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Poem Details | by
Timothy Hicks |
Categories:
blue, childhood, dad, father son, grief, identity, innocence,
You left without saying goodbye
and now I'll never know what it was like,
to have you teach me, eye to eye.
You left without saying goodbye.
Now who will show me how to ride a bike
or chide me when I tell a lie?
You left without saying goodbye
and now I'll never know what it was like.
NOTE: Fictional.
Yet again, another old poem, but have some newer ones in the back-burner. There are so many things to write about, if only one is in the mood and state of mind to organize those thoughts into something tangible and readable.
Poem Details | by
HEATHER ROE |
Categories:
death, fear, holiday, urban, house, house,
In a house of darkness
you should not hear a sound
but while I lye here in my bed
there's noises all around.
Doors are squeaking
floors are creaking,
shutters banging loud.
The wind is blowing,
voices flowing,
rain is pouring down.
In a house of darkness
you should not see a thing
but while the lightning strikes,
everything is plain.
Shadows dancing on the wall,
a lady walking in the hall,
a child playing with a ball,
a man that had a bloody saw
but to someone, I cannot call,
for there's no one here,
no one at all.
BY HEATHER ROE
Poem Details | by
Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
death,
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
doctor “says”
she will
die.
Not
willing
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
Poem Details | by
Charlotte Zuzak |
Categories:
death, people, sad, house, house,
Lettie died, the house is empty,
No one in the family left.
Flowered sheets once used as curtains
Faded now by brilliant sunlight
Rot and crumble to the floor.
Beer and Coke cans thrown at windows,
No one seems to care;
The lock is broken, all may enter
Look! the bed where Lettie died!
The front porch sags where Lettie sat
Passing all her summer days
Diabetic and overweight,
Withdrew from life when Mama died.
Noisy tots on tricycles
Pump their legs to get on by;
The house of ghosts, or so says Grandma,
Restless souls who cannot sleep.
Poem Details | by
Charles Barry |
Categories:
absence, death, house,
The Stain of Death
Going into that terrible place
A living dust-bin, black bags
With clothes and books inside
No sign of individuality
Packs and stacks of anonymity
Nothing there to define her personality
But a big stain of vomit on the inside of the toilet
There she made her mark in her last hours
Nothing else in her house of horrors that lets you know
She ever lived there
And even that vile stain is only a sign that
She died there
Poem Details | by
Laura Leiser |
Categories:
baby, betrayal, death,
What of life? What of death? Clinical murder under investigation.
With cruel calculation, the doctor splits the fetus into sections.
A "little boy's" leg jerks reflexively, a helpless human specimen.
Dreaming of riches, she coldly mutilates, a chilling death sentence.
Written on 9/21/2015
Poem Details | by
Annalee Pierce |
Categories:
death
Rest in peace, you loyal elf
You surely will be missed
You were shining in our darkest hour, a candle
Lit despite the storm
We buried you beneath the sand
Where you reside so
Tranquilly
Because in your last moments, you were free
Free at last
Poem Details | by
Courtney Courtney |
Categories:
beauty, character, death, death of a friend, depression, desire, faith, family, farewell, fear, god, goodbye, grave, happy, heaven, holiday, home, house, husband, image, inspiration, inspirational, leaving, loneliness, lonely, longing, lost love, love, marriage, men, miss you, missing, missing you, pain, passion, patriotic, prayer,
Open your eyes to the ever turning skies
I want to here with me through the night
My heart yearns into your soul
Burning as if newly lit coal
I bravely submerg the embers
That the time I have can be spent with you
And I remember each kiss every moment
I was caught in your love that for just this day I remember
So what happened was a chance for your love
A time that I kept in a locket tied with a kiss
I wanted you to feel, to love, to slumber
And to awake in my arms with that times kept bliss
I lay silient in an umber
Poem Details | by
Miche Ulman |
Categories:
abuse, addiction, anger, betrayal, body, bullying, childhood, cry, dad, dark, death, depression, eulogy, evil, family, farewell, father, fear, feelings, grave, grief, growing up, hate, heartbroken, horror, house, jealousy, loneliness, loss, lost, me, murder, mystery, night, pain, parents, sad, sin, smile, society, sorrow, stress, suicide,
In the attic, above wooden floor,
through the hallway of psychotic, locks upon my door,
near the broken window and glass of the sore,
hiding in the shadows,
bloodstains on the wall.
Number nine,
house at the end of the street,
where lights are low,
where silent never sleep.
Poem Details | by
Ken Duddle |
Categories:
death, house, places,
In the light of the ghostly moon
Through the whispering of the trees
The old house is deadly quiet
As the Lady walks the night.
The dark house oversees
With wise and open eyes
The still graveyard sleeps on.
As the Lady walks the night.
Many secrets are to be found
Under the gravestones so cold
But no one dares to ask why
The Lady walks the night.
Poem Details | by
Matt Forshay |
Categories:
death, horror,
As the staircases creak
The noise echoes and scares
Worried spirits may haunt and sneak
Hearing the drip drop
Afraid it's not the rain
That comes from all around
Feeling a chill in the air
It's not the weather outside
Is it spirits to bring fear
Then comes the night
Feel a hand's cold touch
There's no one in sight
The hand reaching out
It must be a demon
You begin to shout
Behind you eyes appear
It must be a Spector in the dark
You can see no body there
Consumed by fright
Run while screaming
From this house that night
Poem Details | by
Katie Telling |
Categories:
grave, home,
Ashes drift
to the ground
like black snow,
and smoke curls
upward from
the rubble like
ghostly figures
emerging from the
grave.
A skeleton now looms
in the clearing,
surrounded by heaps
of its charred flesh.
Poem Details | by
TAMMY REAMS |
Categories:
body, dark, death, destiny, freedom, imagery, journey,
Shattered and cracked this house is but a shack
too much light as it tries to attack the sun burning upon my back
No door to enter or even a window in the center
no form of escape as the earth starts to quake
Millions of pieces flutter all around
cutting me deeper as they rest upon the ground
With pain I have endured the time is growing near
for freedom at last I have found a cure
Resting beneath the ground
my headstone reads ' I'm Homeward Bound.'
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Poem Details | by
Gwendolen Song |
Categories:
absence, eulogy, poverty,
~THE OLD HOUSE ON HOOVER STREET~
There it sat empty and sad
Windows shattered and the bottom one boarded up
There it sat helpless and alone
No one there to protect its contents
A shabby two story on one of the most sinful streets in these parts
A dilapidated shack with its heart ripped out
Who dare go there now but demons and bats?
Why would anyone want to step foot into this hell hole of a trap?
Bring the bulldozers in I say!
Bull doze this bad memory of someone’s life!
Rats are scampering about on its main floor
Bulldoze the pain of this once old house
Allow someone to rebuild another with a fresh new dream
Gwendolen Rix
9-1-14
Poem Details | by
JAN ALLISON |
Categories:
bereavement, house, memory, parents,
Mum, I never dreamed our lives would be so tough
I want to run away, I’ve just about had enough
Once you had a husband and you were a wife
Now we’re clearing out relics of your life
For six months now you’ve been in a home
Dad has passed away but you are never alone
Now the house has been sold and we must clear
All those precious things you once held so dear
We’ve got to be strong and see it right through
Sadly it’s a difficult job we have got to do
We cannot continue to hold onto the past
Still our memories remain and forever will last
29th August 2015
Poem Details | by
Autumn Patrick |
Categories:
conflict, death, hate, house,
Evil is among them,
Or so it truly seems.
Lies afflicting witches,
Is what holds the town of Salem at bay.
Abigail's mistake quickly turns into a terrible mess,
that leads to eternal damnation.
They tell the town that witches are among them,
to gain privileges that others cannot.
John and his wife have kept a cold house,
because of John's choice to lay with another.
The lies continue for days and days,
and people in the town of Salem even start to hang.
Abigail's lie leads her to control the town,
But what she doesn't know now is that she will eventually go down.
Poem Details | by
Teddy Kimathi |
Categories:
dark, death, fear, horror, house, imagery, violence,
Everyone knows where the key is….
Yes, the key to open the door that separates
vile darkness from ordinary darkness,
when the lights are out.
No one wants to open the door.
No one is brave enough to open up a history
that ought to be undisturbed,
in its pristine state.
The exorcists have blessed water,
that they intend to sprinkle on the room’s walls,
which once was sprinkled with blood,
akin to a slaughterhouse. The room smelled
of blood, death and violence.
Whenever they get close,
the walls groan,
as though they are alive. Disturbing mist
envelops their feet, as whispers
ooze out.
The room seems to insist
it wants to be locked….forever!
Poem Details | by
Tanner Anderson |
Categories:
cry, death, depression, emotions, writing,
Searching for a message, one that I could only see.
I looked in the closet, hoping for a piece of me.
Digging through a wreckage looking for the key.
Walking down these hallways, dark and incomplete.
Faded paint and broken glass, blood stains cover the floor.
Dead grass across a lawn filled with empty spaces.
The Clouds above grow closer, as Darkness takes over day.
Memories fade as the cold sets in.
Alone and Desperate for some hope and faith.
We die without knowing of our true fate.
Poem Details | by
CAROL ANN CROWLEY |
Categories:
death,
One night while sitting in my home
I thought I heard someone moan
Am I hearing things cause Im alone
But then a picture fell off my shelf
Just a coincidence,I told mysef
Now I hear footsteps outside my door
Then a creaking on my bedroom floor
I see her now standing next to me
I close my eyes, no this cannot be
All dressed in red and quite dead
As she hovers next to my bed
I hear her whisper in my ear
Take my hand, come my dear
You really have nothing to fear
I let out a scream filled with fright
And then she vanished into the night.
carolann crowley 9/5/2019
Poem Details | by
Mona Karaki |
Categories:
courage, death, flower, garden, home, house, visionary,
With strong feet i step into the battlefield
A gun in my hand behind gods shield
Leaving the dearest to my heart behind
I see the flowers at the side of the mourning streets
A part burned a part of them weeps
Sounds of thunder fall down from the sky
But i keep on moving with my eyes wide open
trying to keep my head up high
At some point i remember the smell of peace
At home in my garden where birds used to sing
I'll face death just to be born again
I will kill death with my own bare hands if i can
And if death might lay me down for an endless sleep
I'll wake up in my garden right at the centre of my dreams
And death in both ways i will defeat
Poem Details | by
Mydavolu Venkatasesha Sathyanarayana |
Categories:
childhood, daughter, children, husband, mother, on work and working, people, sad, social, sympathy, uplifting,
I looked one more time at the scar
on her pretty forehead.
Our house-maid’s sweet little daughter.
She is just four years old.
Endured many scares and black scars
along with mother, so bold
facing tantrums of sot-father.
She is just four years old.
Today came she with news to share.
With puerile fervor told
“Becomes bride my father’s sister!”
She is just four years old.
“He is as strong as a wild boar
good groom; not a drunkard.”
Shocked; saw those deeper inner scars.
She is just four years old.
Poem Details | by
William Robinson |
Categories:
allegory, death, life, time, house, house,
This house of mine is getting old;
Its paint is chipped and peeling.
The roof has leaks, the chimney leans,
And there are cracks across the ceiling.
Foundation's gone, the floor sags
Almost beyond repair.
This house of mine is falling down,
But, somehow, I don't care.
This house has been subjected to
Abuse in many forms.
It stood the test for years and years,
And has weathered countless storms.
This house of mine is property
On which I can't improve.
This house of mine is getting old,
But, soon, I'm going to move.
Poem Details | by
Timothy Barry |
Categories:
absence, addiction, anger, bereavement, blue, confusion, dream, how i feel,
Sitting in a circle square
resolute to share our pain
life as kiddies was not fair
each salute did slice a vain
Dark denial was our training
both true and false fell deep
as the blows they came a raining
none of us did peep
The memories they start to heat
like some old lava lake
as a gaggle we retreat
cause all we knew was fate
So now we have no room to land
no space to call our own
none of it was even planned
no place was ever home
See a plot of land just there
all emerald well defined
grant it lord and well be square
just like you were so kind
Poem Details | by
Joseph Jeremiah Naye |
Categories:
eulogy,
Tambourines in the air,
Whistles and bustles in a
rhyme.
In the house of Chloe,
Melodies of the heart.
A reenactment in the farm house
of old
rhythms.
Grand mother's tongue in cheek,
She is gone,
Gone home to be with the lasses
Free from the world of the masses.
The house of Chloe never the same
again.
Mirth and laughter gone through the
back door.
Enter the dragon with sternness and
a rod.
Not to be spared for our scrawny behinds
my mama.
The house of Chloe has changed course
never the same again.
Poem Details | by
JAN ALLISON |
Categories:
child, grief, house, sad,
On their wedding day
Carried across the threshold
Now nursery door is closed
Mother softly sobbing
Her newborn baby was stillborn
Such a sad sad sight
Peeling paint, broken hinges
Couldn’t bear the memories
They had to move away
Crumbling relics of times gone by
Jan Allison
16th July 2014
Written for Door to a Wayra Contest Sponsored By Nette Onclaud
~Awarded 4th Place ~