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autumn, beauty, death, french, funeral, leaving,
Lusting the passions of a secret desire
Unwinding the mystery of my needs
Funerals are for the future
Internment I ask be deferred
Timeless is my youth
Useless is my request
At seeking eternity or at least eternal rest
End of times may seem long away
Beauty we know fades, it will happen some day
So I dream of youthful moments
Isle graveyards were far away
Holy wars and loveless scores
That a soldier must endure
A desire for peace escapes this generation and more
External forces and internal woes
Death dances at my door
Dedicated to Sara Bernhardt, who slept in her coffin amongst all her love letters.
James Marshall Goff
Zeal uncontained, needing quarantine
Oscillating rigor mortis, feigned or real
Madness, the only description saleable
Both for actors and non actors alike
Invested in the runaway train consumers
Enjoy at the expense of real tragedy
Shuttered from public view, until it's not
angst, death, war
Grovel for blood, grovel for blood you bastards
Hunger for bodies of innocent children and flee
Amidst webs of mayhem you throw the world asunder
“Zionists we are, all so powerful, all so free!”
And again the injustice of war compels me
To speak in anger and utterly be
I am sorry fellow poets if harshness comes with words
But the news gives me not any joy, not any glee
For the people of Palestine are now in torture
And all I can do is watch Ghaza fall to become debris
angel, baby, bereavement, heaven, loss, love, mother daughter,
O-n this Easter day God took you up to heaven.
L-ong days and nights followed, especially for your mummy who misses you with an
I-tensity that only a mother can. A
V-acant hole in her heart, forever longing for you.
I-nvisible threads of love will always bind you together, you are mummy's
A-ngel, who is always with her.
Remembering my niece Olivia who left this world twenty two years ago, aged three months.
death, prayer, world,
"V"irus now controlling the world.
"I"n every home changes are coming.
"R"un to the store to get what you need.
"U"se peace not fear to escape the stress.
"S"un rises, sun sets with more deaths each day.
Date Written: 3/13/2020
death, future, home, loss, war,
W eeping fills the hangar as his casket is brought out,
E mbraced by Old Glory's colors, a fitting soldier's shroud.
L oved one's hearts are shattered, future hopes, dreams are crushed;
C omrades in arms salute him, adding a bittersweet touch.
O verwhelming grief consumes those left behind,
M eaningless words, platitudes spoken to be kind.
E arnest tales of bravery told of him who died.
H eavy with emotion, a nation shares regrets,
O ffering condolences to those who won't forget.
M any a brave soldier has been welcomed home this way.
E nding future ventures, they've come home to stay.
Entered in Susan Burch's Little Viewed Jewels contest.
death, faith, family, inspirational, life, loss, mother, sad, uplifting, visionaryme,
Mountains crumble no more to be
Oceans of woe since you left me
Thunder rolls and my heart it breaks
Humbly life ends, my soul it quakes
Everlasting grief with no mend
Reminds me daily, it will not bend
Inconceivable, this pain I bear
My love's not gone, together we'll share
In lasting glory at Jesus' feet
Serenity and grace, oh how sweet
Salvation unites on heaven's shore
Yesterday's gone, tomorrow brings more
Only a moment in time we wait
Until we meet at heaven's gate
Pauly Plaster J.R.
art, death, evil,
The flood of human remains plummeting downwards. Horizon blackened, jolted from the sky. Towering waves of obscure aftermath swarm to the heavens. With a slight endeavor, kingdoms turn to squander.
Ravaging paths meet and become hordes of ailment. God’s hand has erected the retched bowels of man’s mass burials.
An avalanche of skulls,
Rain down the exhumed past of lost ancestry. Prophecies fulfilled to our graves of dispersed dead.
Almost all of us will face -at one time or another -
Dire circumstances dragging us into a deluge of misery.
Eluding woe is not an easy thing to do.
Less so for those quite disabled or born into extreme poverty.
Unless we are unusually lucky,
Grief will come and often as a gush engulfing us.
Enduring pain is mankind’s destiny.
Curtailing pain and sorrow, however, is
Our ultimate boon.
Multitudes of us each day see misfortune come our way.
Entirely expelling it is not God’s plan.
Surviving well, with faith and positivity, we learn empathy; we grow!
Written Sept. 1, 2016
Entered now for Brian Strand's 'COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE (9)any form any theme' Poetry Contest
Holy God above
Is it time
My time then
I ask so gently
Do not take me
I am not ready
Ease me into it
angst, death, loss,
She's fighting a silent battle within.
No one notices, no one cares.
She wants it to end, but not knowing how.
The torment is so strong.
In her mind she wants to die.
No matter how hard she tries.
She cant fight no longer,
Tears will flow but she will know,
it will get better with her gone.
anxiety, bereavement, depression, desire, love hurts, lust, prison,
Wishes are never horses, making beggars be less cheerful
Increased interest to the unreachable despite being careful
Subjects, condemns and stimulates one to be less grateful
The moment shortens the stretched hands and makes nothing wonderful
Feelings fiercely negative, make the coveted powerful
Unidirectional is the attempt which feels unlawful
Loving someone who will never love back, shows life is half full
heart, loneliness, lonely, suicide,
Dash dot dot (D)
my heart pours out into a puddle of sludge
its been overused
the last thing I remember is you all
shooting your words like bullets
I took the pills one by one
for your satisfaction. to numb the pain.
Dot dash (A)
Crazy how when my lifes on line
your my friend
when you said it was all for pity
I was blinded by love
far out of my parents reach
they called me
the police called
Dot dot dot dot (H)
I was found
taken to hospital
pumped with medication
all because of you
dash dot dot (D)
Dot dash (A)
dot dot dot dot (H)
The thing I almost faced that night
John G. Lawless
Intentions always good
Lost causes are his nemesis
Loyalty his strength
Gauche socially to say the least
Egomaniac~ there’s one in every village
posted on March 12, 2020
10th grade, 11th grade, 12th grade, age, death, faith, how i feel,
Getting old I view death differently,
Recalling both the good days and the bad.
Eventually, everyone will die
And death should be as momentous as birth
Tomorrow's sunrise grieves today's sunset.
Escaping the confines of the body
Souls seek out higher planes of existence.
Christ faced death before He was resurrected
And through death, we’ll gain life everlasting.
Ponder the worth of a world without death
Eternity would be boringly long.
Black Eyed Susan
She was only three years old
When she was sold, forced to
Enter a world of slavery,
Amongst other children laboring,
To glue on buttons or “flair,” to
Sew pockets on shirts she’ll never wear, or
Hats she’ll never own, a clothing drone - for them,
Orders of greedy Americans, who
Pay pennies for her hands.
Sumei liked to feel the cloth move
Under her fingers, the smooth
Material against her face, to
Envision a world of beauty in lace,
Instead of her dirty working space.
Dreams of another life, of somehow
Escaping slowly trickled away, cowed by
Angry men, for quotas she couldn’t meet. So beat
Dead, age thirteen.
Received 1st place in "Something Worth Fighting For" contest
dark, depression, fear, grief, pain, people, sad, slam, social, sorrow, sorry, stress,
Could I not see such ugly drawn out choices.
Hollow I feel such nothing for people it is fear that feeds me.
Alone in this forsaken world with nothing to accept.
Order is such pain that it is nothing but chains.
Souls that bare nothing but lost cause to confusion is such utter mistakes.
Lonely with her illness but eyes full of care and passion
Until I could find a way to help you through the day
Cause this is heaven where you can always find a way
I'm thinking of you - I will remember you, be certain of that
Let's hope we're meeting again at the pearly gates
Lucilla catch the wind, and ride in on the white clouds
A rose so beautiful, I wish you have found your savior
Thank you for letting me be your friend Lucilla
A-L Andresen :)
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adventure, angst, autumn, business, confusion, dark, dedication, depression, fear, grief, growing up, happiness, happy, hate, health, home, hope, humorous, imagination, inspirational, introspection, journey, life, lonely, loss, lost, love, on work and working, pain, parody, people, relationship, retirement, sad, satire, school, social, stress, success, sympathy, time, work,
P aranoia permeates, etching itself into your fractured face,
A cacophony of constant pressure; life remains a stressful race,
N othing to hope for, no positives like promotion in the workplace,
I nability to love, relationships lift anchor and set sail without chase,
C hildren crushing dreams under mortgages; age grows with disgrace
death, husband, loss
H is breath was growing shallow, as the
E vening sun dipped behind the clouds
A ugmenting the shadows cast around the
R oom where she kept her solitary vigil
M inute by minute, death’s spectre crept
E ver forward, ready to stake his claim
O ffended by death’s effrontery, she
L owered her head in prayer,
O nly a miracle could save him now;
R esolutely she prayed, but to no avail
D eath moved too fast, and stole her love away.
For the 'What's my Theme' competition - Theme 'A Prayer'
beautiful, beauty, courage, death, dedication, devotion, easter, education, faith, family, children, forgiveness, freedom, friendship, god, happiness, happy, health, hope, inspirational, introspection, jesus, journey, life, love, passion, peace, people, philosophy, relationship, social, spiritual, teacher, tribute, uplifting,
Judas betrayed Jesus’s whereabouts
End, was near
Son of God, knew this
Universe of the Son of the Divine Father, restored
Sins of man forgiven, Prince of our Universal domain, alive in the hearts of his children
depression, faith, grave, hope, humanity, love, pain, people, places, religious,
Long arms of tender compassion
Oneness of embittered Humanity
Visceral faith was your salvation
Encompassing all vain materialism
Lenitive of the corporal punishment
Illuminating a hope encrypted in a
Necropolis of suppressed ideas
Extruding life from deep darkness
Seeping rain from saturated soil
Sedative of every entombed soul
Ernesto P. Santiago
family, life, love, nature, seasons, social, sympathy, me,
The majestic, strong-willed beauty I hardly know
Hued in perfection of limpid white, pink and yellow
Ever steady and loyal to the rich soil I’ve never sow
Rendering sweet bloom, even if, my summer waned
Alive always at the onset of rain…of sorrow and pain
At the lowest ebb of life, a smile, from you I truly gain
Nurturing in silence the swollen heart, again and again
Lovely charm of floral trumpet shaped lives, without me
In a tiny pot, but never raise a hue and cry, for me to see
Lonesome solitude, besetting her when cold winters pee
Yet, she keeps and maintains a rare elegance, just for me
beauty, bereavement, death, dedication, music,
Dedicated to Natalie Cole
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