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Poem Details | by JEAN MURRAY |
Categories: cheer up, children, death, father,


My father was a musician, with a beautiful tenor voice. As we seven siblings witnessed his coffin being lowered into that cold earth, a blackbird sang his heart out on the church steeple.

his pure spirit rose
    on the softest summer breeze
          blackbird into thee


Poem Details | by Paul Callus |
Categories: death,

Masked Emotions

After a short ceremony, the few people present, 
standing at a safe distance from each other, watch
the coffin being lowered slowly into the grave. 
Another covid-19 victim is laid to rest without pomp, 
yet with dignity and respect. 

end of funeral
the silent birds in the trees
resume their singing

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Contest: Haibun – Pick Your Theme 
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Placed 3rd
© 16th July 2020

Poem Details | by Rick Parise |
Categories: angel, death, life, nature,

Angels Danced

The beauty of death, engage...through darkened tunnels to the everlasting dream, where simple words define a life and visions fulfill the endless night, where water's reflect and tear drops remain, falls peaceful memories of your loving face, where angels danced and poets dreamed...and joyous psalm's cried out, through soft twilight rain... purple hues linger looking back across the vale a single starshine 8/21/2019

Poem Details | by Kurt Ravidas |
Categories: death, dream, environment,

inanimate thing

At night, a huge creature floats to the surface of the tart ocean to dream into the moonlight, which barely penetrates the sulfur clouds. She sighs, her skin made of stainless steel is luminescent in the dark, her nuclear heart continues to work, but she is empty: the last restless souls have long gone from her body. She floats out of habit: inanimate things can’t dream. What did she dream before?

blue sky verdant strip
of land on the horizon…
she doesn't recall

All About The Environment. Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Richard Lamoureux

Poem Details | by Lawrence Sharp |
Categories: death, depression, society,

The Morning Was Strange

In the centre of the small town is a small town square. In the centre of the small town square is a small water fountain. It springs a joy to which the townspeople are magnetically drawn. The water below is clean and clear. This morning a young girl lay facedown. In the clean, clear water, where the small water fountain danced, and dances. In the centre of the small town square; in the centre of the small town. It seemed strange that she should be dead in a place where there is so much life.

I've known of her charm
We'll not dwell on her passing
It seems far too strange

1st July 2020

Poem Details | by Kurt Ravidas |
Categories: dark, death, life, light,

The Lights

Oh, how cold you are, heavenly lights! But there are the earthly lights that promise weary travelers a rest. Interrupting for a moment the eternal movement from dark to light, we stretch out cold fingers to a fire and look up. The Universe gets cold, galaxies flee, supernovae explode and turn into interstellar ghosts, stars fall and their long-long tails as the portents of our coming wanderings, measure the distances of empty spaces. Oh, how hot a sip of coffee is! How sweet is a random kiss in the dark!

get some rest and go 
to where cold heavenly lights 
eternally shine

Shooting Stars Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Nayda Ivette Negron

Poem Details | by Peter Lewis Holmes |
Categories: adventure, death,


  Gift from God they called him, tall, lean and proud, the big iron 
hanging on his belt, had opened many a shroud. He rode an Apaloosa,
a stallion maned and tailed, and had followed a gang of four outlaws for a month,
from Abilene, all the way down to Laredo.  One evening as the sun hit sand and
rabbits stowed away, Jed Seddon, scouting for the gang, saw Mateo on his bay.
He shot him once and hit his hand but Mateo jumped down quickly from
his mount and circled around Jed below.

two slugs
to his back he pumped
three to go

For Haibun contest 30/7/15

Poem Details | by Thomas Martin |
Categories: age, appreciation, death, hope,

Aunt Sally

Sometimes you like people better as you grow older. . .

Growing up, I considered my aunt, Sally,  a gossip and a person consumed with envy.  She liked to make fun of people, as she did with me over my crying and screaming after taking my beloved hobby-horse for my cousin, Mary.

Years later  she befriended my mother after the death of my father..  They became inseparable. . .

a dragonfly
still circling my aunt's farm pond
alighting on mother's hand

Published September, 2015 Cattails

Poem Details | by Thomas Martin |
Categories: age, bereavement, father,

The Maroon Blazer

Mother insisted upon bringing Dad's maroon blazer to Oregon when she came to visit after his death. She just could not bear to let it hang unused in his closet. She wanted me to "get the use out of it."

I finally gave it to Goodwill.

could not ever wear
his old clothes burning my skin
lonely child once more

Published in Contemporary Haibun Online

Poem Details | by Patricia Jeanne Mendoza |
Categories: absence, confusion, depression, feelings, grief, heartbroken,

Slippery Hope

Coz we're like two writers afraid of papers
Two singers with stage scares
Or maybe I am the mouth of the dog
If you're my tail
Around and round
I chase you to ground
And perhaps you're Shakespeare nervous of criticisms
And Poseidon's heir
With fear to sail
If love's enough and everything
Why can't it be our glue
Or help us sing
Until our second verse
Can at least lull our ending
You said it now and I can't help it
My walls were crumbling down
Your words were such wonder
And they left me hanging and tender
But we're two lovers
Afraid of holding tight
With their echoes that hovers
Shrouding shadows in our sight
And so together we can't be
Far apart like shores of sea

Poem Details | by Rick Parise |
Categories: courage, death, death of a friend, fear, life, loneliness, war,



As a rhapsody of death plays like the weary wind, I slowly inch through the choking fear of each blood spent memory. I am a grain of sand in this scattered mind of uncertainty and for now the pain has fallen away like my fellow soldier's whom live no more. Onward, pushing, I crawl in bitter memory of my homeland and my newborn son I may never see.

a weary song
in a distant field  a bird


In Vietnam, all helicopters were called "birds"

Poem Details | by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories: death,

A Killer Among Us

It is a thorny impossible situation. No one is talking, eyes are red, feelings are not being shared. No one knows who to trust.  Whoever did this is either a friend or an enemy, and no one except the killer knows
which.  We are moving around each other with distrustful glances, suspecting our best friends, our cousins, our coworkers.  Hoping we are wrong. It is a trying time, and it does not dissipate for months. Death is bad, but murder is somehow worse.  We are on autopilot, jumping at loud sounds, never fully the same.  

Paralyzed by fear
Never fully fixable,
We suspect our friends

Written for Mick Talbot's Haibun Contest
on June 25, 2018

Poem Details | by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: grave, grief,


A smattering of snowflakes had fallen overnight, covering your grave with a delicate lacy shawl. I brush away bitter tears, desperately wishing you were tucked up snuggled and warm in your nursery, not lying in the stone cold ground.

my precious child
never took his first breath
born sleeping

FICTION POEM FOR  - Haibun pick your theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored By Line Gauthier


Poem Details | by Rhonda Johnson-Saunders |
Categories: dad, grief, memory, writing,

Memories Sweetened by Time

If there ever comes a day when we can't be together,
keep me in your heart, I'll stay there forever. - A.A. Milne

On the outskirts of dad’s hometown, wild blueberries grow 
and bishop’s lace adorns highways like fine thread 
stitched on an old coat. Here, I wander barefoot through 
grief on paths shaded by pine trees. Memories flow from heart  
to pen.
these berry-sweetened memories 
trod a path through my moonless skies –
summer breaks in morning light 

Written 6/1/20 for Line Gauthier’s
Rhyme and Reasons Contest

Poem Details | by Paula Goldsmith |
Categories: angel, books, death, god, husband, love, wife,

My Passing Husband

Lord, I know I should not ask.
You took my beloved husband.
(God Talking)
I needed him more than you.
One day he will greet you to be with us.
God's heavenly angels are watching over you.
My husband you took
His name in heavenly book
He gave me a look

Date Written: 7/14/2020

Note: The top part of this is a very small part of what I just wrote as a card/letter to a very dear friend. Her husband just died. I had to shorten it for the contest.

Poem Details | by Adeyemi Joshua |
Categories: allegory,

Death Iii

Death Iii
Three o'clock at noon when the sun pierces the water. The gaze of the tree adjust the mood of the atmospehre. He's arriving with a loving notion to take away his tributes. He comes around yet still in his abode. Finally he comes with his throng,to apprehend his friend's debt. He's knocking on his friends door,pulling the locks off their pouch. He goes in cowardly taking the debt off his friend bravely.

He's death,
he his escaping 
with the debt-
the breath of his friend.

Poem Details | by Kurt Ravidas |
Categories: death, house, love, rose,

An accident

You can open your eyes now, darling. Surpise! I bought it two days ago. This is a living room. There will be nursery. There's no furniture in a here yet, except that vase on the floor. Please, put this beautiful white rose in it. One day there will be a hundred of them for the number of years we spend together. And now I suggest we go to a restaurant to celebrate our one-year anniversary. Yep, a bit. Nope, I had only a glass of wine. All right, you drive, sweety.

black rot in the vase
dry rose petals on the floor
dark boarded-up house

Writing Challenge, October- Flower Or Flowers- Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Dear Heart- Wiishkobe Ode

Poem Details | by John Watt |
Categories: death, grief, loss, sympathy,

What Do I Say

How do I comfort a friend who loses the love of her life? My words feel so small, smaller than my tears. Her heart is torn in two and my thoughts of condolence 
emerge fractured and insignificant. What do I say?
when words aren't enough silence presence listening ears let her know you care
[haibun] written 3 Aug 2020

Poem Details | by Lonna Blodgett |
Categories: analogy, eulogy, farewell,

Too Late To Cry

Broken dreams, broken life walking the railroad track.  No destination.  Hold onto what goodness and sanity that was left.  Following his infectious smile worn on a veneered face.  To set aside the sunshine.  Pools of sadness in unwelcome rain invaded his heart's dominion.  Headphones bumping the song of his youth and sting of his tumbling thoughts.  The train from behind came.  Taking him far away from his incongruous existence.

Things being as they should
Weeping washed away by ignorance
Turn up the Music Please

Poem Details | by James Edward Lee Sr. |
Categories: analogy, appreciation, encouraging, feelings, grief, happiness, sorrow,


I can’t see myself my face reflects my joys in the past three years I’ve lost my wife, my job of 22 years. Yet have I still left a mortgage, some bills, no insurance, sadden … why I am yet still smiling you may ask. I ‘m but a sparrow and my God shall provide for me all my every needs
6/22/19 Hey, Write a Happy Haibun Poetry Contest Haibun poetry form only. Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger

Poem Details | by Dave Collins |
Categories: engagement, faith, feelings, friendship, sympathy,


a tristful passing cloud
a tearful winter moon---

Poem Details | by Dave Collins |
Categories: art, class, eulogy, music, poets,


The lark ascending on
an afternoon fawn--
sweet autumn Reverie

Poem Details | by Line Gauthier |
Categories: death, friend, remember, time, tribute,


It was a spectacular autumn Friday afternoon like no other. We hopped in a cab to rush home for a fun night to kick off the long weekend. Less than an hour into it, we had to call an ambulance and that was the end of that. Our best friend was suddenly dying of a brain aneurysm. 

weekend robber
cruel death cometh

AP: Honorable Mention 2020

Submitted on August 11, 2020 for contest LET THE PENS FLOW - HAIBUN sponsored by JENISH SOMADAS

Poem Details | by Kim Rodrigues |
Categories: angel, birth, death,


ANGELS DANCED In evening gowns, with wispy wings, tenderly they twirled, whilst astral handkerchiefs conjoined them — the diamond disco ball, your first sun. Intricacy of threads unwind. Each angel reaps half to dab their eyes, as your born again between the moon and stars — this day began in a confined space. . . now seraphim commend you. the sewing circle — the silver and golden threads waltzing through fingers 8/28/2019

Poem Details | by Emile Pinet |
Categories: 10th grade, 11th grade, 9th grade, christian, faith, god, how i feel,

Beyond Death

At this point in my life, I'm seeking meaning to my existence; and as a man of conscience and heart, with a doubting Thomas attitude toward miracles, faith oft leads to internal conflicts, questioning the morality of blind faith, still, to be fair to myself and others, I have hope, for though I do not know the answer to the question, "what lies beyond death?", I do know, my heart wants to believe it is God.

death is not the end life can be resurrected Jesus is my proof (Haibun) 07/16/2020