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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 Taylor Graham |
Categories: death, imagination, on writing and words,

Poetry Assignment

It was “Death” you drew.
You rolled that slip of paper
between your fingers 
thin as onionskin, 
and dropped it in your pocket.
Pastel lady, 

did you wish to spare 
us? You fluttered fingers 
over the basket, and drew out 
“Patio Party,” 
a subject we must address 
before we meet again.

How many great poems 
have been penned on Death? 
How many on a
Patio Party?

Poem Details | by Tom Hitt |
Categories: allegory, allusion, death, introspection, life, retirement, words,

So Words Become

So words become; the order of the day
and order of the day becomes
the soldiered meaning of all work and play,
the ever present, beating drums.

Then words become; the lure of the lie
and liars lure every son
with shadows of gold 'til they all but die,
to retire, to be, to be done.

And then, once again; the words become
the order of every day
to sleep, to awake, to be dead and done,
'til all words fly, ever away.
  ~TH~

Poem Details | by Stefan Hillyman |
Categories: beautiful, celebration, death, future, hip hop, words,

Kartoon Knuckles

Draped and locked like a curtain in Guantanamo
I use my words to peel scalps like Geronimo
Just like a teen girl my mouth has a heavy flow
If arousal luminesces then I'll make you glow

They're calling me a villain cuz I steal girls like Bowser
Wowzer, think I just filled my trousers
Though unlike the lizard I don't lose them to Italians
Cuz after one night girls confuse me for a stallion

Heart of obsidian inlaid with gold
A tongue of adamantium that stays so cold
My life is a story that's never been told
And I'm hoping that the credits roll before I get old


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 JAN ALLISON |
Categories: dark, death, sad,

GRAVEYARD SCENE - SIX WORDS

Derelict tombstones lying at death’s door. Contest: Six words Sponsor: John Lawless 02~22~16

Poem Details | by Ernesto P. Santiago |
Categories: death, love, on work and working, on writing and words, people, sad, sympathy,

His Legacy

Up into the sky 
he soared 
like an Angel

With us 
down here-- 
at Soupland, watching him as he soared 
like an Angel;

So gentle… 
and brave 
he was,
a strong love he had, sharing it till the end, yet

His breath
could not resist the resounding call 
of Heaven 
and he left, 

Leaving us his poetry, for 
when great storms come in, his laughter 
will dry our tears like rain.


--

for Tom Bell, a great poet who taught us all-- 
to laugh and to smile…to learn… and to give.    

Poem Details | by Dear Heart |
Categories: dedication, grief, on writing and words, kiss, sensual,

In Dreams

Draw near in the dark of floating, misty dreams, appear to me, my love, as you used to be, from cold bitter death, leave your Paradise stream, open the gate and drift silently to me, and kiss me, kiss me, my love, within this dream. Inspiration from the poem, Echo, it seems. Christina Rossetti wrote of seclusion, of dreams and lost love with sensual passion. Rispetto January 8, 2013 For the contest, Poetry About Poetry

Poem Details | by Donald Meikle |
Categories: caregiving, friendship, loss, sorry, sympathy, words,

In Adda Quit

Feelings
expressed in words of endearment
A cheek stroking breeze on a hot Summer day
Cool of tile floor to walking bare feet
The squeeze of a hand.
A quick little hug
Tentative brushing the hair from your face
Following that with a tender embrace
Hoping you're hearing what I haven't said
and that it's some comfort to you instead
Trying to find words 
in your moment of need
Is all I can think of to do
Maybe tomorrow I'll know what to say
I wish I could do it today

Poem Details | by Louise Riveiro - Mitchell |
Categories: death, life, lost love, love, sad, time, time,

Words I Never Said

    My soul mate, my love, my friend
     We had a bond that would never end
      There was a time you belonged to only me
      But that was a long time ago
       And I foolishly set you free
      Never telling you I loved you so
      Never asking you not to go
     I always hoped there would be another time
     To once again feel your caress and your hand in mine
     But that time will never be
   The time has passed and all I have are memories
    All those words I should have said come back now to haunt me
    I never said I love you
    But know there was never anyone but you

Poem Details | by Maureen McGreavy |
Categories: appreciation, cancer, death, mother,

Some Words On My Mother's Passing


You gave me life
Love
Estranged
In the end
Cancer 
Friend
I didn't lose
But gained you





circa 2005

Poem Details | by Rebecca Larkin |
Categories: adventure, allegory, death, education, fear, mystery, words, fire, fire,

Through the fields of Grace

Through the fields of grace,
Set fire to the face
Run away, set the pace

Live with your mind buried in the cries
So wrapped up in your warped lies
Nothing lives anymore; tomorrow everything dies

Slam the door and whisper their fate
Lie some more and open the gate,
The gateway to the hell you promised in frosted words of glorious hate

Lie to them, the ignorant FOOLS!
As they waste away...those useless tools

Slanderous words of false glory
They fail to see the underlying gory-

Deaths covered to hide the shame
That they lied to bring riches and fame

So through the fields of grace,
Set fire to the face
run away....and set, the pace

Poem Details | by Brian Strand |
Categories: lost love, on writing and words

EPITAPH OF LOVE

Lost
for words,
writers' block-
everything
said ?

Lost
for love,
broken up-
my emotions
dead

Poem Details | by Gershon Wolf |
Categories: funeral, murder, spoken word,

Mark his words

Marc Antony's funeral oration
Masterpiece of shrewd persuasion
  Igniting sundry Romans' fierce desire
  To douse 'noble Brutus' life with fire

Poem Details | by Ernesto P. Santiago |
Categories: confusion, love, on writing and words, people, social, sympathy, sensual,

Love Notes

Love notes 
Wordings from the heart
That I’m trying to use 
To cover this scented stationery
With my ball point scribbler, I’m proud 
To match the sensual scent 
Of your lovely and fiery lips
With crimson thoughts, but as I finally come 
To end my writings, after so many pages 
Hooked thrown into a silent bin 
I begin to wonder if it’s better to recite
My love notes to you in person
For this way you would feel 
Much, much better…
The bubbling rhythm 
Of my heart


  

Poem Details | by Amy Greaves |
Categories: death, loss, on writing and words,

The Day the Rhyme Died

I know I may be kidding myself,
many see it as absurd.
But just because they think that way...
does it kill the written word?
Should I not write in rhyme,
Because it's no longer formal?
When did expression through the art of words,
become so strict and normal?
If the melody has died,
and the ancient bards subside...
then I shall mourn the loss of beauty,
that has receded into the tide.

Poem Details | by Casarah Nance |
Categories: death,

The Last Words

We have come this far, In this forever, here we are, a speck of sand, a blink vulnerable as we think we are not a never, nor are we a forever. Time will claim the choice, silence the loudest voice, All the whispers ever heard will go mute in deathly word. Vision seeds go unplanted, timbers fall warped and slanted. Moments shiver and sieze with the dying of the breeze. We find our home inside the womb of the natures bride waiting to be reborn left behind lovers mourn. Finality is a fragile thought some fear, some sought, and it is my turn for goodbye. Time comes and we all die. For contest: my muse, mortal Date: 6/21/18

Poem Details | by CJ Conroe |
Categories: death, loss, love, sad, words,

No words describe the pain

No words describe the pain
As tears fall you know, 
This is only the beginning!
True heartbreak lies ahead
Tears roll endlessly,
A grown man on his knees
Broken by despair.
That sad reality that your not good enough
A question you already answered!
Looking back I regret…
I regret that first look when your eyes met mine…
You had my heart more then you could ever know!
As rage brews inside, still I have no hate for you,
But only for myself! 
Knowing I couldn’t be what you needed… 
I couldn’t fill that role!
So here I sit alone
As tears roll down my check,
I have no words to describe the pain!

Poem Details | by shadab shaikh |
Categories: addiction, age, anger, conflict, confusion, dark, death, depression, desire, emotions, for her, grief, heart, heartbroken, hero, hindi, how i feel, howl, jealousy, leaving, life, loneliness, lonely, longing, loss, lost, lost love, love, miss you, missing, missing you, moon, moving on, natural disasters, nostalgia, pain, poems, sad, sad love, sin, sorrow, sorry, spoken word, stress, suicide, trust, truth, words, writing,

Yeh khaalipan


Jab Meri Bechaini Mit Jayegi
Jab Mere Dilko Sukoon Mil Jayega
Yeh Khaalipan Mit Jayega

Do Pal Ki Chandni Ke Liye
Aj Bhi Zinda Hoon Main
Meri Khaamoshi Ke Ageh Aasmaan Bhi Khatam Ho Jayega

Kehne Ke Liye Toh Roz Marta Hoon Main
Thoda Aur Marne Ke Liye
Yeh Deewana Kal Phir Ayega

Poem Details | by Dan Keir |
Categories: adventure, angel, beautiful, business, childhood, death, education, fantasy, farewell, freedom, friendship, funeral, funny, growing up, happiness, happy, health, holiday, home, hope, humorous, imagination, inspirational, nostalgia, on writing and words, parody, passion, patriotic, peace, people, philosophy, slam, social, song, sorrow, sorry, spiritual, time, woman,

Ding Dong The Wicked Witch is Dead

Globally, miners jubilantly jump for joy
Smiles on the faces of every girl and boy
The grins of a newly opened Xmas toy
Thatcher’s dead.

Trade unionists bounce along the street
Music blaring and the tapping of feet
From nurses to Bobbies still on the beat
Thatcher’s dead.

Street parties announced in the nation
Satan who brought economic inflation
Is deceased, now’s the time for elation
Thatcher’s dead.

Its times like this I’m sad I’m an atheist
And can only shout and wave my fist
And then go to the pub and get pissed
Thatcher’s dead.

Poem Details | by Dan Keir |
Categories: allah, angel, angst, confusion, dream, education, faith, freedom, god, happiness, health, heaven, history, holocaust, hope, humorous, imagination, inspirational, introspection, jesus, journey, life, lonely, loss, lost, lost love, miracle, nature, on writing and words, pain, peace, people, philosophy, political, prayer, recovery from..., religious, sad, spiritual, stress, success, sympathy, teacher, time, write,

Haikus About God: III

Beauty of nature
Why condense it down to God?
Isn’t life enough?

Poem Details | by Leslie Albright |
Categories: grief, sister,

No Words

How can you say what can't be spoken.
When deep inside your heart is broken.
There's little comfort for what you feel.
As you kneel and pray for God to heal.

Our Princess Warrior fights silently.
Each breath, she takes defiantly.
Against a foe that won't relent.
Until her energy is all spent.

I have no words, what can I say.
Nobody thought they'd see this day.
We have no answers for our sorrow.
Thinking you won't be here tomorrow.

We look at pictures filled with life.
A sister, mother. daughter, wife.
To ponder more is too absurd.
I'm done here, not another word.

Poem Details | by cecil hickman |
Categories: age, death, evil, life, sin, social, words,

Erotic Death

Their erotic death or life eternally,
Directed trance like powers of eyes.
Along with blindness of surprise,
Delivers humanities lustful dormancy,
Creating a new formal entity,
The power that sparks darkening skies,
Lurid scheme of evil does disguise.
Enticingly becomes the destiny.

Transformations brought forth.
One bite brings immortal youth.
Never to grow old, what worth,
Ignoring legitimate truth,
Whether by choice or not henceforth,
We walk upon night in sleuth.


written for contest
Poems from the Vampire!

Cecil Hickman

Poem Details | by Zamreen Zarook |
Categories: abuse, addiction, adventure, age, betrayal, body, boyfriend, brother, conflict, confusion, courage, culture, death, forgiveness, fun, high school, how i feel, inspirational, life, loneliness, lonely, loss, lost, murder, mystery, paradise, psychological, racism, rights, stress, teen, teenage, time, voice, wisdom, words, world, write, youth,

Happiness in a Wrong way

Happiness in a Wrong way – Zamreen Zarook

In the notion of seeking happiness,
I thought of stepping in to nonsense,
I dream I could find success,
But I had only little access.

Every attempt that I lend,
It was an utter failure at the end,
My life was full of difficult bend,
But God is always there as a good friend.

My deeds travel in various ways,
Some times in subways,
Or in times it goes in highways,
But I had the belief, God is there always.

North and south families surrounded,
East and west friends are rounded,
Every time fear on death soughed,
I am trapped, and my merits are loaded.

Poem Details | by Ernesto P. Santiago |
Categories: art, friendship, love, nature, on writing and words, passion, sympathy,

Scent Of A Korean Tea

See this not as a flattery
Thou, we both know that 
We met, only, yesterday
But truth is I am missing 
You, every night and day

You and only you
I think of no other, as
I spell out 
These words of mine 
My arts, from the heart

You told me 
To gaze the stars
Whilst I begged you 
To ask the birds
How to fly

I remember that night
It’s something, I’ll not forget
The scent of a Korean tea
Brewed, delicately, with love
To sanctify me

It was already two a. m. when I 
Walked home, from your place
Guided by the sleepy moon 
I found out, we passionately speak
Nature’s own language