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Patricia L Graham
bullying, dark, depression, grief, murder, poverty, time,
The hideous and the humble
Blood peppers falling snow
As world hurtles to the tipping point
Life chokes on ignited air
Wrenching love from hungry mouths
Stars fall without sound
Some weep helpless, day through night
Ever wondering how
Never knowing why ...
america, baby, death, murder, music,
AMERICAN DREAMS SMASHED TO SMITHEREENS
Miss American pie has a dream -
whipped cream of tijuana brass.
Groovy tunes quit on smoking grass.
Frisbee LP like steaming saucers crash.
The homecoming court is plastered.
What could possibly be the matter?
Moon rockets in flight, rock me all night baby.
There were stars in my eyes, as lala land denied.
In my crib the beatles rock me to sleep,
while Tate’s fetus stares at the Helter Skelter light.
Chosen song: American Pie
Amaris Muriel Thomas
allegory, animal, beauty, betrayal, christian, corruption, creation, environment, grief, murder, nature, tiger, tree, tribute,
She prowls the night
with clenched jaw and pride,
nothing able to smite
her remorseless stride.
The ominous reflection of moon
shines forth from devouring eyes
of a nocturnal beauty spun on the loom
of the Creator's bid and sighs.
Grace moves her every limb
and she precedes an enraged scream
caused by ruins of a forest now grim
and held alive by all but one stream.
Her claws prophesy of vengeance
though her heart yearns for reconciliation.
Yet now there would be no leniency
for a soul's annihilation.
Now on journeys through lush valleys and ashes
she will embark
until all that remains after furious thrashes
will be the tigress' mark.
Israel Curtis C.
abuse, dark, death, murder,
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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.
angst, art, french, grave, holocaust, murder, remember,
White like the snow
Ice stiffened limbs
No saviors about
Snow flakes in the wind
I reached and reached and reached
Towards deaths cold hands
Never to see her again
I looked down
Wine of bloods holocaust
Flowing from my hands
Unto the devils abode
Whitest of Pyrenees days
I died beside her departure
Railroad tracks empty
death, murder, mystery,
She's thrice now had a scarlet groom
Adorned in silk this dusty room
She sobbed away sorrows in black
When she discovered the knapsack
In gold and pearls, did sorely lack
And her head and palm greeted, smack!
Like his body met the floor, thwack!
The house empty, less her they track
Hardened heart, hollowed like a tomb
Was it lover's spat or planned doom?
Duo-rhyme? Not quite got the iambic tetrameter down, but I tried.
boyfriend, dark, daughter, death, father daughter, girl, murder,
My daughter is dying and as I'm praying, I'm pleading.
She has been stabbed and I can't stop the bleeding.
An ambulance is on its way but it may not arrive in time.
My daughter wouldn't put out so her boyfriend committed this crime.
If you're wondering how many other people he'll stab, the answer is none.
I'm so enraged that I blew his sorry head off with my sawed off shotgun.
My daughter just died and tears are rolling down my face.
She died for being a respectable girl and it's a disgrace.
(This is a fictional poem)
children, death, december, farewell, murder, school, tribute,
There are no words that we can say,
About the tragedy that happened on that December day.
When an elementary school came under attack
And all those little lives will never come back.
Our hearts cry out and eyes fill with tears,
For the parents who now have to face their worst fears.
Their child is gone taken away
On that tragic December day.
Innocent children from age’s five to ten,
What could they have possibly done to meet such a tragic end.
And to the teachers whose lives were also lost,
You protected the children and paid the ultimate cost.
written by nancy stoy
death, ireland, marriage, murder, river,
Young Ellen Hanley caught John Scanlon’s eye
He was determined that she’d be his wife
Their marriage was cursed and Ellen would die
On the River Shannon she lost her life.
She was a beauty but of lower class
He belonged to a wealthy family
A few weeks later grew tired of the lass
She was found in Shannon’s estuary.
His servant killed Ellen a girl so young
And from a boat threw her over the side
Both men found guilty and from gallows hung
Her dead body washed ashore with the tide.
In Clare there stands a memorial stone
The Colleen Bawn she is now better known.
Written on 28 January 2019
anger, death, fire, grief, hate, murder, sorrow,
Ashes fall like tears of weeping angels to the ground.
Lives were lost and will never be found.
It was when war approached in her heart without a sound.
If she couldn't burn the grief, she would release hell upon this town.
She wore her aching pain like a goddess in a flaming gown.
A queen dressed for battle, she left only her bloodstained crown.
Then her hellish fire was raised burning everything - everyone around.
Were her last words,
"We all fall down."
abuse, baby, daughter, death, dedication, missing, murder,
Did you wake with a smile on your face?
Were you ready to start, set the pace?
Feeling and wanting to just be close?
Are you wand’ring alone as a ghost?
Where were you and why did you go?
Many were looking don’t you know?
Caylee I’m sorry I wasn’t there.
If I were they wouldn’t even dare…
I’m sorry you missed big girl pants….
A father to hold you a hug and a dance…
There won’t be a clown or pony you see.
Only rain and sorrow inside of me.
Every child in the world touches my heart.
Oh so young when they depart.
I’m sure with Sarah you dance and play…
Together forever every day…
There are no tears where you are…
funeral, murder, spoken word,
Marc Antony's funeral oration
Masterpiece of shrewd persuasion
Igniting sundry Romans' fierce desire
To douse 'noble Brutus' life with fire
The screech of claws scratching against my window,
The flickering beams of flashlights reflect into my haunted eyes,
The shivers creep down my spine with feeling of endless fear,
The sound of footsteps in darkness; so cold at night,
The hours become continuous as I begin to panic,
The eery surroundings find its target,
The blood poors heavily as I watch suffering pain,
The stains of deaths medallion forever lays;
upon the victims pillow.
dark, death, desire, horror, murder, poetry, poets,
They once met upon a poetry site,
shared romantic words by computer light.
His poems of rose pedals and floating doves,
her verses of broken hearts and jilted love.
Those touching comments soon lit a fire,
innocent flirting now burning desire.
Their public secrets fanned the embers
and played out before all the members.
Alas unable to contain their lust,
to finally embrace became a must.
Soon they soupmailed their secret plot,
to meet in the nearest Wal-Mart lot.
What happened next no one can fix,
for her light was turned off at Motel Six.
It seems her tall dark poetic stranger,
turned out to be the "Trailer Park Strangler".
Willie A. Buchanan
crazy, dark, death, evil, horror, murder, scary,
The man in the alley is insane.
Syphilis eats at his brain.
All dressed in black,
he is ready to attack.
He stalks in the dark of night,
trying to stay out of sight.
A certain type he wants to find.
Whores,filthy whores screams in his mind !
A door opens at a nearby Inn.
Laughter for a moment and silence again.
The click-clack of heels on cobble stone,
as a woman of the night walks home.
A short scream then a moan,
as flesh is cut from bone.
He can hear the music of wind chimes,
as he stabs fourteen times.
He feels joy at her last breath.
Justification is somehow felt by her death.
Her suffering and demise brings delight,
as he disappears into the night.
Patricia L Graham
abuse, community, death, discrimination, murder, political, social,
Racism ultimately denies someone else's rights and entire existence
Harambe In Heaven
africa, america, angel, betrayal, black african american, death, murder,
I Hold My Head,
abuse, grief, hero, high school, how i feel, murder, soldier,
Sun and sand and beach
Life has some lessons for me
Be all you can be!
May healing come to you soon
And children be safe!
For all you have done
And wherever you may be
May you rest in peace!
addiction, adventure, allusion, anger, art, child, childhood, children, community, corruption, crazy, dark, death, deep, depression, desire, evil, fantasy, fear, freedom, future, gothic, grave, grief, imagination, lust, murder, pain, pollution, poverty, power, sad love, science, society, spiritual, spoken word, visionary,
The innocence is transfusing
the goat skin drums
children of the mills,
children of the junkyard,
and we keep filling them with
mercury, nitrate, espestice, baby bombs
blasted out of their shaved heads
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 – 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.
Micheal G. Weston
absence, anger, death, depression, grave, murder, suicide,
In the dark of the meadow,
Under a tall dogwood tree,
Swinging to and fro,
Is where you'll find me.
Silent - not a sound will I make.
Still - not a breath will I take.
Asleep - never to awake.
In the shadow of fate I'm forever hidden,
Where the light of day is strictly forbidden.
So if you care to find me,
This is where I'll be,
Swinging to and fro,
Hanging from the dogwood tree...
abuse, conflict, death, depression, murder, mystery, night,
Walking alone in the dark
All is silent
Until theres a snap of a twig
Hands come from behind
Holding my neck
I try to scream
The hands grow tighter
I give up fighting
I take a final breath
He lays me in the bushes
My body cold and still
Noone knows who did it
They probly never will
abuse, age, angel, anger, angst, betrayal, childhood, dad, daughter, depression, father daughter, grief, hate, loneliness, lonely, murder, poverty, teen, teenage, women,
I live where angels fear to walk
Don’t ask questions, no one’s gonna talk
Another kid’s innocence is being take
Their thirst for blood will never slacken
Love is something only found in a fairytale
But those don’t comfort, when home is spelled H E L L
Left alone for days on end
Nothing else to do but play pretend
Trying to get lost in a dream
But when that doesn’t help, all you can do is scream
I’ve called the devil by his first name
His eyes are cold, mine are the same
I live where angels fear to tread
By the time you find me, I’ll probably be dead
america, crazy, dark, death, murder, violence, women,
Old man Cowell and boy Ted,
Hardcore and alcohol
unlocked doors in his head.
Midnight’s rage held a speculum,
every one of them became Brooks.
Two escapes and from
a sling, cast or uniform
one beetle shell thinned
apartment and dorm.
Swung and dumped on both coasts,
Dipped a hand in the green river,
and lost count of his ghosts.
Paid part of his debt on a Florida chair.
Rode the Lightning to eternity.
Consumed by what awaited him there.