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Poem Details | by Maureen McGreavy |
Categories: bereavement, bird, muse,

Disappearing Ink


                                A sky without birds ~
                                Is a poem without words


Poem Details | by Mark Toney |
Categories: death, muse, poetry,


my muse and I - riding on the coattails of infinity


Poem Details | by ravi kiran |
Categories: cheer up, death, hilarious, humor, humorous, journey, muse,

Ridicule with death

Is it that time?
my time to go.
do you have a warrant?
wait a while,
till the rain dials down.
Not want to ruin the suit,
need to look my best.
When I meet the under lord,
need to appear my best.
Not want to spend
my afterlife drenched.
if not
can I dry myself 
at the furnace of the hell.
what if?
I go to heaven,
can I pack 
a change of clothes?
Nothing fancy,
long robe and a halo,
may be a scarf too.
let me pack some sausages,
for the long journey ahead.
you seem clueless,
let me talk to your superior,
what is the country code? 
Is it alpha and omega?
no! they put me on hold
to a hold tone,
"Hang it up and see what tomorrow brings."

Poem Details | by Gregory R Barden |
Categories: beauty, bereavement, bird, grief, muse, song,

Red Cap Requiem

a cardinal sang ...

sweet, to send my soul soaring,

til I saw his muse ...

a beautied mate - his one love -

cold and still ... on April snow.

~ 1st Place ~  in the "Let The Pens Flow - Tanka" Poetry Contest, Jenish Somadas, Judge & Sponsor.

( Syllables = 5, 7, 5, 7, 7, counted at )

Poem Details | by Line Gauthier |
Categories: angst, dark, grief, imagination, introspection, muse,


of cerebral gymnastics
entangled musings

Submitted on March 7, 2021 for contest ALL YOURS (MAR 9) sponsored by BRIAN STRAND  -  RANKED 1ST

Originally posted on October 5, 2018

Poem Details | by Allan Koven |
Categories: birth, change, death, life, memory, muse, spiritual,



I came unaware; a heartbeat 
comfortable in place 
forced onto existence 
on a starry night 
before the light began.

time opened up 
and reality flew by
on a memory tapestry
Interwoven signed and
sealed as a solitary life 

from the beginning
to the end, all was  
destined to be remembered
by thoughts alone
creations of vanity
shared in a connected 
cosmic consciousness 
we can only guess at.

CAK 3-25-2013


From birth to death
Life is a creation of unknown origin
intertwined and interrelated
with all earthly things.
existing in the end,
only in memory

Poem Details | by Ngoc Nguyen |
Categories: bereavement, inspiration, leaving, muse, mythology,

To Calliope, Chief of the Nine Muses

My muse sighs and leaves me unwell
     and cuckolds me like faithless love
as if she's ne'er my god or belle,
afflatus or creative breath 
     who came from the summits above
to save me from poetic death!
"Why go, O Calliope!?" I yell;

her leaving brings about such woe
and inexpressible sorrow
     that's too profound, too deep to tell:
I pray to Zeus I'll never know
     this Melancholia of hell!
My muse sighs and takes leave of me,—
I yell, "Why go, O Calliope!?

Poem Details | by Jan Terry |
Categories: death, heaven, mountains, muse, nature, tribute, uplifting,


He sang of nature wild and free
and rode the waves upon the sea.

Found wonder in a bird in flight
and stargazed during the dark of night.

Somewhere above the muse still sings,
lifted high on celestial wings.

His soul flies over the eagle's nest,
as mortal remains are put to rest.

Riding the wind and sky above,
he sings his songs of home and love.

Country roads and apple pie;
he's left the earth to soar the sky.

Released from every earthly care,
I know he's found his mountains there.

The songwriter's gone but the music lives on.

July 5, 2015

Poem Details | by Suyash Saxena |
Categories: absence, adventure, age, analogy, childhood, courage, creation, cry, dark, death, death of a friend, dedication, desire, dream, eulogy, identity, imagination, innocence, inspirational, leaving, life, loneliness, lonely, longing, loss, lost, memory, missing you, mountains, moving on, muse, mystery, nostalgia, sad, society, song, spring, winter, wisdom, words, write, youth,

Last Sonnet

Hither I stand, at crossroads,
And then I gaze, at the yonder end-
The vague horizon from where I began;
And all that I may ever deem
Is that- my days
Have been a waken dream.

Hither I stand, at the edge of my dream;
Then I wonder, at the depth of my trance-
An adventurous journey through the wondrous woods;
An idyllic stroll through the vicissitudinous meadow;
And from the final station as I depart,
All that I can ever say, is that
Perpetuation has been a rouge
Of fleeting phases of my life.

Suyash Saxena 
St. Stephen’s College.

Poem Details | by Abdulhafeez Oyewole |
Categories: africa, america, death, muse, poets, tribute, work,

Sons of Memory

Sons of Memory (For those among you in the soil)

I render this verse to sons of memory
Who have been trailblazers to the history-
In poetry world and many beyond.
I doff my hat to you in your lone ground-
Where words deafen world but dear to your wall.
With all sense of commitment I snowball
For this age to re-elevate your name.
Let it accords your hands the deserved fame
And trails your paths in and out and with lines.
Should this age will spoon satisfactory spines. 

Friday February 28, 2014.

Dedicated to all classical poets and writers of other genres
Who have gone to the great beyond.

Poem Details | by Jimmi Canada |
Categories: analogy, cat, courage, death, dedication, deep, dream, drink, fishing, integrity, ireland, irony, joy, light, lonely, love, motivation, muse, myth, woman,

The story

In a story it will unveil,

in courage it will feel,

on the days when you're out on the wheels-
do not look back at the heels,

and don't knock twice when you've got two doors to peel,

focus in,
and you might white out the right steal...

"Hello Artimus! Aren't you that brat that hangs out at the sailing reels?
Don't you do that cat that likes ferns who 'unlike any mother' never gets to be like the guys in turn... with the wheels..?"

Poem Details | by Kim van Breda |
Categories: death of a friend, devotion, feelings, love, muse, soulmate,


Icon My heart will yearn Forever to have known The soulful gaze and poetic Disposition of a man so unique Exceptional in every way To lie with you just once Perfect soul mate Icon (Written in honor of Kurt Cobain) © Kim van Breda—21 October 2014

Poem Details | by Jimmi Canada |
Categories: allegory, beach, black love, blessing, blue, boat, books, city, feelings, grave, heaven, homework, motivation, muse, myth, proposal, romantic, wind,


It's blisteringly faithfully rot,

it's intangible as it's deserving of all,

so many signs,
and signatures to boot...

The wreathe in the sky,

the tree rotation eye,

end of all eagerness,

dredge of the forced peaceful bliss..

The honorary code time'd and then aged like the rot,

and an evening star,
and a really far far...

Poem Details | by andy thomson |
Categories: death, longing, muse, music, pain, romantic, science,

A Half Life or Radiocarbon Dating

When the carbon -14 is gone from your bones,
And nothing remains but a hull,
I’ll still hold your taste in my dry, empty jaw,
Having etched AHM in my skull
As the sun will not shine
And my heart will decay
No more will an N
Feel the sweet cosmic rays
Until all I can do is play along, quiet
As all that I say will be wrong, or defiant
Every chemical taken,
In hopes they might calm me,
Become but an agent,
To embalm and prolong the - wait
I can't wait for the times when I'll see you again,
Though, each time I'll be secretly flooded with pain
A Gala, Penelope, Laurie, a muse
And all of this, a cold fuse

Poem Details | by Ag Ki |
Categories: absence, age, anger, angst, conflict, confusion, death, depression, emo, emotions, first love, goodbye, inspiration, journey, loneliness, lonely, longing, loss, lost love, love, muse, music, wisdom, writing,


If I hold on to strings,
That tend to slip away,
Does that mean I love things,
That I know will never stay?
If I hang on to a love, 
that just holds me down,
Does that mean that my wings,
Won’t get me off the ground?
If I hold on to lies,
That I only half believe,
When I look in your eyes,
Will you look back at me?

Poem Details | by Jessica VH |
Categories: birth, death, introspection, life, muse, philosophy, self,


I am bare; entropy skinned to misery.
I do not see the point of death,
If death is never consciously met.

And when instead
We revert to less than an abstract glint;
A pregnant thought that was never dreamt.
And when our flesh returns to earth,
As residual of insentient rebirth.

The unborn know death when there is nothing to know.
The voice inside still digs out to grow
For perspective as seen from infinity below,
With all this eternity and nowhere to go.

Poem Details | by Chantelle Anne Cooke |
Categories: body, death, moon, muse,

Grook Poetry Pulse

Moon wax drips words as light inspires
Shall we seal the wax with our soul before we expire?
We are all half-human, half-death
Shall we generate a genesis of a poetry pulse empire? 

February 12th 2016

Poem Details | by Gail Foster |
Categories: absence, death, inspiration, loss, muse, poetry, psychological,

My Muse Has Gone

So help me God, my muse has fled
Number me among the lost and dead
Take my ribbons out and shave my head
My muse has fled

Prepare a shroud, my muse has left
Wind me well within its warp and weft
Hide me deep within some rocky cleft
My muse has left

Burn all my words, my muse has gone
Turn to ash the page I wrote upon
Throw it to the winds and you go on
My muse has gone

© Gail Foster 30th August 2016

Poem Details | by J.W. Earnings |
Categories: deep, grief, hope, muse, psychological, stress, word play,

Invisible Shadows

Took me a few minutes to write 7 they are:

You left me hallow
I hope you know to let go
Go show some last glow

You like to bestow
Remorse and sighs of worries
Stress you shouldn’t feel

Distress I’ll throw out
If you'd just let me somehow
Hope away the doubt

Let the sun shine down 
Invisible shadows' shade
To drown out the frown

Disappointments dim
Our faith in dark times like these 
Sometimes, shame will win

I can’t completely
Help you unless you let me
Please know I still care

I will listen more
Be your hoped-for reflection 
Shun out the shadows

Poem Details | by Arcene Janvier |
Categories: imagination, inspirational, life, mystery, song-sympathy, uplifting,


I am the confidant of many, 
a healer of weary souls, 
they come to me with questions, 
and tales of their ample woes. 

I advise and console their broken,
and bleeding hearts, 
for I know how it feels,
to be ripped and utterly torn apart. 

What can one so humble as I;
I often conclude with query short and sweet; 
do for a true master-poet; 
who muses others as he speak?

Poem Details | by joan pond |
Categories: bible, desire, devotion, inspiration, muse, recovery from, sympathy, wisdom, world,

Blind Faith

I look for a sign.
If I could see His footprints, 
or some honest to God relics, 
like a lock of His hair
or the ring He wore.
If the LaBrae Tar pit were filled 
with haloes and harps
I could believe.
If there was a place like Graceland 
where I could
touch His bathrobe and bedroom slippers,
my faith 
wouldn’t have to be 
so blind.

Poem Details | by ravi kiran |
Categories: dark, death, humorous, muse,

Skinny reaper

Hey! Dear Grim Reaper, tell me your secret.
How is it that you are so skinny?
even after devouring so many souls.
Is it the scythe. May I PLEASE borrow it for later.
I have chicken for dinner tonight. 
To skim the meat clean of the fat,
Give me your recipe.
Or is it the wine that goes with your kill?
Is it Merlot or sauvignon blanc? 
Don't tell me it is from the workout,
you get from hunting your prey... :P

Poem Details | by Christopher Orman |
Categories: age, conflict, death, deep, desire, destiny, dream, earth, future, god, happiness, life, lust, memory, muse, philosophy, poetry, self, spiritual, time, trust, youth,

All the World a Stage

What is happiness but a beautiful act?
on a tightrope strode alone feigning bravery
flaunting its audience gifted talents lack?
while time proceeds its merciless journey
it’s senselessness never peering back?
like in dreams lucidness its arts beauty
confines self heedlessly to thoughts forgotten
whisked away in days languor like perfumes sweet lilac
once a memory mirrored of youths reachy lusts
but if not time whose candor trust, its essence humbles the stage 
the soul bares wounds exchanged for loves bribery
rested in Promethean's casket his undying name
until earth’s fate ignites its survival aflame…

Poem Details | by Jerrell Jones |
Categories: bereavement, heartbroken,

Gone Muse

My muse has gone away.
Leaving me to say:
I miss her whispered touch
On what had meant so much;
I miss her kiss of proof
On what I thought was truth;
But, most of all I miss
How she healed blame with bliss.

Poem Details | by Steve Eng |
Categories: death

The Muse of Immolation

Black wings are beating a sharp tattoo,
A-tattering on your skull.
A raven is perched on all of you
There is:  a bone-white hull.

The love of your youth, she floats in mist.
Your triumphs and brave defeats
And manhood expire.  No dreams exist.
Just bones, where the black wing beats