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Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: angst, destiny, introspection, pain, philosophy, poetry, september,

Shadow of Death

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


Poem Details | by Silent One |
Categories: angst, death, father son,

Submerged in Shallow Streams

Shimmering silhouettes haunt.

Shadow stands still, 
observing his soul drift towards 
the tree of melancholy.

Its morbid image stands silent,
but screams inside the mind.

I could write a million pensive poems,
yet the pen could never express,
how emotions remain unexplained,
because suppressed silent theories
and words left unspoken mean 
regretful raindrops fall to the 
rhythm of each somber sigh.

Tears create shallow streams,
but still we remain submerged.

Eight years on and I wonder, 
if we will stay here forever.

Simple Musing
Silent One
18 November 2018

Poem Details | by Leo Larry Amadore |
Categories: angst, childhood, death, depression, family, father, hope, introspection, life, loss, nostalgia,

Things That Seemed Poetic

Things that seemed poetic were always sad,
though I yearned for sparkle
and my dad's guffaw, which never came.
Familiar things were always drear --
repeated motions in the same old game.
There were only distant glimpses
of budding spring, fleeting views
of daffodils. The strongest
poems dealt me death and dying.
Yet I always hoped, never went under
to gray despair, always dreaming
of a garden of love we could share.
But those forbidden delights faded
quickly away; the only reality
I understand is the ever-looming
and final one. Nothing's changed.
The strongest poems deal death 
and dying.


Poem Details | by Etienne Lariviere |
Categories: allah, angel, angst, bereavement, freedom, funeral,

Je suis Charlie

Translation below (in progress)


Celui qui n'a pas de cœur
Ne doit jamais reposer en paix

He who has no heart
Will never rest in peace


J’étais Charlie

De ma tombe
Mon âme pleure encore rouge
L’encre coule encore
Arrosage des fleurs ci-dessus
Les fleurs, fortes et belles
Elles doivent étouffer vos manières diaboliques
J'étais Charlie, je suis Charlie, Charlie toujours
Dans ma tombe
je ris
vous perdez

I was Charlie

In my tomb
my soul still cries red
the ink still flows
Above the flowers grow
the flowers strong and beautiful
they shall choke your evil ways
I was Charlie, I am Charlie, Charlie forever
In my grave
I laugh
You lose





Poem Details | by Emile Pinet |
Categories: 10th grade, angst, anxiety, death, emotions, feelings, grief,

Fueled By Love



Grief hides pain
behind a veil
of anger, rage, and disbelief.
And yet, it consumes
your every moment
and every thought.
Inside, you want to lash out
at the world,
viciously,
violently,
anything,
to send the hurt back!
Grief clings to death
and in so doing,
devastates the living.
Your world shrinks
to memories,
reflected in pools of tears.
And life loses its spark,
for the part of you, you’re missing,
has left a hole in your heart.
Time is but a concept
of the mind,
as flimsy as a thought
it has no power over pain.
And yet, there is something
stronger than time
that can numb pain, 
and that is hope... fueled by love.


(Free Verse)


10-30-2020

Poem Details | by Emile Pinet |
Categories: 9th grade, angst, anxiety, death, i love you, i miss you, imagery,

A Little Too Quiet



It's a little too quiet now, I can't hear the love in her voice. And yet, the sound of her laughter is oft overheard in my dreams. Since she died and went to heaven it's a little too quiet now. And all that I took for granted, morphed into precious memories. Her gentle goodbye broke my heart and I could hear me screaming no. It's a little too quiet now, and the silence is deafening. I pray to a merciful God to keep her alive in my thoughts. Her heartbeat was my symphony, it's a little too quiet now. (Quatern) 08/23/2020 Song I – Cold – Quiet Now Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Rob Carmack

Poem Details | by Nina Hernandez |
Categories: angst, daughter, death, depression, devotion, family, fantasy, imagination, love, mother, sad, dark, dark, rose,

The Rose

Once bloomed a rose so young and fair
With dark brown eyes and long black hair

Beside her be a tall dark tree
Whose branches stretch to smother thee

Too close beside the shadowy bark
That soon begins to leave its mark

She cries for help, but none shall hear
Her thorns too sharp, who’d dare go near?

To save this rose, who’d risk their life?
With naught to gain but pain and strife

Alone, afraid, she lays to rest
Her heart beats low inside her chest

And with the hour growing near
She sheds her final grieving tear

And so the rose soon falls asunder
Her final day, eternal slumber

She lies beside the old dark tree
The only one who mourns for thee

Poem Details | by Poet Destroyer A |
Categories: abuse, anger, angst, death, me,

MURDERED

   ~he murdered me~

I was only 21 years old
Here I lay, beyond the cold

I  granted him, the best of me
Praying for his love endlessly

I never listened to anybody's advice
Only to my husband and his lies

He bore a bad habit of beating me
No matter, his love was all I could see
 
On my last day, he took me by surprise
Now everyone around me cries

It's too late to tell all my loved ones good-bye
Or, even understand the reason why?

Today I'm in a place where he can't touch me
In a box called a coffin, only I can see

While you stay and rot behind in jail
God did and took me away from your hell

:)

Poem Details | by Charles Fuller |
Categories: angst, death, introspection, life,

Abrading Volley

Rainfall washing
Light splashes on windowpane…

Leaving nothing behind
No pattern or trace…

If only those tears
Anguishly wept for you…

Upon your deathbed
Had washed away…

Cleansing the pain
That even now abrades my spirit…

Poem Details | by Deb Adams |
Categories: angst, conflict, environment, grief, pain, pollution, senses,

What Is That Taste In My Mouth

No warning.
BOOM!

The taste spread swiftly
around the room.

Eyes scour.
They pinpoint the doom.

A little old lady
Who's big on perfume.

Poem Details | by Juli- Michelle |
Categories: absence, addiction, allusion, angst, beauty, grief,

The Rose Ghost

Shadows dance behind her silver eyes
The ghost of her beauty struggling to show
A crimson rose amid the rage of thorns
Seemingly pure like the white of snow

Such a stupor of silence hangs above her
But it loses the battle in her mind
The silver key trembling in her ghostly finger
Attempting to lock up the heart inside

Never meant to be open, delicately curled
Her petals shouldn't seem foreign anymore
So she dances, silencing the screaming thorns
Leaving the key, now crimson, on the floor

Poem Details | by Mary Nagy |
Categories: angst, childhood, confusion, daughter, loss, mother, sad, me,

She Died Right There Before Me

To me, she could've said anything
I wanted so badly to hear her say,
"I love you and I'm gonna try."
But all she said is "I just can't stay."
She looked away, I stared her down.
I needed to see her eyes.
She looked at me and that's when I knew...
THIS IS THE DAY MY MOTHER DIES.
She died right there before me.
I watched her fade away.
Her eyes were glossing over
as I begged her "PLEASE, JUST STAY!"
She said goodbye and drove away.
I've learned to deal with loss.
But, now she says "I'm coming back!"
She doesn't know the cost.
To me she's dead, she can't come back.
She'll have to remember the day
that she died right there before me
when she said she couldn't stay.

Poem Details | by Emile Pinet |
Categories: 10th grade, angst, anxiety, death, horror, imagery, war,

A Putrid Expanding Abyss


I can smell the coppery scent of blood and the stench of death, excrement and piss. A soldier lies dead, his face in the mud, I never believed war would look like this. My mind’s gone numb, I cannot shed a tear I can't change reality, so why try. For there's nothing left within me but fear the more I live, the more I want to die. I fear the killing will never be done God has left my heart, and abandoned me. For I fight a war that cannot be won and seen more than I ever wished to see. War is a putrid expanding abyss where simply surviving can seem like bliss. (Sonnet) Jan. 1, 2019 War Sonnet Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Mark Massey

Poem Details | by Jonathon Casteel |
Categories: angst, confusion, death, life, sad, people, people,

The thoughts of a bi-polar

Who am I and what am I to say?,
All I've got to do is play,
Along in a game I don't understand,
Make people come to my land,
A deal that you don't think about,
Something thats going to start out,
A trend that will last for years,
Making people come to tears,
Arguing points that don't get across,
Having to deal with a great loss,
This is my life and these are my words,
Circling around like I'm in herds,
Playing games with my head,
Maybe I would be better off dead.

Poem Details | by Judith Angell Meyer |
Categories: angst, death, sister,

Homeward

Her journey begins.
Moving through soft veils and mists,
Pilgrimage homeward.

Poem Details | by Brandon Basson |
Categories: angst, death, forgiveness, peace, sad, sorry,

Last breath

Please forgive me
for i know not what i do

Poem Details | by JSLambert Mister ROBOTO |
Categories: angst, brother, confusion, family, father, forgiveness, friendship, funeral, health, hope, life, loss, lost love, love, religion, sad, social, teen, urban, visionary,

blood transfusion


Poem Details | by Vincent Rossi |
Categories: angst, death, depression, fear, history, life, loss, nature, people, sad, slam, time, war,

Agree to Disagree

                                               
                                               Mankind's greatest
                                                 accomplishment...
                                                       
                                                      

                                                      is death.

Poem Details | by Stefan Cote |
Categories: anger, angst, anxiety, confusion, crazy, creation, deep, depression, devotion, drink, emotions, fear, feelings, freedom, goodbye, grief, health, hip hop, how i feel, imagery, journey, loneliness, me, meaningful, mental illness, metaphor, poems, poetry, psychological, rap, recovery from, scary, senses, today,

Not another day


Impulsive or compulsive

Either way it's not conducive

Living with this disorder

Can't be good for my liver

Obsessions, when do they stop?

Compulsions, when do I stop?

Let me illustrate and reiterate

My demons make me infuriated

To the point, man, I really want to escape this

Live everyday like your last?

These hours go by fast

Trying to obliterate every ounce of the past

Always with the imagery and self coping insanity

That broke me and continues to break me.

Another day, no not another day

I just got out, please let me stay away.

Poem Details | by harry horsman |
Categories: angst, death of a friend,

Last Flight

Squadron leader to his Sergeant.

Another fatality Felicity,
another regimental letter of commiseration,
another space to type in with a name a rank
another space to enter our lives,
on this the darkest of days.
He was my friend Felicity,
an old school chum; we joined up together
for the cause; for dear old Blighty
naively for the thrill.
Here, the earring he wore around his neck
soon to be reunited with the one
his sweetheart holds most dear,
her tatty old airline ticket, also soon to be reunited
with his the one she holds, a memento
of their first meeting on a flight to Paris ‘38’.
Sergeant! Empty your ashtray it’s disgusting.

© Harry J Horsman  2014




Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: anger, angst, dark, death, obituary, pain,

Line in the Sand

Obama drew his mighty line in the sand
Dare ye not to cross me

Assad replied in kind
Gassing thousands and laughing

A little Syrian boy has drowned
Siblings to weak to cross that mighty line

Salvation was the evasive dream
Father shall never escape the nightmares

Poem Details | by J.W. Earnings |
Categories: adventure, angst, childhood, confusion, fantasy, hope, imagination, mystery, passion, science fiction, sympathy, uplifting, visionary, me, me,

Ribcage

Split apart your ribcage,
Open up the corridor, and let me come in
Uneasiness instantly strikes through me
Let me sway away...
Let me flutter away...
Like a butterfly out of its cocoon 
I'm trapped!Let me depart

Split apart your ribcage,
Unwrap me, let me go!
Believe me...reflect on me
Let me sway away...flutter away
Let us both seek the sun,
So we can grow together once more

Poem Details | by Brenda Meier-Hans |
Categories: anger, angst, bereavement, death, death of a friend, funeral, goodbye,

I Cannot Look

I cannot look I will not look 
That’s not you inside

Jaws of life are roaring
Trying to cut you free
Crimson are the car seats
Tears are all I see 

I cannot look I will not look 
That’s not you inside

That body in the white bed
With tubes all hanging out
We all just stand in horror
While doctors run about

I cannot look, I will not look
That’s not you inside

I’ve already seen the bandage 
Wrapped around your head
I will not look inside the box
Now your eternal bed

I can’t look I will not look 
That’s not you inside

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
09.23.2014
Contest: The Poet III 
Gautami Phookan

Poem Details | by Anthony Nutter |
Categories: angst, death, imagination

Buried

Buried
A.W. Nutter

Eyes wide open no light can I see
Darkness completely enveloping me
Movements constrained unable to rise
Is this a dream have I met my demise

My hands perform limited exploring
Tears flow freely as I begin screaming
My hope of escape begin to plummet
Realizing I’m locked inside a casket

Suddenly I hear a very familiar voice
Be quiet darling this was my only choice
 Leaving me alone when I loved you so much
I’d never let another woman feel your touch

Keeping you near under six feet of dirt
Is the only way I could ever find comfort
My life is over, the way I meet my death
Hearing her laughter as I take my last breath

Poem Details | by farah chamma |
Categories: angst, death, war

Ghaza

 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