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Poem Details | by Rick Parise |
Categories: autumn, death,

In Silence

And so it was that Autumn would die with a gust of wind she said goodbye Of love mortal she sits subdued sipping remnants of death imbued With curtains drawn she lie in rest in silent prose she relived each breath of life abandoned of weary roads where Winter's freeze would glisten alone And so it was that Autumn had gone in the lonely grips of winter without a song

Poem Details | by Michael Jordan |
Categories: death, family, health, history, life, loss, lost love, love, natural disasters

Black Sunday {Personification in Couplet form}

I was as high as the eyes could see
A giant dark cloud of pure misery

I seemed to roll as one with the wind
A giant black wall that had no end

I stripped the land and left it bare
Of the lives I destroyed, I didn’t care

Those who stayed I covered in dust
As their children died I broke their trust

From my hell many families did flee
Left to wander homeless in misery

I changed the word these words are true 
Black Sunday brought darkness on you

I didn't see any direct link but just goggle
pictures of the dust bowl and you will see
what i have written for Brian's Contest.
The Dust Bowl - Alexandre Hogue - 1937

Poem Details | by Tshego Khumalo |
Categories: death

Beautiful Day

She comes along
Dressed in her golden flowing 
Her skin adorned in pure white 
She carries grace down to her 
Her presence echoes rest in 

She comes to me
Gently she whispers
My innerness shivers
Softly she kissed me
Her pure essence lingers
She brings to me  endless 
I find the nerve to take her 
Our path exudes serenity
Divine to all eternity 

She's beautiful in every way
Don't think of this as my last 
And when I'm gone, don't shed 
no tear
Though flesh my rot beneath 
my wreath
This angel held my soul at 

Poem Details | by Babatunde T Ogunsiku |
Categories: death, mystery, people,


With instincts
Distinct in its' precinct
It lies low
Flies above
And remains aloft
Full of power
It moves about
To and fro it goes
Until it finds its prey
Rich or Poor
Cowardly or Bold
Master or Servant
Weak or Mighty
In its physical form
It was defeated
In its abstract
It was unseen
And hovers 
Around its prey
Until the time is come
The die is cast
And the command is 
The soul is taken
As the line is cut
That connects
Life to the body
A tear to many
A joy to others
A curse to some
A blessing in disguise
It is to you 
What you choose it to 

Poem Details | by Sidney Beck |
Categories: death, insect,



Kind of a party, a get-together for friends,
Free wheeling, snacking here and there  -
You know how it goes.

Warm afternoon - moist - ideal weather:
Some of the guys had already dropped in,
More had said they were coming
Just before the rain;
There was a real buzz in the air
In the crowded kitchen.

She was a pretty woman, gentle-faced, quiet.
I had been after her  all afternoon  -
A touch on her arm, a nibble of her neck  -
Seems  I went too far - you know.

A rolled-up newspaper appeared in her hand.
It came down on my head.
The whack of the smack
Was the last thing I heard.


Poem Details | by Lillian Twolsky |
Categories: beautiful, birth, grief, heartbroken, light, sky, star,

I'm a Star

Once I was just pieces of dust,
Then I fell,
Gravity of my sadness changing me,
Tears fused me together,
And now I am who I am today,
A light to many worlds,
Once broken pieces,
But now a star.

Poem Details | by Steph Gibeault |
Categories: beauty, bereavement, day, death, emotions, people,

Old Man

Sitting in a rocking chair
Staring out the window
The old man thinks quietly
Of all the people he used to know

He waits for someone that will see
And want to know his history
Cause from his window, the old man stares
For someone who knows him, and might even care

He thinks of the day when he will die
A few people will show, but no one will cry
People wonder who the old man is
But no one knows of the life he lives

He imagines all the things he would like to do
If he had a normal life like me and you
But every day he stays at home
Tired, weak and all alone

Poem Details | by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories: grief,

Tree Wants More Hours with Moon

moon watched the man 
wondering at his intent
man stared back without feelings
on autopilot unaware of his plight

tree gave man counsel
without effort, but always caring
oak handles grief and mourning
gives hugs

time oozed slowly into day
carrying himself until he had a glimpse of a sun
it had been a pretty night, he felt satisfied
many dying but more living

the tree watched the man sleeping
knowing sun would soon wake him
feeling he wanted a few more hours of the moon
before the man returned to his grief

Poem Details | by Geoffrey Brewer |
Categories: death of a friend, happiness,

The Spirit of the Sun Dial


I tell the sunny hours throughout the day
From dawn til dusk imparting my fair message
Evoking warmth and love throughout the day
No time for shadows hinting at dark presage

But when the shade of night engulfs my dial
A darkening of spirit, life force scorns
The moon now points the hours of denial
Its gleam bare luminating dismal forms

I see the blackness in the hearts of men
And feel despair that overcomes the soul
My spirit plumbs a dark and secret glen
Til lambent rays tint peaks; at last console

Then blessed dawn brings sun in its ascension
Restores my purpose vital, my redemption

Poem Details | by John lawless |
Categories: death, fate, life, love,

Praying Mantis

for what is it
she prays
motionless Madonna
rapt in stillness
awaiting the unexpected
mate or meal
slender neck
cleavaged eyes
pious predator
poised on spindle legs


for Personification Poem Poetry Contest

Poem Details | by Kurt Ravidas |
Categories: animal, death,

Ze Hiena

Hienas don't taik cair of higeen;
we’r fond of karrion; we drink warm jin
wizaut tonik and we neva uze
ze mornin afta peels. 
                                  “Beest's on ze looz!” -
you shaut in panik, raizin flags of truce
over your comfy gravez but we refewz
to uphold dead men rites. Oh, wat a feest
of flesh! Ze dead will neva rest in peast.

Pick A Title, Vol 6 - Personification - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh

Poem Details | by Ray Dillard |
Categories: death, funeral, life, rose,

My Unique Line - RD

"Petal nor thorn could save this rose."

From "Flowers...Beautiful Flowers"  
This line personifies the loss of life and the harvest of flowers  (roses) for a funeral.  Just as loved ones are lost each day in the prime of life (any time really), the rose is taken in the height of beauty and placed atop the grave.  This is in spite of the thorns which protect it.  We possess the attributes of the rose as well.  Yet, still we pass, regardless of benevolence or wickedness.

Poem Details | by Sharon Ruebel |
Categories: loss, missing you,

Loved to Death

his love captured me
  as if a rope was thrown
    knotted and tied
      close to my heart

alas with no scissors
  or knife at hand
    i could not cut free

the bonds were too tight
  his love was suffocating
    my heart simply stopped...

Poem Details | by Kirin Lawrence |
Categories: bereavement,


Yesterday my Grandfather died
Today I found a quarter from 65'

Poem Details | by Amelie Starr |
Categories: anti bullying, change, dark, depression, life, lonely, poetry,



Living each day all alone Even though I'm surrounded by millions of people, I still feel in isolation. 
I am surrounded by the nothing, i am the Nothing!
Deep inside, I feel rotten to the core,
Skin shedding,like the devil is devouring me!
I feel that life's oils are draining from me,
Seeping through my vein's,
No light within me, darkness has took it's toll,
How do I break it's grasp.
Energy is draining, yet a spark ignites inside me,
My soul will win out,
I will fight with each and every breath I take.
The darkness will become light once again.


Poem Details | by Winged Warrior |
Categories: dark, death, evil, horror, , cute,

The Blade of Life

The time of death is now
The blade of life takes it bow
With thee I behead
Blood running red
No one questions why and how

Looking at the guillotine
One mans nightmare the other mans dream
Cousin to the knife
It takes away your life
Fast and sharp its cut is clean

Waiting in dungeon halls
Silent screams penetrate walls
No time to waste 
For breath’s last taste
As men shiver before the blade falls

Laying corpses mounting high
Executed not knowing why
Men will kill
Against their will
The bell has rung it is time to die.

Feb.21.2016   ^WW^

Poem Details | by Danielle Wise Baxter |
Categories: death, fear, funeral, autumn,

To Be A Scythe

On the days the wind does blow life gets caught up in how things should go and winds gather up the harvest from the field to tow to blow up harvest in good flight it may freely flow but what of those who never know and never feel the warm winds of autumn blow and the scythes will never come home and all hope of good harvest is then forever gone

Poem Details | by Gary Fields |
Categories: beautiful, caregiving, conflict, death, emotions, encouraging, memorial day,


The unattainable
Of Solitude
With the Will
   Of God'
And drifts away
   To sand...

Gary Fields

From:  " The Cross "
           Xlibris Pub  Book #106627
            Rev.  (NOV2013)

Poem Details | by Katy Lavasser |
Categories: death, nature, perspective, poetry, sky, sound, weather,

The Storm

As the sky grew grey
People in dismay
But the flowers screaming hooray hooray

Thunder grew violent
And the people went silent
Finally some peace and quiet

For I am dreary
And the sky eerie
The people are growing more and more weary

Clouds violently crying
Happiness slowly dying
People not wanting to be goodbying

Rain like tears
Thunder was your worst fear
People screaming "the end is near the end is near"


That was the end of all human life ever lasting

Poem Details | by Jeinara Odonio |
Categories: desire, freedom, grief, life, loneliness, longing, nostalgia,

The Call of the Wild

Sharp fangs flashes as he growls
threatening to bring death
the eyes flames in fury
looking for an escape

He once ruled in his kingdom
the predator in a solitary wild
strength was his armor
never feeling sorry for his fights

One day a trap caught the king
in an iron throne, a crown he was given
yet he rejects the admires
for it is not what his heart desires

he longs of his life back
he was a beast, fierce and wild
freedom is his definition of love
one the master will never understand

The death that echoes in every flight
the chase that severs wretched life
the danger of the wild
now he cries his lonely howl in the night

Poem Details | by Suraj Grover |
Categories: anger, depression, feelings, grave, life,


Walking besides the beach,
With emptiness within my reach,
Who will b there when i die??
Or will it b the same, alone to cry!

I see the stars, up and out,
Lyk a flower getting sprout,
Alone as i walk along,
Trying to get my soul from long,

Lost it somewhere in middle, 
Couldn't find, solving the riddle,
More i solve, more i am trapped, 
Within lonliness i am wrapped,

The sun shone bright wid dawn,
Bringing the chirp of birds along,
And so my shadow came back to me,
Assuring,it'll always be there for me,
And so i walk besides the beach,
With myself&shadow in my reach,
Who wil be there when i die? 
Just me&my shadow enough to cry!

Poem Details | by Constance La France |
Categories: cat, death, grief,

My Girl And Me

Hello, my name is Pearl Smudges and I am a cat
I live in a beautiful apartment in an old building
With My Girl and until recently Violet Patches

    One day My Girl got the cat carrier out
    She put Violet Patches inside and left
    When she came back the carrier was empty

          And she was weeping

I rolled myself up in my blanket for three days
Slowly, sadly we are coming to terms with our loss
The end of grieving is just within reach

April 12, 2015


For the contest, Just Within Reach, sponsor, John Lawless

Fourth Place

Poem Details | by Joy Wellington |
Categories: fantasy, on work and working, sympathy,

If These Walls Could Talk

I wish these walls would talk
        Of your slavery in the dark
They would tell your throat’s pain
         The countless times you remain 
Talking throughout the night
         Entertainer of the prized fight
Your buttons they push and poke
         You overworked entertaining bloke
You are expected to carry the news
         Tell the stories of the famed and abuse
If the walls that house your tired brain
         Could talk how tired you are and lame
Then maybe someone would show pity
         Allow you to rest so you could feel pretty

Poem Details | by Akash ripper |
Categories: death, emotions, god,

I hear your voice

i hear your voice in solitude
when all outward forces seize
and inward forces burst out in multitude
and all my hardships ease.

i want to hold your hand forever,
and would be with you
but waiting for you here, but none deter
hopeful but eyes dew.

purple riot in my heart
which stay here for long
after disturbing it then depart
and then merrily sing plaintive song.

paying here for all my merriment
which i have deduced in past
now only it provide consolement
when i cry at last.

life i love you very much
and always want to embrace you
but you leave no occasion as such
so that i can amaze you.

Poem Details | by David Pennington |
Categories: angel, bereavement, best friend, celebration, easter, friendship, love,