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Poem Details | by Keith O.J. Hunt |
Categories: death, life, mystery,

Voyage of Self Discovery

We are born ---
  we live, we die;
  and in between we gaze the aftermath of the gods...
  and the great shining stars at night ---
  with greater grip in old age than fleeting youth;

More fiercely we cling to ebbing mortality,
  as if there is more in elder years,
  and as a fledgling we only know a rising sun;
  for it never sets in first-time life,
  whilst excitement drifts like snow in later years,
  its coming appreciated all the more,
  like the end of a mystery movie nearing...
  
Was it good? ---
   or was it bad?

Will we ever see the credits?








***Meditations on Mortality***


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 Lycia Harding |
Categories: blue, death of a friend, eulogy, goodbye, heaven, journey, leaving, sky, travel, voyage,

An Early Wind

You will go from earth to sky for this sweet reunion.
lie softly Precious Traveler, suffer not. 

sleep...

blue Mother Moon shall open an early wind 
and gently blow you home.

================
July 22, 2015

Poem Details | by Jerry T Curtis |
Categories: change, dark, death, grave, scary, slavery, voyage,

Little Black Box

Little Black Box
Where You lie Sleeping
Little Black Box
Your Secrets Keeping
You'll Never Talk
In That Little Black Box

UnMarked Grave
Where You Are Wasting
UnMarked Grave
In Soil Basting 
Just another Knave
In An Unmarked Grave

Barren womb
Just Like A tomb
Barren Womb
Life exhumed 
We're all Doomed
In A Barren Womb


Poem Details | by Rev. Dr. Samuel Mack OMS DD |
Categories: adventure, age, angel, beautiful, bible, earth, emotions, faith, family, farewell, fruit, funeral, travel, trust, truth, uplifting, visionary, voice, voyage, wisdom, world, writing,

My Time Has Come

My Time Has Come

My time is over here in this body
I am being called home as my work is done here
I hear my Lords voice calling me home
Although I know I will miss this old world 
With all that I have seen and done
All the People I have met and talked to
My body can go on no more for it has reached it’s time

Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS
Copyright 2013

http:paladinnews1.blogspot.com

Poem Details | by Robert Candler |
Categories: age, change, character, death, faith, farewell, goodbye, grave, journey, leaving, life, me, peace, religion, remember, self, spiritual, truth, voyage,

Yet Another Reflection

I rend asunder and
Crumble into dust
Before my very eyes.

No answers forthcoming
To my many questions,
Most important, "Why?"

"A fool are you,"
I stand thinking.
"There is no disguise."

To worry so about
What matters not
In the by and by.

Trials have strengthened.
Sorrows kept me human.
No point to analyze.

"Life is for living,"
An ultimate truth
I finally realized.

Sooner than later
Might have been better,
Had only I been wise.

I rend asunder and
Crumble into dust....
A twinkle in my eye.

Poem Details | by Stephen Barry |
Categories: america, courage, eulogy, loss, ocean, voyage,

The Sinking of El Faro

To long for poetry soup,  cut and paste follow like , page 9.

http://www.seafarers.org/documents/May2016Log.pdf

Poem Details | by Kyle Casker |
Categories: death, mythology, sun, voyage,

Winter is Coming

Winter is Coming, of course this is known.
Dark skies draw near and the birds have flown.
The nights grow shiverous, dark, and wet
While Sol (Saw-L) nestles in Horizon’s net.
Baratheon suffers the pass of a King

but perhaps his fall was less than a sting
and a new ruler takes place, whom you wish not rein.
Lannisters do not fret from most threats
They know Winter is Coming  .

High and Honor is the Falcon’s Wing.
Forces of Vale to defend Robin.
Mysterious sights appear upset.
White walkers return, not many have met.
Bloody Snow soon soils the spring.
Winter is coming death it will ring.

Poem Details | by edward johnson |
Categories: bible, death, i am, jesus, life, love, voyage,

Life

Life is worth 
Living if you are
Love

Poem Details | by Dave Collins |
Categories: emo, sympathy, voyage, write,

Freudian Patho Gen Pathfinders

In the PsychoSocioscheme of things we see;

The ID chooses the  Socio  Path
The EGO chooses the  Sym  Path
The SUPEREGO chooses the   Em Path
             all others choose the A Path

Poem Details | by Anindya Mohan Tagore |
Categories: bird, death, flying, hope, voyage,

Wings of cranes





On the wings of cranes
Hope travels - in search of warmth ;
And Departed Soul


(C) Anindya Mohan Tagore (Bobby)






Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: angst, art, death, depression, fear, introspection, voyage,

White Coffin

In a white empty coffin
Angels lay in wait
For today the preacher is late

In a white empty coffin
Silent nights filled with piercing screams
You may call them nightmares

The grim reaper calls them dreams
In a white empty coffin
Snow storms hail from above

A blanket of death over
Those who breathe not at all
White empty coffins

Collecting tears as they fall

Poem Details | by James Moon |
Categories: creation, death, metaphor, psychological, time, voyage, wisdom,

The Voyage

"Existence is an ocean."
 
The body is a vessel, this life is a sea.
God brings the winds that fill its sails,
But it's captain is only me.
Other ships may come and fire against us
My crew may plot a mutiny,
If succeed they do, and if I lose
My ship goes down with me.
 
No one else will tell me how,
Or why, or what, or when.
Till the sea swallows us up,
And it's waters birth us anew.
Till I say good bye, the final time,
And sail those seas again.

Poem Details | by Miche Ulman |
Categories: absence, addiction, birth, change, confusion, dark, death, eulogy, fear, flying, horror, leaving, life, longing, magic, mystery, mythology, pain, self, senses, suicide, voyage,

Charon's obol

In the shadow, behind the tree, 
on the meadow, bend your knee,
down the valley, up the stream, flat bedrock,
hear me scream, bellow the heavens, toward hell,
dark tunnel, wishing well; fellow traveler listen well,
no chance given, could you tell, 
on a knife-edge, head or tail?

Poem Details | by Thomas King |
Categories: faith, grief, journey,

A Voyage To Nowhere

A lifetime it seems 
I’ve sailed towards freedom
But only in my dreams
Does it ever really come.

Stranded in this place 
Like a ship on a reef
Held fast in the embrace
Of heartache and grief.

Unable to pull free
From its iron tight grip
Trapped in the misery
Of my now sinking ship

Desperation and anguish
Washes over my face 
My hope starts to languish
On my voyage to this Imaginary place.

I’m a mariner who’s out of sort
Traversing this turbulent sea
Searching for the nearest port
Where I can finally be free.

Poem Details | by John Arribas |
Categories: analogy, eulogy, future, introspection, judgement, leaving, voyage,

REAR VIEW MIRROR

REAR VIEW MIRROR
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS



Its been a long and perilous journey
All over in such a short time
I  find myself yielding the treasures
I once thought were mine
If there’s a heaven
Then surely, there is a hell
Question is “in which shall I dwell”

Poem Details | by The Grahamburglar |
Categories: art, betrayal, boat, grave, night, peace, voyage,

Grave Robbers

We put the urn aboard ship.
Excubant vigil by starlight kept. 
Cradled in a zephyr grip, 
distant, the desolate catacomb crept.
Homeward, encumbered vessels slip
adorned in the dreams of those who slept.

Preston Graham
Submission for contest: Complete The Lines
Hosted by: nette onclaud
07/25/15
Line 5 - Sappho

Poem Details | by Arabian Poet |
Categories: body, death, destiny, faith, heaven, philosophy, voyage,

My last train trip

                    My last train trip  
Can you hear my train coming tchoo tchoo
I see mom, dad and all the people I've known 
At the sidewalk they are singing in moan
I'm sleeping, dressed up and up to go 
All hats were been pulled down

I'm floating above waves of hands 
I reached my cabin of wood
Inside, is brighten  in white even my hood 
Outside, it starts raining sands
With no time I'm drowning in the flood

Loneliness takes over the place 
It is getting cold and dark 
I can hear the village clerk 
He is saying my name followed by rest in peace 
Everything decays except for My gravestone that  stands like a strong oak

Poem Details | by Demetrios Trifiatis |
Categories: eulogy, heaven, voyage,

SOARING TO HEAVENS





                  Surprised their souls, soared towards the sky
 
                    Searching the kingdom of heavens to find

                Untimely their departure, yet the call can’t defy

                       For destiny’s law, eternally them bind!*





                               © Demetrios Trifiatis
                                  16 November 2015


* Dedicated to the young of Paris that fell victims to hatred! 


Poem Details | by Olivia Brag |
Categories: anxiety, books, conflict, grief, voyage, youth,

The poem of Pi

The waves crash as I cry,
for I am lost,
it is lost,
it is all lost,
family, friends, love, my laughter.
I have but a boat and a beast.

Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: angst, art, birth, death, introspection, philosophy, poetry,

Voyage from the birth canal to Cimetiere du Pere-Lachaise de paris where I lie

Birth
Crawl
Tears
Steps
Laughter
Smiles
Fears
Careers
Diseases
Betrayals
Denials

Full circle

Death nears
Tears
Laughter
Frowns
Dead clowns
Dead
In ground
No sound
Silence
Abounds

Poem Details | by Bonnie Jennings |
Categories: death, deep, earth, voyage, water, weather, wind,

Raging Storm

Raging water, a terrible turbulent storm
A ship capsizes with men aboard
A vision of mercy entered there...
Finding the sailors who floundered waves
In and out the mercy sought
Wanting to offer a handing help
Searched endlessly until silent the waters
No man found struggling nor survivors

 

©2016 Bonnie G Jennings . All Rights Reserved

Poem Details | by Anisha Dutta |
Categories: death, destiny, ocean, sea, voyage,

TITATNIC




     TITANIC

     Turbulent was not the sea, wonderful largest liner floated safely.
     Inspired by luxurious ocean voyage, affluent passengers sailed gaily
     Tension-free vessel suddenly struck by hidden ice berg. Ship at stake.   
     Abrupt rush of water flow flooded the deck causing ship wreck.
     Not enough life boats to accommodate each innocent helpless soul.
     Ill-fated Titanic sank. Most tragic event, just to count death toll.
     Captain Smith prayed till last breath. Titanic ! Ocean stole.
     .



     10/17/15
                   

               
   

Poem Details | by Gary Kraidman |
Categories: anger, angst, betrayal, care, dark, death, death of a friend, depression, loneliness, lost, voyage,

What Now

There's really no one left to call
Do I need a phone at all?
The kids around are all on text
For me who to call next?
As time went by
I watched friends die
Left stunned and filled with rage
Who ever thought that we would age?
So now they're carried off the stage
Can't do much but turn the page
Today my call lists really blank
I say to you
And let's be frank
When all around have passed away
Life is but an empty day.






Poem Details | by Jacob Welch |
Categories: america, death, history, introspection, sea, spoken word, voyage,

CROATOAN

Whispers in my ear;

The dead wish to live again.

A soft strumming
of worn out strings;

The dead hope to rise.

From coffin nails
to slow exhales,
the living wane
and slowly fail.

I tie my knots,
I lift my sails;

The dead setting off again.

From Roanoke
to Jamestown’s walls,
the sea consumes another soul;

And I’m settling down
on this foreign shore
without a line
to cast back home;

The living dream
of growing old;

The dead remain, 
trapped
in rotting bones.