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Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: body, grief, pain,

An Empty Tissue Box

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

Poem Details | by Nina Parmenter |
Categories: body, death, humor, humorous,


I heard the squelch of death again -
or was it just a neuron firing
deep within my boggy brain,

or possibly a cell expiring
down amongst a mucus mess?
It could have been my heart perspiring

(that may be a thing I guess),
or, deep down in the adipose,
the squealing of a fat-lump pressed

to serve as fuel, and I suppose
it might have been a small mutation -
“Pop!” (we get a lot of those),

a bronchiole’s sharp inhalation,
“Hiss!” a membrane’s gooey breath,
a bile-duct’s bitter salivation...

Probably, it wasn’t death.

29 Mar 2019

Poem Details | by Red Fiery |
Categories: social, sympathy, body,


I do not belong to your affluent society,

nor do I live at your mercy

A victim of social circumstances.

You sell your art and I bank on my flesh.

No body likes to  be  called by my name

for I am not a part of your fame..

yet you will sleep with me at night,

smelling my flesh gives u delight !

Don't you throw away your pounds!

Instead ,get some bones for your hounds !

I spit on the way this  society refutes

For no body is a born prostitute !

Smriti Jha aka Redfiery

Poem Details | by Gary Bateman |
Categories: allegory, body, change, death, heaven, imagery, spiritual,


Marks the end of life—
Transformation now begins.
The soul exits the Earth’s plane . . . 
	     A new journey’s underway . . . 
Heaven’s the destination!

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, 
Schoeningen, Germany (November 12, 2014)
(Tanka poetic format)

Poem Details | by Verlena S. Walker |
Categories: age, angst, bereavement, body, change, crazy, stress,

PrEmAtUrE aGiNg

pReMaTuRe AgInG
an older woman and a younger man are a trix in between because as his love blooms he sees himself aging. _________________________|
penned on august 31, 2014!

Poem Details | by mary youkhana |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, best friend, betrayal, body, care, creation, cry, dark, emotions, feelings, happiness, happy, heart, how i feel, joy, life, lonely, missing you, star, sun, sympathy, teen,

we are stars

people are like stars,
some are younger,
some are older,
some are brighter,
some are darker,
some are bigger,
some are smaller,
but in the end we are all the same.
all together.
shining bright with our personality.
dont care about what other people think.
its their own opinion.
be unique,be you.
you are who you are, and who you are is all their gonna get.
so shine like a star!!!

Poem Details | by Allison Carver |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, body, death, society,


	They say beauty is on the inside
	But even the Nobelist of people
	have wicked secrets.
	So who really is beautiful?
	No one.
	Beauty is a man made idea
	So society can value one person
	above the other.
	Since there is no real beauty
	There's no ugliness either.
	Just pretentious people,
	Spending their entire lives trying
	to prove their better then everybody else.
	We all do it.
	We are human after all.
	We try so hard to be different
	But we all end the same way

Poem Details | by Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen |
Categories: death, depression, lifedeath, body, death,



Just before death came a spinning swirl.
Lifeless body on the table lain. 
Lost in a world where hatreds whirl.
Just before death came a spinning swirl.
What a pity; she is a beautiful girl. 
Tears falling down like torrential rain. 
Just before death came a spinning swirl.
Lifeless body on the table lain. 

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
     January 7, 2010
    Poetic Form: Triolet

Suicide is deadly.  Do not choose death.  Choose LIFE.  Call the National Suicide Prevention 
Hotline @ 1-800-273-8255.

Poem Details | by MICHAEL MALONE |
Categories: confusion, death, faith, father, forgiveness, life, loss, love, body,

life in america

in            her heart i n her body she froze  mevmerize by the  time that she had to 
into her body man that dude

Poem Details | by M. L. Kiser |
Categories: body, death, freedom, image, metaphor, snow, spiritual,


Watching a snow flake Melting on my hand I see Transformation like That of human souls freed from The hindrance of mortal flesh

Poem Details | by Wren Rushing |
Categories: death,

Out Of Body

Trapped in a prison of flesh and of bone, 
limited by the rules of time and space. 
I dream of a day when all will be known, 
of this unseen and mysterious place. 

Leaping across time to permanent bliss, 
watching my body sit ever so still. 
Staying moored to earth, this chance would I miss,
to be set free from this life's bitter pill.

Leaving the ground and floating above it all, 
waving bye to my cares and tomorrows.
Answering whispers of the quiet call,
forget yesterday and all its sorrows. 

To finally sever the silver cord,
is to travel the light to golden shores.


Poem Details | by Constance La France |
Categories: grief,

my body still moves

my mind is frozen in moments your last breath I keep _____________________________ June 22, 2018 Poetry/Free Verse/my body still moves Copyright Protected, ID 18-1034-125-01 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym. Written for the contest Magicada 13, Body and Mind sponsor, Maureen McGreavy First Place

Poem Details | by Susan Jeavons |
Categories: age, angst, body, death, depression, emotions, nostalgia,

Secrets of Aging

Secrets of Aging

When we age, no one tells us 
how our bodies will change.
No one tells us how our minds 
will be full of fog and useless content.

When we age, no one tells us
How to deal with the death of loved ones.
No one tells us how to cope with moving
Out of a home we had expected to die in.

When we age, no one tells us 
How emotional we will become
Just looking at a pair of old boots
Or a child’s tiny baby shoes.

When we age, no one tells us 
How much we will miss the feeling
Of being young and invincible
And in love with the manner of living…

Poem Details | by brittney lopez |
Categories: absence, abuse, addiction, adventure, age, allegory, america, angel, angst, animal, anniversary, april, art, august, autumn, baby, baptism, baseball, basketball, beach, beautiful, beauty, bereavement, best friend, betrayal, bible, bird, birth, birthday, black african american, body, books, boyfriend, car, celebration, childhood, children, city, class, computer, conflict, dad, emotions,

This is me

My knees were the things that 
kept me up and my skin is my 
cutting board my eyes are the 
rain clouds to the fire running 
down my arms and my heart is 
the fire place that keeps me 
burning so calm

Poem Details | by Lori Freund |
Categories: body, cry, death,

Dear Cancer

Dear Cancer
You are the fate many fear
You tend to bring nothing but tears
There is something for you to know
The end is here time for you to go
The families hold and love
Your victims that go above
There isn't much else we can do
But watch the them suffer by you
The time is here for you to go
Don't hesitate we will steal the show
The destiny is ours to take
The fate will be ours to make
The day of victory has came
You have been put to shame
We have won so now go away
There is nothing more for you to say

Poem Details | by Gillian Brown |
Categories: abuse, addiction, age, angst, body, bullying, conflict, courage, death, dedication, depression, desire, discrimination, freedom, high school, life, lonely, pain, time, truth, world,


Broken,beaten,blind and lost
All but a spark of hope left to keep warm
But dig and claw on bruised muscles, on broken limbs
Until the light day fills your sight
Left blinded no more
Until the soft fresh air blows the spark to a flame and ignites your will
Until the ground beneath is solid enough to stand
Walk,until the pain is mastered and stumbling ceases.
And you can say:
This will not be my grave.

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 Manar Ammar |
Categories: birth, body, death, identity, memory, racism,

skin is mortal

If my nostrils were bigger
My inhales would last forever
I can breath. 
Firstly. Profoundly. deeply 
Fill my atom with Suns

A glittering flowing breath
fly elaborately to Cairo
Sit on a nightly spot 
Warming the center of the world 

close the book
let dust manifest 
Why do we insist on coming back
If we hate it here so much
Why do we come to life 

The skin enveloping you
Is no match for the windy state 
Skin up my child
Reach out and fortify 

When they tried to kill 'your people'
They killed all peoples 
Death have no skin 
Skin is mortal

Poem Details | by Florence McMillian |
Categories: death, inspirational, body,

The Gift of A Body

Each soul is gifted, With an individual body at birth, To travel through the lessons of life, That we learn on this earth. Every body is unique, With their own special style, Creating lasting memories, With family, friends and smiles. As it is only knowledge, One can take with them, When their time on earth, Has come to an end. One special gift after death, Of knowledge for future generations, Is the gift of willing the body, For scientific research and medical education. To give thanks and gratitude, Is much more than words can say, To participants of the Willed-Body Program, For their precious gift that is given away. Florence McMillian (Flo)

Poem Details | by Darlene Gifford |
Categories: body, death, god, heaven,

Beyond The Sunset

Whoosh! Like a gust of wind uplifting me,
there's no sad sunset that I see.
Above earth, I'm rising and flying free!

Just for a moment there, the lights flickered out.
But now, bright dazzling sunlight and colors
scatter and flash all over, around and about.

Like a big billowing balloon, I rise and I soar,
floating above earth, and out of life's door.
Up, up, past the clouds, where my loved ones are.
Angels surround me, and heaven's not far.

If this is a dream, don't wake me up, please,
because back into my body would be an impossible squeeze.

This flight I am taking with God holding my hand,
is but a short breath, before I hear heavens welcoming band.

Poem Details | by Miche Ulman |
Categories: abuse, addiction, anger, betrayal, body, bullying, childhood, cry, dad, dark, death, depression, eulogy, evil, family, farewell, father, fear, feelings, grave, grief, growing up, hate, heartbroken, horror, house, jealousy, loneliness, loss, lost, me, murder, mystery, night, pain, parents, sad, sin, smile, society, sorrow, stress, suicide,

Family Matters

In the attic, above wooden floor,
through the hallway of psychotic, locks upon my door,
near the broken window and glass of the sore,
hiding in the shadows,
bloodstains on the wall.

 Number nine,
house at the end of the street,
where lights are low,
where silent never sleep.

Poem Details | by TAMMY REAMS |
Categories: age, anger, betrayal, body, death, heartbroken, hurt,

Rage with Age

My legs are weak
I can not speak

My eyes are glazed
my soul is waste

My hair is gone
it was so blond

I feel the cold
it's in my bones

My mind is lost
I do not trust

My child won't show
for this I know

My rage is strong
it's been to long

Please let me go
so I may sow

In death I'm free
this I plea

2/27/205  T Reams                 7th Place        

Poem Details | by Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu |
Categories: absence, adventure, body, death, introspection, wisdom,


Into oblivion every soul drifts,
Unaware of the world beyond.
Friends and foes forgotten...
Wealth and poverty left behind.
All facades of real substance.   

   Living it all,some say
But only one life all have.
Sow and reap others say
We all indebted to life.

   Search for knowledge and wisdom ceases....
True wisdom lies with those gone beyond,
These are the grateful dead who knows vanity uopn vanity they say begets vanity.

  Beauty for ashes,one loses all;for a time we exist,in another we exit
For the grateful were us.

Poem Details | by Gorlum Gorlum |
Categories: body, crazy, death, health, heart,

Cardiac dysrhythmia

I am as sick as sinus syndrome
At times as lively as V-fib
Accelerated, polymorphic…
Another temporary blip

then Mobitz II attacks.. times slows
it creeps by like prolonged QT
complete heart block would likely follow..
screw that, I’m back to SVT

It never stops, it’s pretty hopeless
I’m  getting sicker day-by-day
No chance for cure, time to go
Time to succumb to PEA

Poem Details | by Bj Fard |
Categories: absence, abuse, addiction, adventure, age, allah, america, analogy, angel, anger, angst, animal, anniversary, art, baptism, beach, beautiful, beauty, betrayal, bible, birth, blue, boat, body, bullying, cancer, care, celebration, celebrity, change, character, christian, conflict, confusion, corruption, crazy, dad, day, death, depression, desire, devotion, dream, earth, emotions, eulogy, evil, farewell, fear, funeral, god, grave,

Never So Gracious

A full moon night to my delight what is so wrong with doing what's right nothing is right after so long no use in complaining time to move on The Dream Water one day might take me away farther from the comfort of familiarity I float on my back then shut my eyes my body now sinking into ocean arms open wide Now swallow your son back to his nature when he is no longer needed to stay here the next generation are dooming themselves they need my experience to guide them through hell Why should I bother on my own, I strive through I turn my back on the thought of bothering to save you alone in this world my, is it spacious I'm finally smiling, never so gracious.