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Poem Details | by Keith O.J. Hunt |
Categories: death, friend,

Mist on the Barrows

***Dedicated to a wise old man 
I once knew***
-----" There is no such thing
        as death..." 
                  ------ an old friend 

'O desolate wasteland,
filled not with flowery rushes,
threshing green fields silted,
earthy and ether months;
there can be no solstice,
no progress ----
where the tides are naught

The barrows long for life,
the painter's easel and stroke;
yet not even rainbow shadow
could colors so evoke,
life into thy nostrils -----
English barrow grave;
the dead are not there.....
Saxon King no more.....

Though they are not gone,
for very long;
our hearts be all we have,
among memories,
tides, and song

So do they hearken

Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: art, bereavement, death, longing, magic,

Mega Death

All my friends have..... gone
Underground ....... they rest at my bare feet
Leaves blowing sequestered on this barren earth
Grey skies melodies of wistful sad notes
Lovers too... have died on me
.....underground they lie
The heart is a terrible cavern of loss
Alone, I amble to and fro
Knowing full well
I too have died
Infinite is
My judgment soon to arrive ............underground

Poem Details | by Darrell Hoover |
Categories: angst, death, imagination, time, me,

The Vultures

The vultures are waiting for the night.... Waiting for the sun to die...
They will find me in my darkest hour and pick my bones dry...
I rock in my painted corner, humming a little song...
I dwell on my disease, the one I've dwelled on for too long...
My castle has grown smaller as I lie awake in wait...
My dreams have become fewer, as ever closer comes my fate...
Now's the time for prayer, as the tears fall from my eyes...
They look at me and squawk, as they plummet from the skies... 

Poem Details | by Darlene Smith |
Categories: grief, native american, romance,

Dream Visit

The Dream Visit 

It is in the shadows of the night;
When the moon is awake.
That you come into sight;
And offer me your hand to take.

In the stillness of the eve;
My heart beckons across the divide.
All I need do is to believe;
Once more you are alive.

And as it slowly begins to rain;
I embrace you friend once more.
Your gentle voice calls my name;
We are one as was before.

Your nightly visits within my dreams;
Keep me walking in a good way.
To hold you forever in high esteem;
I dare not ask you to stay.

I awaken and you are gone;
And though my eyes fill with tears.
My path in life leads me home;
Each step drawls us near.

By: Darlene Doll Smith

Poem Details | by Darrell Hoover |
Categories: death,

Cursed be the Night

Cursed be the night... O' bloody night...
Thy face is cold and dead...
Thy eyes are of blackness, and thy cape wicked....
And the world is thy bed...
Thou sleepest during the day and cause death 
in the dark...
The fire that consumed her was caused by thy breath...
Within it, a single spark...
So I curse thee, o' dreadful night... 
I curse thee til the mornings' sweet light...

Poem Details | by Keith O.J. Hunt |
Categories: death, life, mystery,

Voyage of Self Discovery

We are born ---
  we live, we die;
  and in between we gaze the aftermath of the gods...
  and the great shining stars at night ---
  with greater grip in old age than fleeting youth;

More fiercely we cling to ebbing mortality,
  as if there is more in elder years,
  and as a fledgling we only know a rising sun;
  for it never sets in first-time life,
  whilst excitement drifts like snow in later years,
  its coming appreciated all the more,
  like the end of a mystery movie nearing...
Was it good? ---
   or was it bad?

Will we ever see the credits?

***Meditations on Mortality***

Poem Details | by kristin gregoire |
Categories: childhood, confusion, death, dedication, depression, devotion, faith, fear, friendship, funeral, girlfriend-boyfriend, lost love, love,

Only Death Can Tear Us Apart

Your always in my heart & head,
 I still can't believe ur dead. We may
be miles & miles apart 
but I feel ur still close because I keep you 
always in my heart, 
Death was the only thing that could ever
keep us apart.

Poem Details | by Darlene Smith |
Categories: death, faith, family, grandmother, native american, spiritual,



It has been years since you've been gone;
Yet I hear your voice say "Carry On".
I repeat to myself your name out loud;
I hear you say " Child, you make me proud".
I sing a song in your praise;
You echo back "You've kept my ways".
I say a prayer of peace for you;
A single feather confirms you knew.
Grandmother, I shalll visit you again;
"A'Ho my child" rang in the wind.
I came in tears, but leave in peace;
"Be well, dear one" whispered in the breeze

Darlene Doll Smith

Poem Details | by Darlene Smith |
Categories: butterfly, children, death, holocaust, jewish, war, prejudice,

Children Of The Holocaust

Children Of The Holocaust

There are butterflies in heaven;
With numbers tattooed on their arm.
Dancing in the gentle breeze;
Free from Hitler’s death farm.

Little Jewish children;
Who knew their lives would end;
Carved butterflies in Auschwitz;
Predicting their spirits would transcend.

What could butterflies have ever done;
To deserve such a cruel fate?
For Nazi soldiers to kill them;
Out of prejudice and hate.

Such suffering for any child;
Oh how my heart cries!
For the smallest victims of holocaust;
And beautiful butterflies.

Darlene Doll Smith 

Poem Details | by Aseem Alagh |
Categories: allegory, death, introspection, life, nature, sad, seasons, autumn,

Flight of Fall

As I lay one sullen autumn morn
on pearl dew turf with the day unborn
staring at the grey grimacing sky
with the mood and moment not quite high
sepulchral static wherever I looked
when my dreary dizzy gaze was hooked
at a lone leaf's death-descent down
to join its wilted kin on ground
then a sudden silent slithering breeze
deprived me of my warmth and ease
and the disturbed withered shroud of Fall
hustled revived in a rustling brawl
hurled and curled in the fading mist
till the whispering winds chose to desist
but Nature lies dead once again
until the wind resumes,retrieves restrain
and I know this flight of life is brief
for I'm none other than a fallen leaf.

Poem Details | by Md Shahadat Hossain |
Categories: depression, grief, imagery, loneliness,

The Suicide Of A Star

All on a sudden a star did suicide on the dark ocean of the sky,
It was as like as a drunken spy.
The rest of stars were watching at him surprisingly,
He was disappeared within a nano second quietly.
He did suicide for his mental agonise into the deep ocean,
He just laid himself amongst the dead stars like queen.
No one did ask him, " Why did he do suicide?
Or was it a homicide?
If someone did ask him?
I knew what did he say to them.
When he was alive he was burnt by his own smile,
It was nothing but futile.
He used to do smile to cover the darkness,
As long as he smiled, he burnt more or less.

Poem Details | by Darlene Smith |
Categories: death, dream, love, morning, native american, sleep, spiritual,

Dream Carrier

Dream Carrier 

Bittersweet, your memory
Calling, echoing in my being
Recollections of your laughter
In solace, I remember the rapture

Twas' happiness, although so brief
Enchanting moments of belief
Embraced reunion between two worlds
The winds of time unfurled

In my melancholy morning sunrise
I question Creator why one must die
For if I could have remained asleep
With my dreams I could then keep

Awakened, the sunshine would interfere
Another day begins without you here
Tis' sad but blessed still yet
For dreams that let me not forget

~  Darlene Doll Smith

Poem Details | by TIEMA MUINDI |
Categories: betrayal, emotions, mystery, philosophy, soulmate, sympathy,

Shattered Hopes and Dreams

Can you pick up the pieces
When the glasses 
Are broken
And pieces
Are scattered

Can you pick up the pieces
When the ashes
Of your dreams
Are blown away
And spread 
Across the land

Can you pick up the pieces
When the horizon
Of your dream is blurred
The sky of your life
Is cloudy
With no rainbow in sight

Can you pick up the pieces
When you stumble
In the race of life
Not once or twice
But always

Can you pick up the pieces
When the spring of your life
Has dried up
When the petals
Of your being
Has withered
Can you pick up the pierces
And start from the ground

Poem Details | by sarojkumar khan |
Categories: sympathy,


Love is nothing but dust bin.
Enjoy and throw, want to mean.
I saw that blemished gentleman Mr Narang.
Enjoying a shabby dressed young.

  A bird is at hand is worth two in the bush. 
 A tree is valuable than grass.
Wide of canal is better than river of mouth.
 Shabby is so smooth.

Coin is tossed on grass.
Money is so luxurious.
Here coins can trust a shabby.
Blemished remains concealed in heart of lady
Saroj khan[sakha]

Poem Details | by Md Shahadat Hossain |
Categories: abuse, conflict, confusion, corruption, death, hate, war,

War And Peace

From the very begging for survival issue we started war.
War and peace are the two parts of a coin;
A minor issue can create war close to a border ,
Two different nations are always desperate to find out a solution,
War can never be the last solution of humanity,
Peace and tranquility can make our world as like as Eden.
War can encourage brutality as well as barbarity,
The results of bombing will make our lands barren.
We want the shower of peace falls on everywhere,
We should say no more war between the two nations,
The children and women will be the worst sufferer,
For spreading peace everywhere, we have to keep our brains free from mental confusions.

Poem Details | by abidemi oyewole |
Categories: bereavement, christian, death, faith, obituary, pain, people,



worship to the unseen.
Spiritual fray to the unclean.
Reflected by praise and hymns.
A disaster emerges within.

In a colosseum of divinity.
Hope and pray to the majesty.
ill luck picked her day.
To rain fire and brimstones all the way.

Would there have been a secure venue.
The shrewd craft of a believer.
Weaved to everlasting existence.
Crumbles built upon architectural elegance.

Deaths upon deaths at the scene of a battlefield.
Only but few can relate to this eulogy.
We never died for once.
The coffers of faith remains untouched.

Poem Details | by kristin gregoire |
Categories: adventure, brother, childhood, confusion, death, dedication, depression, education, faith, family, fear, friendship, funeral, girlfriend-boyfriend, life, loss, lost love, love, romance, sad, time, i love you,

Noone Will Ever Take Your Place

Everyday I listen to songs that remind me of you,
 I miss you so much I feel lost I dont even know what to do
 This is the hardest thing I ever had to go threw.
I would give anything just to have you back, 
But I know thats not gonna ever happen so I dont know how to act.
Now your miles & miles away,
 If I had one wish it would be for you to stay. 
I just hope your happy and okay.
Since I cant tell you I love you to your face
 I'm writing you this poem to let you know 
our memories noone can erase and in my life
 noone will ever take your place.

Poem Details | by Nigel Fox |
Categories: life,

Life and Death

As is the generation of leaves
So is that of humanity
The wind scatters the leaves on the ground
But the live timber burgeons with leaves
Again in the season of spring returning
So one generation of men will grow while another dies

Adapted from The Iliad

Poem Details | by LaTrinidy Smith-Jones |
Categories: anxiety, dark, death, depression, heartbroken, hurt, suicide,


One Voice Two Voices 3 or more
Screaming, banging around
In my head wanting to be heard
I suffer I weep and beg them to stop
But they laugh and scream at
the hilarious thought.
I hold the cold metal gun to
my dome praying no one
comes home. I tell the
Voices today is your last.
As a pull the trigger and
wince at the blast... Darkness..
happiness...Oh me , Oh my
Peace at last now that I've died...
Whispering starts and then
Grows louder as I thought the voices
Gone.. but now but they return with Valor...
So here I am with these lovely voices in my
head... There is no peace even in death

Poem Details | by kristin gregoire |
Categories: brother, childhood, confusion, death, dedication, depression, devotion, faith, family, fantasy, fear, forgiveness, friendship, funeral, girlfriend-boyfriend, growing up,

hurts so bad

im hurting so bad  inside im falling apart its getting hard to hide dont feel right anymore since u died.  What am i suppose to do when i dont want nothing in this world but you and that cant ever come true :(  i cant explain how i feel i just wish i could kick it with u still. i always loved you and i always will

Poem Details | by Trinity Chasara |
Categories: creation, death, death of a friend,


In death chimes no dime;
But grime embraced, 
In silent crimes, 
Of critters dressed, 
In maggot shawls, 
Of this charmless congregation,
That chew the rot,
Till dust and dust lie, 
On naked blankets,
Of dark sands.

Poem Details | by kristin gregoire |
Categories: confusion, death, depression, friendship, girlfriend-boyfriend, life, loss, lost love, love, passion, sad, time, miss you, miss you,


I miss you Ramon, I wana see u so I look
outside across the street, You were the most
realest big hearted person anyone could ever
meet, With u not around I feel incomplete I miss you
with every heart beat. I still think ur gonna call
so I always look at my phone without you I 
feel so all alone I miss you Ramon I wish u 
could come bak home.Honestly I dont know if
I will ever be okay all I know is it gets harder &
harder each day.No amount of time will heal I
know I'll be missing u still. Some people just dont
understand & i dont think they ever will

Poem Details | by kristin gregoire |
Categories: death, dedication, friendship, girlfriend-boyfriend, growing up, life, loss, lost love, love, heart, miss you, pain, heart, miss you, i love you,

Pain So Deep

I have so much pain I feel inside,
 Eachday it's getting harder 
    and harder to hide I really miss you right by my side, 
  I  havn't been the same since you died
         It's been hard with you not around 
but I know in my heart your in heaven smiling down 
        I miss you with every beat of my heart
 death is the only thing that could ever keep us
 I love you now & forever just like I did from the start
    My heart is so sore each day I miss you more & more
    I'm not sure if I will be okay 
nothing will ever take this pain away
I look forward to seeing you again oneday

Poem Details | by Md Shahadat Hossain |
Categories: anti bullying, discrimination, grief, irony, judgement,

I Am Not A Guilty

How can I prove that I am not a guilty?
The so called law systems aren't perfect,
They are not reliable on their duty
There are lots of things left undetect.

Who can prove that I am not a guilty?
The witnesses are given can be wrong 
I can't make them believe my honesty 
They won't listen to me as I am not strong.

The so called law takes aside the power,
I can cry and say, I am not a guilty 
I might be given sentence for a year 
There is no place for integrity.

I might be hanged for false reason,
If I am dead, then how can I get justice,
Everyone knows that I am a bad person,
I know better I don't deserve injustice.

Poem Details | by Hira Zeeshan |
Categories: grief,

Even If I am Gone

All the sorrows and all the pains.
All my life that I've gained.
Are a ticket to heaven's train.
Time to say good bye to this world,
Time to face the truth.
I am nothing but a crazy girl.
Gotta  catch a heaven's train
As this world has crushed my brain.
All those abuses and bad words.
All those hits has crushed my world.
All those people I've met.
Wether, the good ones or bad one rats.
All the good ones made my dreams come true,
As they were the dearest too.
Never gonna leave them alone.
Even if I am gone.