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Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: culture, death, funeral, music, paris,

Death - Remember me Tomorrow

Death – Remember me Tomorrow

Votre amour est tout ce que j'implore
Angels took us from France's shores
To the promised land of lady liberty
Hollywood glitter enticing us lovers with mystery

Living the past in a cinematic telling
Ironic that love was sourly spurned
By Bogart’s charming quilted misgivings
Madeline, later would sadly sing

La Marseillaise, while lovers embrace
Paris after dark, they disappear with no trace
Trains to death and boats to freedom
As Casablanca tells of romantic tales

Je suis vieux, est je suis seul
The beautiful one misses the past and you
All the ships have sailed and gone
It’s the cemetery now where I rest under lawn

Poem Details | by rob carmack |
Categories: abuse, bullying, culture, death, pride, vanity, war,

The Beautiful People

For the Haven’s advancement,
the Elite may extend a courteous backhand,
or a fist wrapped with opinion
that some may mistake for abuse.

Dante’s girl fell from her steeple
head first into a cauldron of pride,
now her feeble corpse twitches
trying to vomit the blackest pitch grey.

Stains her soldier’s dress blues
duty has him answer the bench’s call.
Gaveled verdicts now deleted,
appeals one site’s ambitions.

Often found in a library,
their little boy plays with
his toy box full of straw men
and overused emoticons.

Each breath billows the forge,
black smoke void of The Father,
they beat a gift’s beauty into a weapon,
the cutting edge of the Deceiver’s con.

Poem Details | by W.A. CHOLT |
Categories: culture, death, political, war,

New World Order

The streets are thronged with people 
Chanting empty slogans 
Mindless minions 
Dancing to a globalist agenda...

           W.A. CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly. 2017.

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 brittney lopez |
Categories: absence, abuse, addiction, allah, allegory, angel, anger, angst, april, art, august, baseball, basketball, best friend, birthday, books, cousin, culture, dad, death, depression, desire, dream, drink, education, emo, eulogy, faith,


They say the sun shines on the skin of a goddess her hair dark filled with flowers and her skin of silk,
When you see her don't let her go she will treat u like a god and run her silk hands against the ruffness of your skin she will show u the right way to enlightenment her eyes golden brown so deep you can get lost she can see right through you and know the depth of your soul she will speak words so smooth softer then the wind 
Skin so smooth the sun follows her every move.

Poem Details | by Jen Franks |
Categories: beauty, celebration, city, community, courage, culture, devotion, freedom, grave, identity, inspiration, inspirational, life, memory, nature, patriotic, people, political, power, september, symbolism, tribute, urban, veterans day, war, wisdom,

United Nations Plaza

Temperature dip
urban leaves turned
Autumn, sniffing around
for a place to settle
no Farmer's Market
in San Francisco today.

Poem Details | by A.O. Taner |
Categories: absence, adventure, beautiful, car, confusion, culture, cute love, death, dream, fear, feelings, heart, heartbreak, heartbroken, heaven, imagination, inspirational, irony, love, love hurts, metaphor, passion, remember, scary, sleep, smart, solitude, travel, urban, women,


I fell asleep in my dream

at the wheel, 
unfolded maps on the car's floor

to wake up to her smile 
not once but twice.

Poem Details | by Funom Makama |
Categories: culture, cute love, dedication, desire, love, marriage,

Commitment till Death Cause The Part

Signed to dwell in a comfortable locked cage where smoke also comes out from ice; moving gradually, taking it page by page, nurture the hunger then you can eat even half cooked rice. It’s like bad costumes but in a beautiful stage or a boring occasion, well attended by funny guys. In comfort, in difficulty, in ecstasy and in rage, on each others skin, seldom disturbing as lice. A year, then some decades and the union is coming of age, but the flavor still remains, due to the preservation of its spice.

Poem Details | by Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu |
Categories: adventure, conflict, culture, death, power,

Last Of The Mohicans

Once existed an indian
Tribe from Algonquian 
Linguistic stock.
Warlike in nature:power
Of the colonists were 
The hammer of God, 
Fearless,death looms 
Wherever they tread.
Fierce-looking on horse-
Backs-the foreign 
Shackles of slavery,they 
Slaves from other tribes
They made.
An ally of the English,
They triumphed over the
The only shinning star in 
The region,this dreaded 
Tribe its identity it lost:the
Death of their fallen 
Leader-the last of the 
Mohicans,was the demise 
Of a new birth.

Poem Details | by Liva Evita Nagle |
Categories: change, culture, death, dedication, freedom, friendship, war,

Harvest of Delight

Gather and look at how delightful is our union!
With the soil fertile, mother’s touch in the breeze,
We move onward from another year gone past,
Full of victory, full of win
We bow our heads to that which is above all;

With our feet we stand in safety
As our hearts go to the dead,
But our friendship so ever-lasting, joyous and alive
Shall be one which is forever –
A union never-ending.

Poem Details | by Billy Marshall Stoneking |
Categories: change, culture, death, identity, longing, lost, technology,


The dead can offer you nothing
except your own, hard work.
Don’t stand so close.
Their reach is longer than your fear.
They are desperadoes with
nothing to lose,
nothing to give,
only more of the same.

Don’t stare too hard
at those full of their own emptiness.
They have nothing to offer,
nothing in their words, their eyes,
they can’t offer their hearts -
they have none.

If you look too long
you begin might begin
to think you’re just like them,
catching the light rail
eternally stuck between where
they’ve come from
and where you’re going.

Poem Details | by Mark J. Halliday |
Categories: culture, dark, death, evil, fear, mythology, truth,


Tourist guides show Vlad's castle.
Vampires are not real.

Poem Details | by Katie Christian |
Categories: cry, culture, dark, death, depression, emo, suicide,

Suicide game

They call me names 
and play their games
But they can't feel my pain
Of the razor I use to make my life a little smaller

They say that I'm worthless
That I'm just another name 
In their suicide game

I'm not the first 
And I won't be the last
To cry at night
And pretend that I'm alright

I cut my wrists 
using that small blade
And I think I'm loosing 
their suicide game

One more round and
I'm down for the count
I can see the end
Just around the bend

So I played
And I played well
But it was all in vain
Because I lost their suicide game

Poem Details | by Eternal Victor |
Categories: adventure, angel, anger, bible, business, change, creation, culture, death, dedication, dream, education, fear, freedom, future, god, grave, life, magic, memorial day, miracle, mystery, nature, patriotic, peace, people, places, poems, pride, relationship, soldier, spiritual, success, suicide, symbolism, truth, war,

4 - Messenger from the Dead

Alas there is no more confusion,
finally found my last conclusion.
Expect me as if Jesus will return,
from a ghost to a realm of concern.

Your dreams are portals like doors,
welcoming spirits into hasten wars.
Leaving the thoughts without trust,
keeping your fears in much disgust.

And though you sought no consequence,
deeds that confirm a wicked malevolence.
Awaiting in your nightmare of screams,
enjoy what is left amongst your dreams.

Poem Details | by Omar Hachmi |
Categories: absence, august, creation, culture, death of a friend, desire, devotion,


I am honored to extend my personal creations each lovers of articles and thoughts and love letters that  pin up my blog, which I will start publishing the establishment of God's creations that I typed. 

Author: Omar Hachmi 
Age: 17 years 
City: Rachidia (Morocco) 
Level mode: the final year of the baccalaureate

Author : Omar Hachmi

Poem Details | by Earl Schumacker |
Categories: adventure, celebrity, character, confusion, culture, death, fun,

Frog 1 And 2 - Haiku

     Frog 1 And 2 – Haiku

          Frog 1

lights, stage, action, shoot
frog sings opera, hat, cane 
Saturday cartoons

          Frog 2

riveting story
jumping to conclusions, sad
frog misses pad, croaks

Poem Details | by Timothy Hicks |
Categories: america, angst, bereavement, culture, future, introspection, today,

The Modern Age, Oh So Strange

 Ice in the Moon, Water on Mars, What's Next?


 Come on Over it's Been a Long Time!

Text tone

 Wanna Go to the Park?

No sound

 Who Gives Hugs Anymore


 You Always Wanted a Big House

Each room
A tomb

 Flowers For Little Ole Me?

My box
Loves phlox

 Will the Real Ghost Please Stand Up


Poem Details | by Les Pruitt |
Categories: abuse, allah, america, betrayal, child, conflict, confusion, culture, death, emotions, evil, fear, feelings, children, god, grief, immigration, international, loss, march, memory, missing you, my child, my children, pain, peace, political, spiritual,


Copyright © 2013

Skittles and a soda
against a gun in its holster?

One day that scream
will be known as a teen
not a heinous lying Fein

What a sinister ploy and twist
with a loaded gun and no fist?

Had everyone sitting and waiting
doomed by a verdict just delaying

Was this just an optical illusion
or, a devious planned conclusion?

Now, this generation too afraid
wearing hoodies will get you dead

But, the Klan was still glad
hoodies they've always had

A verdict they too saw,
ushering in martial law

by: LP
edited: 7/30/13

Poem Details | by David Brown |
Categories: america, culture, grief, humanity, political, rights,

Commerce trumps all

In America, 
sad, sad America
the rights of commerce
trump the reality that people 
who do kill people with guns,
shouldn't have the right
to continue each day
to do so

Poem Details | by Ajala Samuel Akindele |
Categories: adventure, africa, black african american, creation, culture, eulogy, freedom,


The belief of the soul;
Culture is dynamic
It is the spouse of tradition(coinage)
Culture is life and
High influence of the nation.

Culture those not entice
Superiority among negro
Nor inferiority.
Culture created us equally
But the head determines.
Culture is virginity
Keep yourself safe!

Nor racial discrimination,
Nor violence and
Nor religion common
To cultureis the globe
And the outerpart.

Culture is unique!
Culture is different!
Culture is pride!
Culture is not wealth
Nor abject poverty.
God is culture?
We are all one”says” culture

Poem Details | by Line Gauthier |
Categories: culture, death, fear, scary, society, spoken word, stress,


What’s wrong with our culture
That we’re so deathly afraid
To talk about death and dying

It’s a process we will all go through
In one way or another
Yet hush hush it’s taboo
Don’t want to talk about it
Don’t want to hear about it 
We’re so tense and uptight

Keeping our thoughts private at all cost
Can’t expect any tête-à-tête discussion
Because people say the oddest things

As the process of our life slips away
What a relief it would be
To share and discuss openly

AP: Honorable Mention 2021

Posted on October 10, 2018

Poem Details | by Rico Leffanta |
Categories: culture, death, endurance, funeral, horse, journey, memorial,

Boot Hill

Boot Hill is filled with remorse
From folks who could not stay the course
But a lot could be worse
Than a ride in an hearse
For a cowboy who ain't got no horse!

Poem Details | by john winkle |
Categories: absence, blue, culture, dark, death, fire, water,



Poem Details | by Miche Ulman |
Categories: absence, adventure, betrayal, body, books, change, character, conflict, confusion, courage, creation, culture, dark, death, dream, evil, farewell, freedom, history, imagination, inspiration, life, magic, mirror, murder, mystery, mythology, philosophy, poetry, self, senses, sin, society, symbolism, travel, visionary, wisdom,


hello my friend, stranger walk by,
borrow a moment, spare me your lie,
through pen of the narrow and mist of an eye,
below absolute zero, someone will die;
sentence to rambler, apple hereby,
flute of the meadow, mandrake will cry,
in front of the riddler second might try,
get out of here mortal,
exit near by-e.

angry as he strike out his pen,
get out of here demon, get out of this den,
in thousands of years how long has it been,
when scriptures wear sandals;
on meadow you land, many bear seasons,
stakes shall bend, lantern still burning,
your letter is send.

Poem Details | by Teddy Kimathi |
Categories: africa, anxiety, culture, dark, death, god, imagery,

The Village Warrior

As the sun is about to wake up,
the seven-foot warrior digs two graves;
the first grave is for burying the bandit,
while the second grave is for sleeping in it,
to spy on the motionless bandit.
After crossing the Forest of Death,
the warrior was convinced that the bandit
had blinded the gods.
He was afraid that the bandit would cheat death,
and wake up from his deep slumber;
he had to ensure he wouldn’t ever wake up,
until Mother Earth sent ants and worms
to devour his flesh.
He was very certain that nature knew the difference
between life and death……