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Poem Details | by Robert Valentine |
Categories: deathme,

An Ode to the Angel of Death

What manner of an angel be
my love, who standeth here?
Such beauty did I never see
in any Earthly year.
What mighty magic has she cast
to make me love her so,
that if I should for aeons last,
still with her I shall go?
What wonders lay beneath her breast
and weigh my heart like stones?
These eyes of mine did never rest
on any sweeter bones.
What better end have I to meet
than ‘fore my Lady break me
to lift me in her embrace sweet
and to her darkness take me?


Poem Details | by Rob Schulteis |
Categories: anxiety, beauty, cancer, death, love,

With Angels Wings

"With Angels Wings"

The whispering winds, a song they sing

A song of sorrow and of a heart so big 

Your love reaches as far as the eye can see

I believe in dreams because in my heart, you beat

Just as a gentle breeze shimmers every leaf

Your love, in every heart, plants a seed

Elegance, love and hope is what grows beneath

And this is your gift to us....

For safe keeping.

So...if you ever wonder why heaven sings

It's because now you fly...

      With Angels Wings

Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: abuse, allah, death, evil, hate,

ISIS

You can behead an unarmed man
You can rape a defenseless woman
You can blow up an innocent child

You can burn a book, or 1000's
Attempt to erase history
Spit on the culture of mankind

Here is what you will never do
You will never catch Charlie Brown
Or behead Allah the almighty

You are an army
Of no hearts
Of no heads

The army of the evil living dead

Poem Details | by Mike Martin |
Categories: brother, death, emotions, grief,

I Can Only Wish

I buried my boys today
Thirteen wasn't bad enough
What a pain in my heart
It's mine now, gone from them
They suffer no more

More than a hundred years
Barely seen half of that
I can only wish
Brothers to the very end
I can only wish

Love to take my boys out
Take them out all day
Take them to the running field
Run the while away
I can only wish

Love to buy my boat back
Buy it back all day
Wish I had my old boat
Wish I’d fish today
If I could only fish


Poem Details | by Rachel Mathews |
Categories: angst, confusion, sad, sympathy, teen,

Welcome To My Life

I'm dying in this slow decay of the senses.
Senseless agony consumes my mind.
Eating my soul until I'm gray.
Gray like the leaves at your funeral.
The day the color faded and beauty went away.
The sky is falling, 
But, only on me.
As the Heavens are calling,
They tell me to leave.
But don't put your faith, your faith in me.
Don't trust fate,
For nothing is meant to be.
The slow silent squeezing of my petrified soul.
I left my heart with the sugar,
In the bottom of the bowl.
The wounds of the mind,
Based solely on the knife.
Look for my flaws and you'll always find....
Welcome to my life.

Poem Details | by Gideon Idudje |
Categories: absence, care, death, mother,

Ode to momma

She sells items of meager income,
such as;
Soap-flakes, peanuts, 
soft drinks, bakeries.


Not to make profit 
but at least rich enough
To feed the family of gold.

my mummy’s little outlet,
 is the bachelor’s pride.
The young men,
stride in and out 
at will to the little corner,
to make themselves
 fit for the kitchen,
 borrow for the belly,
save for the day, 
and pay for the morrow.

Its chokes to notice 
You re gone
Red is still the 
Colours of the blood
In our heart eyes
Though skin varies
Love you Momma.
The blackness 
Of your skin 
Is it strength



2ND PLACE WIN
I Can't Breathe
Richard Lamoureux

5/29/2020

Poem Details | by Peter Dome |
Categories: dedication, dream, fantasy, happiness, home, horse, life, memory, native american, nature, people, places, sympathy,

Free as the wind Ode to native American Indians

Oh how I wish
I could set free
the native American Indian
with pride and dignity
taking them back
across the great open plains
to their sacred home
in the lush green vallies
where buffalo are plentiful
and roam
so the Indians can live in peace
one with nature once more
where the eagles soar
setting them free as the wind
wild untameable as a magnificent stallion
running toward the setting sun.





Peter Dome.copyright.2012.

Poem Details | by cecil hickman |
Categories: death, dedication, life, nature, social,

Ode to O possum

O possum, lying on the road.
Why did you leave your abode?
Are you sleeping or dead?
I see trauma, but no red.
O possum, did you look both ways.
Or were you blinded, by displays.
O possum, lying on the road.
I write your ending ode.
Were you sick, was this suicide.
Or were you pushed, in assisted suicide.
O possum, lying on the road.
To what is your death, to be owed?
One less creature, on this earth,
Your passing is not a dearth.
O possum, you did have such pride.
Know now, my soul deeply cried.

Poem Details | by Shadow Hamilton |
Categories: appreciation, death, sad,

Cilla Black

Do not fear now the time has come
remember with pride her success.
She will never truly die while on
lives her music and her songs.

We will always remember her 
with love and delight as always
she touched a nations heart
bringing us her special magic.

Cilla I grew up to your music
watched you in surprise, surprise.
You represented the best of our
small island and spread joy in all.

Dear lady, rest now in peace
the wrench to our hearts
will keep you alive for many years.
Bless you for all you gave us.

Poem Details | by JP Hugo |
Categories: bereavement, dad, goodbye, grief, hurt, i miss you, suicide,

My Son

As a tear runs down my cheek
the world might see me as weak.
But a pain that has no end
devours me day and night
until I feel spent,
useless, a candle without light.

Could I have done more?
Why didn't I dig to the core?
If only I made that last call
maybe I would have seen
his ultimate brick wall
How different things could have been.

But now is the hour to let go
Time to fight my own foe
allow him the peace and rest
Only has he forgone me
His sun setting in the west
a short while before my own will be.

Poem Details | by Desiree Tatarazuk |
Categories: introspection, sympathy, thank you,

Janitors Broom

the janitors' broom,
it sweeps every room,
under each desk,
cleaning up the mess,
it never complains,
leaving a clean environment for our brains,
this broom is on a mission,
without recognition...

Poem Details | by Mike Martin |
Categories: political, racism, slavery,

Death of a Legend

You’ve heard of eeny meanie
How he died a fitting death
He had more fame, it seems to me
Than Shakespeare or Macbeth

Held accountable he was
After capture and a bounty
For the sins Stephen Duncan
Boss of Issaquena County

Too bad for mister miney mo
He’ll have to pay the price
Out to the Mississippi Bridge
We’d love to hang him twice

Held to dangle by the toe
So that everyone would know
Said the slaven to the hangman
If he hollers let him go
Copyright © Mike Martin 2015

Poem Details | by Annalee Pierce |
Categories: death

Ode to Dobby the House Elf

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 Nikhil Singh |
Categories: animal, bangla, black african american, cancer, chocolate, death,

Ode to India

I like to eat curry
It's funny in my tummy
But then I turn really smelly!

Poem Details | by Cheryl Chandler |
Categories: celebration, death, death of a friend, dedication, mother, mother daughter, mothers day,

Memorial Tribute

Mother you,
Mother you so beautiful your are.
Mother you,
Sweet mother you are to me precious.
Mother you, Mother you are,
Mother you are the world to me.
Mother your gracious, Mother you are.
Mother you have always been my super star.
Mother you, Mother you are.
Mother you are now resting in the arms of Jesus.
Mother you I miss you so very much.
Mother you are my mommy, Oh how I love you so very much.
Mother how much in sorrow I am left in this world without you.
Mother you, mother you are to me.
Mommie you are, my mother you are. 
Mother I will always love you.
My Mother,
Peggy Ann Chandler.
You are you.

God Bless You
I will always miss
and love you.



Poem Details | by kitty jones |
Categories: celebration, dark, grief, happiness, how i feel, pain, sorrow,

Ode to Joy Life Brings



                                         Ode to Joy Life Brings.
                                              By: Kitty Jones
                                                11-24-1994

The pain the sorrow
I’ll get over tomorrow
Oh what joy life brings.
Here today
Gone tomorrow
In my life there is no sorrow.
I try to be insensitive
To all you’re wants and needs
And when you have an open wound
I try to make you bleed.
What is hope?
What is laughter?
What is happily ever after
The pain the sorrow
I’ll get over tomorrow
Oh what joy life brings.

Poem Details | by Torian Lockett |
Categories: allegory, art, black african american, devotion, education, faith, funeral, life, love, mystery, nostalgia, religion, science, visionary

Pyramid-Maker

From a three-sided angle
Astrological purpose is unmangled
Triangle on top
Square on the bottom
Bright halo around God
Our tears fill His bottle
A Pyramid is a monument to death
A Tabernacle of wealth
Which comes into effect
When there's no longer breath
Is it mourning or celebration in stealth
Beyond Technology
Architectural prophecy
Geometrical philosophy
The place where Kings and Queens lay
Buried on a sun-disk
Dedicated to Day
The final form to decay
Hands form this shape
When they're positioned to pray.

Poem Details | by Carlene Simpson |
Categories: death, life, spiritual,

RIP Uncle - Ode to the late 'Vasco Lee Diah' 1948-2014

Illness we anticipate, but death we fear.
If dead, we cease to be.....
in total disbelief.
Swallows up life's brief existence.
Like summer gusts, so sudden.....
birth, then doom.  
One's beginning and end alone doth it declare.
But are we whole of being?
If the breath alone be 'life' itself,
If even a soul like Vasco can know death.
Oh man! Thou body wasteless.
With it's strange purposes and dreaded activities...
whilst he gazed on eternity.
Retreating slowly, with meditative pauses, he formed with peaceful hands unconsciously.....
and then, he was gone.

These costless expressions of my shadowy self.
Be sad! Be glad! Be neither!
There is no reason why!

Poem Details | by Daniel Human |
Categories: death, home, life,

The last drop of love

As I picked up the glass
I felt its weight
I felt its coolness
Its perfect smoothness
So where does gravity find a grip? 

As I sipped the wine
I tasted aromas deep
I tasted the sun on rounded grapes
Grown in distant, romantic landscapes
So how did the taste get to travel?

As I saw the light reflected red
I saw the rings of colour
I saw the glow, I saw the faded pallor
In the edges of the light
So why did the light leave no mark? 

And as I turned to weightlessness
And became a deathly stench
I turned into eternal light
My hand being firmly clenched
So why are You taking me home? 

Poem Details | by Andrei Manzon |
Categories: dark, death, farewell, goodbye, gothic, heaven, sorrow,

To Death

Alas! We meet again!
We held fist against each other back then,
But once more now I see you,
And I am more than ready too.

Conceding to you my life,
For this conflict cannot be ceased by strife,
You are with the Almighty Divine,
And I thank you for the gift of extended Time.

Alas! My friend depart with me,
Guide me and give me the chance to be free,
Free from the clutches of life and its reality,
Grant me the feeling of eternal glee.

To my friends I say to you all,
Do not see my death as my own downfall,
For I am happy with my old friend who visits me now and then,
Let him do as he pleases for this is the fate of all men.

Poem Details | by Susan McDermott |
Categories: absence, cat, death, grave, parody, poetry, tribute,

Ode to my Gerbil

I’m scum, I know, I am an ***
I knew through cardboard you could pass

You chewed and chewed a great big hole,
I wish I knew you had a soul

You ran and laughed, but what you saw
It stomped you flat, it was a paw

That cat, he smirked and ate you raw
He stuffed you in his great big maw

My dear sweet babe, I won’t forget,
Your tiny life and what you met

The fault is mine, and I must pay,
Though when and how, I cannot say

The day will come, my life’s all done,
Until that time I’ll have no fun

Poem Details | by Cody Blake |
Categories: animal, appreciation, death,

An ode to the dog on the side of the road

Oh how it struck me so..
the dog on the side of the road..

You have all been enslaved by self gain and judgement...
Why waste time?
What is sane?
and Who's to blame?
Oh how It struck me so!
The dog on the side of the road..

Look into those eyes...the feeling to know everything dies...
So sad that we only insist on the pursuits of our own...
Might as well let this world burn,
humanity will never discern....
Oh how It stuck me so...
The dog on the side of the road...

Poem Details | by Divine Atabod |
Categories: death, depression, destiny, evil, judgement, psychological, remembrance day,

DEATH

       DEATH
                                                    
Paddle round the world,
Born in one destiny,
The three in one trinity,
Reckon dust, death pave our eternity,
Gathered in one phenomenon and gentility,

Ah Mr. Death, knows none nor age,
wrage old and young in ravage,
Vital instrument you kill,
Beyond couldn’t see,
Oh death thy ways are meek and slow,
Your did harden to be known,
Tears can’t hold the dress it stains;
Death has taken its place.

By Divine  Atabod


Poem Details | by Rene Carter |
Categories: boat, death, friendship, lonely, loss,

Ode to My Boat

On a sunny day
You give me shade
You carry me 
Throughout the waters
Taking me where I must go

On a winters day
You give me shelter
Keeping me warm 
In a sky
Full of wind and storm

On a good day
We sail
We laugh
We dance on the fields of ocean 
Without a care 
Or cloud in the sky

On a bad day we wait
For the storm to pass
And you keep me afloat
When I cannot swim

When the day comes 
That you cannot sail
Or cannot dance
I will lay with you 
And wait
For your wooden frames 
To come apart

And I will sing to you 
As the storm
Comes 
To pull you in

Poem Details | by Kanu Ekpezu |
Categories: death, , literature,

ODE TO LITERATURE

There is a fact known,
A fact not meant to be so.
A fact we know,
Though here we fight for it being better.
For literature, I am seeing her  in a coma,
And writing in a mortuary
While I did see Drama insane,
I see prose, bedridden,
Then for poetry, I weep,
For she is at her grave side.
Someone should help her, I pray,
Maybe us, I think.
My best I attempt,
But would it be enough?
I ask.
For all it need is a miracle.
A miracle strong and powerful.

KANU EKPEZU