Poem Details | by
SKAT A |
Categories:
absence, death, emo, emotions, sorrow,
On a special Suicidal Night,
I sit alone inside this nightmare
In a nightmare with no windows
Nobody can see me
I can see nobody
Flowers, above
My eyes have darkened to a color never seen before
Forever closed!
It Rains! It Rains!
Beyond this ocean, I've drowned too many times
I remember cascades of water below my eyes
My satin sheets wrinkle and cold
I fail and die every night
No one understands the pain that kills me every day
Wounds that reach 6 feet deep
Lucid demons
Bleeding wrist
Scary dreams
My mind is still screaming
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Incomplete
Torn
Broken-
Is how I live
I'm alone-
No one's around.
My body's like a coffin
Stiff in my own home.
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Poem Details | by
Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
grief,
One need not read her horoscope to know
this woman's fate, and though wisteria
cascades sweet blooms of lavender like snow
outside her door, it's still Siberia
pervading the dimensions of her mind,
for not one fickle thought or patch of moss
can thrive where bleakest shadows are enshrined.
No bittersweet, no dew drops. . . only loss
surrounds her heart. She tries to reminisce,
but like a barren continent grown cold,
she can't perceive one particle of bliss.
She's clasping grief and cannot be consoled!
Wisteria's perfume is in the breeze,
but in her soul remains a winter's freeze.
9/24/14
For Janice Canerdy's Sonnet Poetry Contest
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Poem Details | by
Howard Bull |
Categories:
brother, death, history, life, philosophy, sad, warprayer,
Over the top lads, for old Blighty! Hold the colours high!
Say a little prayer for me, for this summer day we die.
My brothers from the ripened field and blackened mill, shop floor,
Your brother in a killing field to fight a rich man’s war.
In bloodied mud and shattered wood, fight legions of the brave,
Unwitting youth, you’ll do your duty until you’re in the grave.
A sergeant greets a fresh-faced boy, “welcome to the slaughter!”
Here you die from three diseases, bullet, gas or mortar.
In arms we fight together and in leaden hails we pass,
We die amongst the filth and stench that once was verdant grass.
“In the morning we will remember them” we hear the leaders call,
Those fickle words of history, will not remember us all.
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Poem Details | by
Dale Gregory Cozart |
Categories:
death, imagery, metaphor,
I don't need mawkish photographs to see
the drowning rowboat tethered to the dock,
a withered seahorse clinging to debris
as umber water seeps through feeble caulk.
The cord grass will have grown up through the planks
to marry splinters teeming on the pier,
putrescent pillars tilted by the banks;
a pallid corpse beside the marsh's bier.
Those summers when we sailed through brackish mist
have long since gone the way of floating sculls
that languish in the asters to be kissed
by empty oarlocks perched atop their hulls.
Your August ghost still flounders on the fen
then sinks beneath in nightmares now as then.
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Poem Details | by
Silent One |
Categories:
death,
sometimes
we don't get a chance
to say goodbye
you sit there
tears in your eyes
wondering why
and
it don't make sense
to be strong
because it stings
you can't explain
the pain each
memory brings
and
the guilt
of stupidity
leads to regret
images
in your mind
mean you can't forget
sadly
stubborn to reach out
means feelings
are not heard
spite leads to
unanswered questions
no last word
and
its not them
knocking at the door
they can't call
there is no point
saying sorry
to the wall
because
sometimes
we don't get a chance
to say goodbye
you sit there
tears in your eyes
wondering why
Simple Musings
Silent One
18 September 2017
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Poem Details | by
Connie Marcum Wong |
Categories:
boat, death, deep, devotion, lonely, lost love,
Life Spent All Alone
I felt such joy when first my hull met sea.
'Twas years ago before my shattered shell
Was tossed and ravaged, fisherman and me
As we grew old together, now I tell
The story of our lonely life at sea.
There was a maiden who he loved in youth.
A lightning strike took her, 'twas destiny.
He never loved again, that is the truth.
Daily he sadly fished in sun or rain,
Her memory and me his only friend,
Kept company in tune with heartfelt pain.
I remained with him 'till the very end.
I spend my days alone, my time is cast,
Thus I know, he is with his love at last.
5-13-19
Choices Poetry Contest ~First Place~
Sponsor Sara Kendrick
Picture # 2
Life Spent All Alone
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Poem Details | by
SKAT A |
Categories:
corruption, dark, death, funeral, jobs, lust, obituary,
The Secret of the Mortician
Dead, but I got eyes
Prepares my body at the morgue
Opens the chest
Drains the blood from its nudity
Admires my body before it decays
After The process of embalming
His hands run all over
I'm still dead
He's satisfied
The next day
Writes an outstanding obituary
I sit on display
~SKAT~
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Poem Details | by
Poet Destroyer A |
Categories:
abuse, art, body, death, emo, sad,
Suicide Masterpiece
Sweatdrop
On top
Trigger pop
Written note
All I got
Hang knot
Body rot
Suicide cop
I hope not
Cry out loud
I think not
Body's hot
I am too proud
I am loved a lot
Rooftop.
Suicide bride
Heavy rain
Your game
the same
Trapped shame
Gone insane
Who's to blame
Red stain
Suicide rain
Addictive dope
Needle hope
Poison taste
Drowning beer
Gunshot
Painless fear
Powder nose
Suicide dose
Razor blades
Flame stare
Pain fades
Sadden tear
Candle wax
Smoke dare
Burn down
Suicide flare
No bluff
No name
War zone
Innocent prey
Soul blown
Cry all day
Set mind
Suicide bomb
Terrorist
traffic jam
Plane jack
Headstrong
Help protect
Customs wrong
Dead plot
Suicide stop
------
stop the suicide
by:-)
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Poem Details | by
arthur vaso |
Categories:
angst, destiny, introspection, pain, philosophy, poetry, september,
My shadow flirts with the sun
As I caress the darkness
We are one and separate
As my shadow smiles
Anxiety suffocates me
The shadow will soon fade
I shall die
One happy, one not
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Poem Details | by
David Meade |
Categories:
grief, life, love,
Sitting by his bed
Labored breathing
Time is short
Holding his hand
A prayer – for him, for me
Be strong and courageous
Eyes blink open for a moment
Then nothing – gone
Tears flow
Skin relaxes
Death pallor forms
Alone in the moment
Alone
Cell Phone rings
My daughter in a panic
Fear spikes my heart
Dad – there are ants in the bathroom
Relief – exhaling
Death in the moment
But also Life
Life
Goodbye dear friend
Our time over
Your precious love and wisdom
I take
To guide my moments
My moments
To love
To forgive
To encourage
To live
Each day
Each person
In every situation
Compassionately
Boldly
Completely
In every moment
In
Every
Moment
David Meade
12/28/2014
Live Generously
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Poem Details | by
nette onclaud |
Categories:
grief, i miss you, memorial,
Not with my arms but with a heart
that blesses your reveries, may peace reside
within your chest... is it possible to love you
less? Perhaps allow the sun to brush your hair
in the luminescence of dawn?
Even autumn envies you as white light
moves with your scent and possesses
your laughter never to be mine again in times
of harvest or falling rain…
and from stars above, may your eyes
remember our blades of grass
while I half-close the damp field of memorials
creaking on the burial of a resting place
that finds me kneeling, wailing, asking
how time can drown our adventures
much too soon...
as I stumble upon this cruel, bruised night.
Mark Toney's Contest: 2019 Poetry Marathon Mile 3'
Re-post 12/25/2018
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Poem Details | by
Elaine George |
Categories:
death, life,
One windy night upon my breast
I felt the kiss of winter’s breath
A breath that blew me into flight
Upon my breast one windy night
A leaf once green now bathed in red
With coat of spring and summer shed
True color bursting at the seams
Now bathed in red a leaf once green
Upon your breath I learned to fly
A flame of glory in the sky
Not knowing that the price was death
I learned to fly upon your breath
But all too soon I came and went
The seasons of my life were spent
A bud in spring that came to bloom
I came and went - but all too soon
Author: Elaine Cecelia George
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Poem Details | by
Lin Lane |
Categories:
bereavement,
She wept as they buried her one true love.
Each day thereafter she brought him a rose,
the flower she knew he was fondest of.
Her grief unbearable, beyond repose.
What pain and suffering his death bestows.
Nothing prevented her daily visit.
She didn't want him to feel all alone.
When beside him her face was exquisite.
When weary she would sigh and then lay prone,
weeping for her love in soft languished moan.
Originally written on 23rd of July 2016
Two Stanzas - English Quintain, 10 syllables per line
with a rhyme scheme of a-b-a-b-b
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Poem Details | by
Greta Robinson |
Categories:
death, sleep,
Shine as a source of endless light
whose rainbows of colour deter the night
where daydreams are gentle as doves in flight
and sleep the sleep of angels
Shine like a shower of soft moonbeams
Inhabit the sea of a thousand dreams
where laughter and love are timeless themes
and sleep the sleep of angels
Shine like the sun in a golden sky
On warm, sultry evenings, a fragrance, a sigh
an echo of summer as life passes by
and sleep the sleep of angels
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Poem Details | by
rob carmack |
Categories:
autumn, birth, death, life, nature, tree,
Painting sky before I was born,
Draping my grave in leaf and acorn.
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Contest: Crystalline
Sponsor: Rick Parise
11.22.14
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Poem Details | by
Lynn Marie |
Categories:
emotions, grief, introspection, loss, ocean, spiritual, uplifting,
with each crest of a wave
forming white crystal peaks
she weeps, inhales, let's go.
beneath a star studded vista
a resplendent guiding light
arms open, palms up, she is free.
the soothing sea winds
carrying away her grief and sorrow
hands posed in devotion, she smiles.
in a seascape of serenity
her baptism place of choice
she steps forward, her new beginning.
02-17-2017
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Poem Details | by
Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
autumn, death, summer,
In primrose twilight, summer is still near.
She whispers in my ear; I hear her in
the one lone owl that hoots to only me.
I wake to find her shining through the clouds -
though breathing not so warmly on my cheek.
I glimpse her waning smile as in a field
I dance to soundless music in her sun.
My mind goes wandering, and in the breeze
I hear her sigh, for she is lingering
within the scent of asters that I pluck.
I’m hanging on to that one glint I see
of her before me in gold glitter dusk.
But in the cries of geese across the sky,
she calls goodbye, and sweet is her demise.
Dec. 2, 2016
for the Blank Verse Poetry Contest of Janice Canerdy
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Poem Details | by
FJ Thomas |
Categories:
absence, appreciation, death, devotion, love, marriage, metaphor, moon, nature, spiritual, sun,
When Again We Meet
Softly he says, "should I die do not wait for me." She smiles,
"just as the moon exhales no light without first a breath from the sun,
without you I'd be in darkness; what is paradise without light."
04/17/2018
Sijo
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Poem Details | by
Frederic Parker |
Categories:
emotions, lost love,
The hollow eyes of love are never gone
They keep within the waves of trembled tears
From days so poor when love was looked upon
And one where the deepest pain adheres
They give my eyes of love such sad refrain
To think that love would ever be so cruel
And find it was illusion self-contain
When love so grand became so minuscule
To hold love once in dreamer's mind I've flown
And found the point of rest its final breath
To know I will forever be alone
Cry now as then for its eternal death
I found a love to hold and saw it die
Inside depth of darkest pain, I ask why
7/29/17
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Poem Details | by
Francine Roberts |
Categories:
baby, death, grief, sad,
Winnie the Pooh and Mickey Mouse
are painted on walls of green.
A maple crib stands in the corner.
It's a picture perfect scene.
There is only one thing missing
in this room so perfectly designed.
The baby was never to take a breath.
You have to wonder what God had in mind.
Winnie the Pooh and Mickey Mouse
live behind an ever closed door.
To look at the would-be parents
you couldn't tell who was grieving more.
Not all plans have happy endings;
some endings never seem to end.
How much sadness can two people take
before they break instead of bend.
Winnie the Pooh and Mickey Mouse
are painted on walls of green
in a room now shrouded in sadness
where no child will ever be seen.
~~~ 03/01/2013 ~~~
Francine Roberts
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Poem Details | by
Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
body, grief, pain,
When pain hits hard, you might feel like your soul
is bleeding out, but there’s no blood to see.
Your body is the part that takes the toll,
and physically you feel agony.
Perhaps the pain goes to your heart as though
a knife has sliced right through it, or you feel
it in your gut as if you took a blow.
No cut or bruise is shown, yet it is real!
When both the body and the spirit seem
to reach their limit, tears are overdue.
You have to let those tears go! Let them stream
and carry out the bitterness for you.
An empty tissue box becomes the sign
that soon, and hopefully, you will be fine.
Checked with howmanysyllables.com
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Poem Details | by
Robert Lindley |
Categories:
anxiety, dark, emotions, fate, grief, pain, sorrow,
Hope, A Little Remained
She walked the creaking floors of the rat-infested room,
trying to remember what tragedy had sent her to this shabby place.
Her heart felt the desperate pains, that lost love sends in aching waves,
praying her sleeping infant does not wake and cry out from its feverish thirst.
He paced the cold cell, languishing in deep misery, heart shattered,
each step an eternity echoing curses, a testament to his broken pride.
Although thousands of miles apart, he felt her loss, never-ending sorrows,
dawn would come, priest would take his last confession, yet Hope remained.
7-03-2018
For Silent One's, eight lines of fate, when you wonder if it is too late.
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Poem Details | by
JAN ALLISON |
Categories:
bereavement, heartbroken, missing you,
I know your spirit is finally free
when I scattered your ashes yesterday
Cancer has taken you away from me
solitude is now the price I must pay
When I scattered your ashes yesterday
I said adieu to the love of my life
Solitude is now the price I must pay
I’m now a widow, no longer a wife
I said adieu to the love of my life
I look to heaven and I question why
I’m left a widow, no longer a wife
as seagulls circle in bright azure sky
I look to heaven and I question why
cancer has taken you away from me
As seagulls circle in bright azure sky
I know your spirit is finally free
New Poems Only Contest
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
16 lines, 10 syllables per line
FICTION POEM WRITTEN FOR CONTEST
4/12/18
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Poem Details | by
Dale Gregory Cozart |
Categories:
autumn, death, truth,
I race for summer's setting sun
as crimson bleed the alder leaves
and still I run. And still I run.
My rival, time, is yet undone.
Past pyramids of flaxen sheaves
I race for summer's setting sun
across the low unbroken run.
Each cow out in the pasture grieves
and still I run. And still I run.
In late September’s crisp blazon
my heart to fragile hope now cleaves.
I race for summer's setting sun.
With slaughter of the calves begun
I fled from 'neath the killing eaves
and still I run. And still I run.
Our time on earth is under gun.
My burning chest now breathless heaves.
I race for summer's setting sun
and still I run. And still I run.*
*I expanded this from my triolet, “Setting Sun”.
10/24/17
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Poem Details | by
Silent One |
Categories:
angst, heartbreak, sad,
In the silence of sadness,
what will the winds bring tomorrow?
In the sadness of silence,
my soul sighs soft breaths of sorrow.
Where did those rainbows go,
reminiscing happier times?
Thunder brings further misery -
am I victim of my own crimes?
I must have betrayed the sun,
for it offers no sanctuary.
Moon refuses to shine in the darkness,
since when were you my adversary?
When there was love,
it never rained so violently.
Winds would come and go,
fading away so silently.
Mind drowns in a somber cesspit,
struggling to cope with your demons of pride.
I don't know what I've become,
since you left, I've died a little inside.
Simple Musing
Silent One
7 February 2019
Example for I died a little inside contest.
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