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Poem Details | by Joe DiMino |
Categories: allegory, analogy, confusion, death, symbolism, write,

A Cat Pursuing Mice

A cat pursuing mice
seems never 
to think twice;
an owl swooping on prey
shows no thought 
of delay--

Then enters man--
expressing volition, 
a higher moral ground
of conscious
contrition--
yet kills for sport
as well as nutrition…

Oh! on occasion
for God
and country….


Poem Details | by juan blanco |
Categories: write,

Your death lies before you

Oh! Mighty kings, how many of you have been cursed by a beautiful silhouette. 
How many of you have willfully fallen unto treacherous ground. 
You have been poison by her pleasures and in her labyrinth you reside, for love is her poison, and desire is a trap.
King no more, but a broken man, for before you a woman exults herself, and in her nakedness –your death lies.
-one

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 Dan Keir |
Categories: allah, angel, angst, courage, dream, education, faith, fantasy, fear, funny, god, heaven, history, hope, humorous, imagination, inspirational, introspection, jesus, journey, life, lonely, loss, lost, lost love, love, miracle, mystery, nostalgia, on work and working, parody, passion, peace, people, philosophy, political, prayer, recovery from..., religion, religious, spiritual, stress, success, sympathy, teacher, time, write,

Haikus About God: V

Omniscient guy
Yet he lets bad things happen
How can he exist?


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 Dan Keir |
Categories: allah, angel, angst, confusion, courage, dream, faith, god, happiness, heaven, history, hope, imagination, inspirational, introspection, jesus, journey, life, lonely, loss, lost, lost love, love, memory, metaphor, miracle, parody, passion, peace, people, philosophy, political, prayer, recovery from..., religion, religious, stress, success, sympathy, teacher, time, uplifting, write,

Haikus About God: IV

God made all people
But some better than others?
Stop being silly.

Poem Details | by Dan Keir |
Categories: allah, angel, angst, education, faith, fantasy, fear, freedom, god, happiness, heaven, history, hope, imagination, inspirational, introspection, jesus, journey, life, lonely, loss, lost, love, metaphor, miracle, mystery, peace, people, political, prayer, religion, religious, spiritual, stress, sympathy, teacher, time, write,

Haikus About God: VI

The body: sacred
We’re all made in God’s image
Hence... circumcision?

Poem Details | by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: addiction, dark, death of a friend, grief, heartbroken, drug,

DEVASTATION - EMOTIVE WRITE

Anacreontic Verse I’m feeling so blue. My tears fall drip, drip, drip. Eyes bright red as the deluge flows unceasingly. My broken heart aches and cannot be fixed … such intense pain so deep inside. Why did you leave me all alone, expecting me to soldier on without you? I don’t need a photograph to see your face as it is printed indelibly in my mind. Your parting was so sudden. No phone call or letter just intense silence. Drugs took your life, but your memory will live on forever. Submitted to Best sad poem ever II Sponsored by Laura Loo 01~02~16

Poem Details | by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: baby, death,

STILLBIRTH - LOVE WITHOUT HOPE - EMOTIVE WRITE

From the very moment you were conceived I loved you I could feel you kick, as a new life grew inside me One day you stopped moving, and tragically I knew Holding my newborn baby was never meant to be Original Laura Loo's contest Weepy Quatrain awarded 1st place Submitted to best poem from any of Laura Loo's contests 03~29~16

Poem Details | by Mary Oliver Rotman |
Categories: death, write,

When You Died

When you died 
I couldn't write a poem.
I felt too deeply,
or I didn't feel enough.
Or maybe I died too.

Poem Details | by Ken Bennight |
Categories: cry, death, grief, pain,

Write me into Suicide

Scar me deep cut me wide,
write me into suicide.
Suffocate by deadly breath,
taking everything that's left.
Leaving me the empty soul,
to carry on but his not known.
Painful screams and fearful cries,
write me into suicide.
Brutal seems the only call,
fearful shadows melt and fall.
All I've loved is gone away,
I'm pleading for someone to stay.
Selfish me with all my pride,
wrote me into suicide...

Poem Details | by Liza Salmon |
Categories: childhood, confusion, courage, death, freedom, write, people, life, people,

Rythem in Life

Is it the rhythm in life
That we have issues and strife
The rhythm in life is a beat
A beat that puts you heart out in the street
The street is where it all goes down
It goes down to make you frown  
Some people laugh and play 
Other people sit and stay  
We all want to wear it 
And even compare it 
In my room sometime strain at the wall 
In my mind hear my conscience call
In life alone 
We don’t pick up the phone
And we lose the milestone 
The trust of the fact that 
We are not all that!

Poem Details | by Ana Jusino |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, change, character, depression, emotions, feelings, girl, grief, growth, poems, poetry, recovery from, sad, write, writing,

Change for the Better

I'll get better, one day.
I know I will.
I just have to keep going this way,
and try not to fall down this hill.

Sure, I'll fall out sometimes,
but if I don't, how will I learn?
These are the times-
it's strength, I'll earn.

It takes time to get better,
it takes time to be happy,
but I know if I do this with her,
I'll no longer feel crappy.

This is the time to change,
the time to smile,
time to leave this range,
and run the mile.

Poem Details | by Miche Ulman |
Categories: business, child, confusion, courage, dark, depression, education, faith, farewell, father daughter, fear, freedom, goodbye, grief, hate, home, hope, imagination, inspirational, journey, life, lonely, loss, lost, mom, mother, on work and working, pain, people, philosophy, political, religion, sad, school, social, sorrow, time, travel, write,

Observer

A serpent underneath blue sky,
in shade of man, in twinkle of an eye,
above brick wall, in the structure, at the floor,
venom of white dove; contaminated food, undrinkable water,
misguided youth, pregnant daughter, unfaithful father and hateful son,
mothers do pray while we walk through Babylon;
on teli and in the press, on top shells,
price none the less, in bedroom and at your door..
dawn of a new day seemed to be dark,
after all.

Poem Details | by Sean Fahrnebruch |
Categories: dark, death, depression, happy, journey, spring, write,

Happy

To die before you die is worse then death itself.
Time doesn’t stop as you are sprung backwards.
Now you have to climb forward. 
Desperately yearning to revert to your normal self.
Desperately wanting something to spring you back to where you were, happy. 

Poem Details | by Jewels Chavira |
Categories: addiction, anger, change, conflict, confusion, corruption, courage, cry, dark, death, depression, emo, emotions, evil, feelings, grave, grief, growth, hate, heartbroken, how i feel, inspiration, inspirational, leaving, life, loneliness, lonely, lost, lost love, memory, pain, poetry, power, psychological, recovery from, sad, sad love, sick, strength, suicide, uplifting, wisdom, write, writing,

The Black Abyss

Sinking in deeper,
No way to escape,
The dark and scary Reaper,
Fore told in the Book of Life.

Is this my end?
Will I ever see the light of day again?
No. My wounds, I must mend.
I must find my strength.

Stand my ground,
Face my fears.
Only then will my voice be found
I must survive.

Break the suffocating chains,
Run from the darkness.
Power will fill my veins.
I will Fight!

Fight the painful names,
The horrid memories,
The demented games 
And escape My Black Abyss.

Poem Details | by Miche Ulman |
Categories: childhood, confusion, dark, devotion, faith, farewell, father, fear, forgiveness, funeral, growing up, hate, life, lonely, loss, lost, mystery, prayer, religion, son, sorrow, sorry, suicide, write, me, me,

Confession Chamber

Forgive me Father for I have sinned,
for being born with you to begin,
its been a long time since my last confession,
I don't wont your blessing,
lies and resurrection.
I don't believe in love, I don't believe in faith,
cant stand my own kind,
humble in hate,
I don't believe in truth, I don't wont to be saved,
erase me from your list,
buried, unmarked,
graved.

Abused as a child,
bloodstains of a man,
only shovel awaits,
forgive me if you can.

Poem Details | by Wilindean Inniss |
Categories: beautiful, birthday, courage, dark, death, dedication, depression, devotion, freedom, friendship, life, lonely, loss, love, pain, peace, people, success, suicide, uplifting, write,

Pessimist

How do you expect me to be less of a pessimist and more of an optimist. When you’re pessimistic about my optimism.

Poem Details | by Abdulhafeez Oyewole |
Categories: absence, daughter, death, dream, future, loss, senses, star, student, success, work, write,

In Her Teen

We know her future could be bright
If not for death that snatched her dream
She was the queen among her mates
The few she left here said it all

If not for death that snatched her dream
While on earth she nurtured the best
The few she left here said it all
A jewel worth many to pens

While on earth she nurtured the best
She was the queen of her mates
The few she left here said it all
We know her future could be bright

Poem Details | by Suyash Saxena |
Categories: absence, adventure, age, analogy, childhood, courage, creation, cry, dark, death, death of a friend, dedication, desire, dream, eulogy, identity, imagination, innocence, inspirational, leaving, life, loneliness, lonely, longing, loss, lost, memory, missing you, mountains, moving on, muse, mystery, nostalgia, sad, society, song, spring, winter, wisdom, words, write, youth,

Last Sonnet



Hither I stand, at crossroads,
And then I gaze, at the yonder end-
The vague horizon from where I began;
And all that I may ever deem
Is that- my days
Have been a waken dream.

Hither I stand, at the edge of my dream;
Then I wonder, at the depth of my trance-
An adventurous journey through the wondrous woods;
An idyllic stroll through the vicissitudinous meadow;
And from the final station as I depart,
All that I can ever say, is that
Perpetuation has been a rouge
Of fleeting phases of my life.


Suyash Saxena 
St. Stephen’s College.

Poem Details | by RUDOLPH RINALDI |
Categories: death, destiny, life, obituary,

WRITE YOUR OWN OBITUARY NOW

WRITE YOUR OWN 
OBITUARY NOW
WHILE YOU CAN 
TELL IT ALL 
WITH A BIG 
FORWARD SPIN
LIKE A POLITICIAN 
OR A TIME SHARE  SALESMAN

ENGRAVE IT 
IN A MINIATURE FONT
ON A CHEAP PAINTED BLACK 
MINIATURE METAL PENNANT
WITH A CHEAP PAINTED BLACK
METAL CHAIN 
AND WEAR IT BOLDLY

LIKE A NARROW 
FAUX SILK POLKA DOT  TIE 
AROUND YOUR NECK
AND YOU’LL BE 
READY TO GO 

MAKE SURE 
YOUR NAME 
IS SPELLED CORRECTLY 
 

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 Jaquay Atkins |
Categories: deep, feelings, gender, poets, prayer, religion, write, writing,

Sympathy

Open your mind sir
Hear the crying voices 
Sympathize more often

Poem Details | by Vicki Acquah |
Categories: deep, eulogy, write,

THE VISIT

Sharon why do you come?
Sharon you were not my
Confidant nor my peer
Could you be some long
Transcended
Ancestor ?
You are the only
One who has come,
More than one time.
Met you in this lifetime,
When you were here.
My spade partner
Sometimes.
It would seem likely.
Family would look in..
But it's Okay, that it's you,
You're the only
One that has
Made it known.. that
Every goodbye
Ain't gone. One day
More will be revealed
As to the meaning
Of your communication;
As you seem the most unlikely
Too attach yourself to my soul station.
“Sharon, I think I now 
Know why have you come"

Poem Details | by Chris Boskovski |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, courage, cry, dark, death, red, rose, wisdom, write,

The Sweet smell of a dead rose

A rose that is at full bloom
and the color is pure and the pettles are calm
and dance along with the blowing of the wind
they have a smell, that is divine,
but doesn't bring back no special memory.

Now a dead rose,
that has a smell
that has no definition
that has no pain
it is just there
and it doesn't cry
and it doesn't sigh
it just sits there,
burning away when the sun hits it,
without remorse
without blinding courage.

The dead rose just sits there,
and the smell is so sweet
it brings back memories
that make you cry
and sigh
and sometimes,
laugh
and
smile a little.

Sometimes the dead things
are more beautiful
than the living,

but that is just my opinion,

what do you think?