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Poem Details | by Rev. Dr. Samuel Mack OMS DD |
Categories: adventure, age, angel, beautiful, bible, earth, emotions, faith, family, farewell, fruit, funeral, travel, trust, truth, uplifting, visionary, voice, voyage, wisdom, world, writing,

My Time Has Come

My Time Has Come

My time is over here in this body
I am being called home as my work is done here
I hear my Lords voice calling me home
Although I know I will miss this old world 
With all that I have seen and done
All the People I have met and talked to
My body can go on no more for it has reached it’s time

Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS
Copyright 2013

Poem Details | by Balveen Cheema |
Categories: absence, bereavement, death, father daughter, fruit, garden, introspection,

Outside My Window

Outside My Window

I sit on Dad's heavenly bed as I pen this write
The mournful heart looks outside
The window which for the moment is mine
I view with his eyes and the heart inflates
The orchard is blooming ready for fruiting, but
The hedges look wild while lawn's not mowed
His cane chair is empty while mother is beside
The newspaper lies folded on the tea-tray with specs
The tangerines in pots dangling near to death
None to tell my brooding dear mother 
'Preserve them in bottles before the season is out'.

Balveen Cheema
September 12, 2015
Contest: Outside My Window
Sponsor: Bev Smith

Poem Details | by Rick Parise |
Categories: blessing, death, desire, fruit, jesus, love, truth,

To Plant A Seed Of Life

They say sin comes easy - A simple choice be made To feed a dismal promise - Lost upon the day For flesh and all its hunger -An easy door to greet Though death comes knocking quickly - Of power, lust and greed To live a life of truth - Of spirit to conceive To find the sacred promise - A promise of a King All shall come of beauty - When thirsting flesh denied To roam the endless multitude - To plant a seed of life

Poem Details | by Gavin Childress |
Categories: bible, christian, death, jesus, mystery,

Forbidden Fruit

I warn thee, chylde, of hemlock's wayes,
Such Berys ende thy tender Dayes.
If thou would'st eat Forbidden fruit,
Trie the Pulp and drawe the Root-
Its Wormwood and its Poyson'd sap
Woulde take thee to thy Maker's lap.
Thus Forbidden fruit woulde draw
Thee to Eden's Joye once more.

Poem Details | by JEAN MURRAY |
Categories: bereavement, cousin, for him,


The hands that
do not reach for me,
are full of tenderness.

The eyes that
look deep into me,
find what has been hidden.

The lips that
cannot touch mine,
speak kind words.

The memory of
that special day,
always will stay.

The potential for
what could have been,
forbidden though it seems.

Poem Details | by P.M. Richter |
Categories: death, freedom, fruit, spiritual,

Tree of Life

Bending to gravity
We landed in shade
Sheltered from light
False fruit will cascade

I am not that
This bitter shell is not me
A sweetness within
Soon you will see

Open space at our core
Filled with love that is true
These seeds are revealed 
When pain splits us in two

At the end do not pray
For the branches of youth
Leaving an old peel behind
In the root we find truth

Poem Details | by Andrew Crisci |
Categories: confusion, death, depression, fruit, words,


Fool, you borrowed time from fate
Obeisance was wrong indeed
Objected nothing and moved on
Lotus was your favorite fruit 
Irrationality was a kind of madness
Sarah warned, " Be careful, son! "
Harry, your pal, spoke like her
None seemed unreachable or vain
Enthralled by many false visions
Surges of panic and anger abounded
Sultry thoughts brought death

Poem Details | by Trey Hamner |
Categories: analogy, art, bereavement, fruit, growth, metaphor, words,

Over Ripe

A man walks into a room to smell the wallflowers
to find their petals plucked
Perplexed at first, he grimaces then glowers
Some people have all the luck
The sweet yet fetid smell of nearly rotten fruit
in a dank and dark corner
Wafts in the air like muffled notes of a flute
or the whimper of a quiet mourner
I pick up the scent of mint or maybe basil 
and scoop up a wilted leaf 
It's not yet brown but turning a little hazel 
and I hand it to the bereaved 
We share an over ripe plum and a pomegranate
with a timid shrinking violet 
Such is the ephemeral nature of a dying planet 
when we're all deaf and we're all silent

Poem Details | by Mike Samford |
Categories: inspirational, loss, lost love, fruit, grave,

Bitter Wine

This fruit I plucked, though tightly entwined
(To hide from birds) in a thorny brier vine
I had hoped to pour from a goat hide flask
A sweet bouquet of blackberry wine.
To drink -a smile, from my true love's glass.

The thorns which saved the fruit from birds
Were sharp and long -filled with poison burrs.
A drop of blood from a brier thorn prick
Death came quick like a mute priest's words
Before wine turned sweet, blood turned thick.

Around my grave grows a thorny brier vine
Entwined, grows the sweetest berries, yet dry.
My beloved visits my grave no more
But for me in the fall blackberries cry
And stain my grave with a blood red lure.

Poem Details | by venita Schindler |
Categories: age, birth, corruption, death, forgiveness, fruit, image,

The forgotten memories

Shadows of one 
Shadows of two 
How many shadows 

Are you .
Beneath the dark sky's 
The moonlight crys 
As you hide the light of your eyes 

Hollow dances upon fire 
A soft whisper 
Throughout your room 

How many shadows cast upon 
Your doom...
Angels of dark 
Angels of light 
Witch Angel are you tonight .

Poem Details | by Frances LeMoine |
Categories: death, faith, life, old, old,

A Bowl of Old Fruit

Frances LeMoine
> A Bowl of Old Fruit
> A bowl of old fruit
> sits on a dusty table,
> insulted to death.
> Flies buzz about 
> the peaches,
> just out of curiosity.

Poem Details | by Kevin Shaw |
Categories: death, desire, flower, fruit,

My Name is Deadly Nightshade

My Name is Deadly Nightshade

My name is Deadly Nightshade,
I can make you feel so ill,
Don’t I look pretty and appealing,
My objective is simply to kill.

My home, dense fertile woodland,
Please taste me if you dare.
Berries are ripe and delicious,
I don’t carry any warning beware.

My name is Deadly Nightshade,
Don’t fear me, I’m your friend,
Please stop trying to resist me,
A big bite, then Heaven I will send.

Poem Details | by John Beam |
Categories: allusion, bible, christian, death, fruit, jesus, life,


Nothing came out of the tree                                                                                                                                                 but a liar, death and disease

Poem Details | by Gershon Wolf |
Categories: death, drug, fruit, vanity,

A Man from Armenia

There once was a man from Armenia
Who stuffed his belly with garcinia
  His head in a daze
  His eyes looked all crazed
The tombstone read, 'Died of Anemia'

Poem Details | by Bruce Coates |
Categories: death, fruit, green, joy, love, symbolism, valentines day,

The Ballad of Strawberry Hill

(Dedicated to Toni Marie Labadie.)

Beyond a little
golden green valley
upon a triumphant
red shining hill

Glowing strawberries
grow by the dozens,
carefully picked
by a beautiful girl