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furnace spews clouds
smelling putrid smoke,
tongues consume bodies all,
aeolian whispers fan
Varanasi’s fierce appetite,
prayer flags wave like a wick of hope
while the ruddy Ganges silently flows
death, lost love,
I watch the sun's smile gleam on the petal
as it drifts beneath the Dogwood tree
moving from sunlight to shadow
we once burned bright like the sun
shining on everyone
until heaven spoke
now you are gone
and my light
Connie Marcum Wong
anxiety, death, french, murder, sad,
hand of a
face down with flying
bullets spraying the room,
killing, striking so many
innocents frozen in terror.
As I fled I realized she was
dead from terrorist's merciless melee.
© Connie Marcum Wong
Note: I wrote this about a recent story on the news that
touched me deeply. I am praying for all those who are suffering.
Feeder near the,
Window of my room,
So I can look outside,
See life again as God's gift,
And raise my broken spirits up.
She doesn't know how much she gives me,
But I vow to live because she loves me.
beauty, blessing, death, destiny, passion,
If he's here
Or has he slipped
To the other side
Past the reach of her hand
His mind grasps for her presence
Hearing the softness of her voice
Wishing himself back into her arms
Eyes open he sees her angelic face
grave and fed on
fallen acorns. A
doe, then a second deer
haltingly drew near. One buck
hung back where grass met woods, head raised,
watching. . . like my dear brother - apart
from family, yet not too far away.
In a house too huge for them to maintain,
a man hunched over with back pain lives
with a disabled daughter and
his very elderly wife.
A recent heart attack
has left her frailer
and meaner. The
to get up
or walk for years,
she had atrophied.
Refusing sponge baths, meds,
or a private nurse, she screams
for her ill spouse whose little strength
does little good. Time is crawling on
the doomsday clock: two minutes to midnight.
Feb. 18, 2018
For Emile Pinet's the doomsday clock: two minutes to midnight contest
"Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind; "
Edna St, Vincent Millay
*At some point*
*No one is spared*
*And in the darkness*
*Will appear a bright light*
*That guides you to paradise*
*Your family should not mourn you*
*Because spirit and soul are at peace*
*Having left behind all your earthly woes*
Written 20th May 2020
For Etheree Poetry Contest
Theme chosen number 3 - Death
Sponsored By Dear Heart.
appreciation, death, paradise, peace, spiritual,
'down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind' -
Edna St Vincent Millay
We shall lie
At peace, beneath
Mountains of moonbeams
No servants or masters
Equal bells, everlasting
Shackles of suffering release
Over celestial bridges, where the
Cosmos recycles our souls in stardust.
For 'Etheree' contest
Sponsor: Dear Heart
Gregory R Barden
analogy, death, spiritual,
"Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind" - Edna St. Vincent Millay
spread gently ...
death's frail surface
trembles with our grief
as each soul we cherish
plunges the gossamer veil ...
the warm arms of peaceful release
await there 'midst the tender darkness
to hold them close in their boundless dreaming.
Written and submitted on May 21, 2020
For the "Etheree" Poetry Contest
Dear Heart, Sponsor.
( Syllables = 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, counted at HowManySyllables.com )
a lone kestrel .
Patient death beating,
fixed in measureless blue.
Elegant white swans swim through
rare grasses greeting migrating
geese sliding in with the setting sun.
Darkness falls, who will sing the requiem?
death, moving on,
I never imagined I’d see the day
When you drew your final breath and died
Nothing can ever prepare you
For the loss of a loved one
No one lives forever
In our hearts
Are all gone
Your home has been sold
Life must go on for us
Our time on earth is precious
We don’t know when we will depart
Family and friends can’t be replaced
Material possessions mean nothing
2nd October 2015
Submitted to Any Form E contest
Sponsored by Broken Wings
Checked with how many syllables
Connie Marcum Wong
By the ocean.
Blue lips of the drowned.
Bodies trapped, never found.
Blue songs sang to mourn the dead.
Souls in sorrow coping, hoping.
Blue water spout casting people out.
Empty graves with flowers the hue of blue.
Connie Marcum Wong
The ‘Wild Rose’ Drifts away with the morning,
tempest howls in discrimination
clouds inconsolable lament,
the creek no longer arid
replenish the river.
There ‘Wild Rose’ Fearful
on her way
© Harry J Horsman 2010
kids left home,
Siamese, lived on
to well past twenty years
of age. One day, approaching
her litter box, she raised one foot,
gave forth a strange raucous sound, and then
collapsed. The cat quite literally croaked!
*croaked is also American slang for died.
(I had introduced Priscilla to our family. I had been selling
cards all summer at age 14 so that I could buy myself a bike,
and a lady I sold cards to offered that cat to me! Boy, did
she live a long time.)
Reason A. Poteet
celebration, death, growth, spring, winter,
to roll round
at Easter time.
Resurgence of green
starts to wake up the world.
Warmer days tag chilly nights
saluting sunshine and showers.
Familiar trees and bushes blossom.
Spring begins to re-cultivate our minds
from the intermission of winter’s freeze.
Winter is harsh but with good reason
nature knows to slow down and rest.
Winter is stark yet she’s skilled -
sidetracking us with snow
and wiping out pests.
But best of all
written 26 March 2016
beautiful, creation, earth, environment, eulogy, inspiration,
You awe me.
Your daring wiz of
Forging day and night.
How do you just do it?
Your belly of oceans and
That breast of mountains and shorelines.
They say you were once a burning ball
Where do you really come from? I wonder.
Poem Type : ETHEREE
death, depression, father, life, loss, mother
Father's Day no dad
To talk to and share thoughts
Too hot to stay and visit
The grave was in good shape weed free
Mother's parents and grandparents' graves
Need the grass pulled out and tending some...Sad
Being in love
Casting away doubt
Giving and receiving
Leading to a happy marriage
Besotted so in love, life entwined
Until deaths sting strikes it's unwanted blow
Penned 4 April 2014
death, life, people, urban,
To the city breathe
blowing, huffing, puffing
hurry, push, eyes blankly stare
SCREAMS echoing in the alley
go ignored in the sidewalk shuffle
stench of urine, decay and APATHY
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, February 9, 2012
First place in Suit Yourself contest max 16 (Brian Strand)
NATURE STUDY (Etheree)
the makings of things
reds yellows greens and browns
in patch-dots of bright color
summer ends and autumn begins
a time which is both joyful and sad
death but deep down god’s promise of rebirth
on earth -
in my ears. Pain
and violence stain
the daily news. Trying
to make sense of senseless acts
I grow numb - coping with extremes,
Wondering if broken shards of peace
can be made whole using the glue of tears.
art, death, emotions, lost love,
and sad denouements
depressing heart and mind
with the grief of lost love, death.
Shocking endings stab with torment;
yet we crave woeful scenes even though
opera brings heart-wrenching denouements.
Sandra M. Haight
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron
death, fantasy, history, hope, imagination, inspirational
Deepest depth bring
The Big Apple hope
Like an ancient Phoenix
Brought life to which died by flames
As Father Time _ Poseidon watch
To see if this resurrection starts
A whole new era__ blessed golden life
caregiving, death, dedication, devotion, family, father, forgiveness, imagination, loss, mother, pets, places, sympathy, visionary
your gone from here
I shall remember
father's day has always
been your favorite time so
today I come and placed a rose
at the foot of your grave- sites bedding
and I even placed one for mama too
In Loving Memory