cake- I want
'coz it might go sour










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Poem Details | by Carrie White |
Categories: angel, beauty, death, halloween, magic, spiritual, vanity,

Magic Ingredients

Above the Lady's mantle
lay the Angel's trumpet
Fairy wings
on the flower head
& moon dew upon a peacock feather
Belladonna light the candles
unite your brew
& sip from the chalice





(A little poem ((or should I say potion)) for Halloween)

Poem Details | by me Me |
Categories: allegory, allusion, analogy, grief, vanity,

Apathy

Such an ideal is the syndication of cynicism.
For in this indictment of others, they can do anything,
but they cannot escape the uncaring.
Such an ideal is sagaciously inept at showing.
For they walk throughout every day with the sun blinding,
but they cannot escape the heat bearing down on them.
Such an ideal is unmerited complacency.
For in this daily life, they have the cognizance,
but they can’t really understand the tumultuous sentiments.
Such an ideal is an amaranthine of disparateness.
For they feel nothing that they feel,
but can they care when simplicity’s complexity turns dialectical?






Poem Details | by victor nwakanma |
Categories: death of a friend, earth, vanity, veterans day, words,

vanity

Beside marble fancied grave stones
You waste your time
Snoring on your bed was the best usage
Rather than for charity you spend on flowers
To lavish on empty graves
Soliloquizing, longing to be heard or felt
Kneeling before nothing, shedding tears
Oh so unfortunate it is all vanity

How can you be so fooled? Regarding your stature
If the dead can hear, why bury them
Why do they lay still, could they be acting?
Dead memories are imaginary, not real, so can’t be cherished
Stand up and go home
Their you’ll find bunches of living memories
 you wont have to cry but smile.

Poem Details | by Don Schaeffer |
Categories: death, heaven, pride, vanity,

Honors



I get up on the stage
do my act.
The rest is 
up to the audience.

When I die
I will face the Judge
salute and say the lines
Don Schaeffer reporting as ordered
Sir. The General will turn
in an abbreviated answer to my salute
and dismiss me.

Poem Details | by Adebayo Abass Olalekan |
Categories: death, death of a friend, sad,

Vanity

Rich.
Poor.
Rich enough to buy hectares.
Poor without a plot.
Possesses many mansions.
Can't even afford a block.
Six feet for everyone.
Vanity.

Poem Details | by KAYOD5 Kayode |
Categories: life, vanity,

An epitaph in the East

Below here lie the remains of Mrs Shadow-Sun
Who used all her life searching for her husband
She married for just a minute. She died at this spot
The very moment her husband died in the West
When she realised that Mr. Twilight she mistook
For her hubby was nothing but a caricature.

Poem Details | by Emenaha Godwin Holiday |
Categories: absence, autumn, death of a friend, depression, family, truth, vanity,

If I were a grave

Never would you fall as a tear
falling from heavens gates
to my benevolence gestures
though, won't I allow you to drop

as the dry leaves of sequoia 
from your utmost blissful height
dangling and vacillating - helplessly
staring upward the northern sunlight

as you loose the essence of life
but not to feel culpable
if I were a grave yard
I'd spit you up to see God's face.

Poem Details | by Xuefeng Pan |
Categories: death, dedication, humanity, vanity,

Words Written in the Halloween Night

In this quiet night, all things slept
I  stood still in the yard under the sky
I saw the stars, some are twinkling here in the dark
While some are sleeping quietly over there in the light

I knew you, the dead, are allowed to come back
In this defined night for your lives back

If you are  not surprised for having a talk
Please tell me the secrets that
Savior knows not yet how could I help
Your loved ones to bypass this Halloween sad?

Trust me! I hope 
That someday I could help!

(I made a mistake, I thought it was Halloween yesterday)

Poem Details | by L. J. Carber |
Categories: allusion, analogy, appreciation, death, meaningful, spiritual, wisdom,

Vanity and Dust

Vanity and dust, dust and vanity:
is that all we are?  Clashing egos,
scheming, soulless, taking and getting
only to loose all to that cheater Death?

When all you love will one day turn
to dust and none beat emptiness,
then you must pick--
that all is but chance,
or all is planned and
luck is the illusion...
sentience a cruel joke
or a divine-like gift...
and you either a fluke,
or one tugged by God.

Poem Details | by Nigel Chirwa |
Categories: grief, judgement, men, vanity,

Men

Marvel at man's creation
But do so at your own discretion 
For men is not without fault 
And his appraisal, yourself shall mold
He is the fall to many a things
And to countless felony is he complicit
But fret not, fear thou be
He is not all without saving grace 
After all...he shall be he's own undoing