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Just That Archaic Poet
death, god, life, men, poets,
My life surpassed, fades long, yet fast
(Below the dirt, my coffin's cast)
Despite how deep, however vast
I'll dwell inside that vacant mass
It's only He that understands,
The One that gave me Poet's hands
So tell me please, if you can-
How from dust arose a Man?
grief, nature, poets, words,
When farthest fields of tall
grasses are dry and harshly mown.
Then, wildflowers to the wind fall
where beauty had once shown.
Wren and robin in mourning call
with songs of somber tone.
Men who are proud at nightfall,
laugh in haughty baritone.
Penning truths, poets wrap shawls
over spirits who moan.
Again, through the season’s squall,
a poet cries alone.
Glen of glowing words comfort all
on path from birth to stone.
Contest - Triple Rhyme
Sponsor - Beth Evans
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".
death, fantasy, poems, poetry, poets, snow,
there is a corner
in another realm
where poets go to die
leaving their ashes
at the threshold
as energy and light
they sit with pen in hand
in a parisien-style café
and recite their latest poem
for macarons and latte
they gather there and mingle
juggling rhymes and metaphors
they craft their poems lovingly
scatter them to the winds
so they may fall to us as snowflakes
AP: 1st place 2021
Submitted on November 25, 2020 for contest WHERE TO WE POETS GO? sponsored by SILENT ONE - RANKED 2ND
death, grief, pain, poets, remember, solitude, sorrow,
When I lay in the mortuary,
Don’t cry, smile and appreciate my journey.
Throughout life, at times, I lived wary.
I carried hope, love and even the burdening worry.
When I lay in the mortuary,
Before I’m buried and forgotten in a cemetery,
About my death don’t ask questions,
Don’t whisper in my stiff, blue ears confessions.
Few would come to my funeral,
Fewer would weep.
Few would care,
Fewer would lose sleep.
When I lay in the mortuary,
Burn my drafts and books,
My life was dull and ordinary.
angel, eulogy, poets,
Our caged bird will sing no more
Though her songs will live on forever
Angel wings she now adorns
With our tears upon each feather
The freedom she sought
The love that she taught
The words that she strung together
Are treasures to keep
While in sorrow we weep
For a world that will never forget her
From the bodily cage
Her soul now flies free
And ascends to the heavens on high
The songs that she sung
She sang for everyone
With a dream that will never die
I will miss our sweet bird
But will remember her words
That she sang from inside the cage
As we hear them repeat
In verses sown sweet
When she was the star of the stage
Jacqueline R. Mendoza
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They see strengths
Not the limitations
These are people who will make you proud of yourself
They will tell you why you’re special
Trust you to the point you have to answer their expectations
They make you better than you normally are
You can be proud of yourself
They respect you
For what you’ve done
Where you’ve come from
They see what you’ve experienced something real
Respect you for your courage
They live by their rules
They do not expect you to follow theirs
They are at peace to themselves
They are not proving anything to you
They are good listeners
Sincere in their interest in you
You feel important
They are available for honest
Makes you want to share yourself
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Part 1: Save Us
The whole world went to pot
when, 2pac was shot
on the spot.
Why do Innocent people have to die?
Why do we have to sit and watch, as mothers cry?
People forgive the unforgiven.
Why do people have spend the rest of they're lives in prison?
Part 2: Save Me
I act like a dick
I'm not crazy,
god just needs to save me.
I guess I'm in the zone.
That's why I'm sitting here alone.
Dedicated To Tupac Shakur.
Mohammad Taha Effendi
angst, bereavement, philosophy, poetry, poets, relationship, religious,
Legacy of Errors
An eternity of anguish, endured,
Wounds healed, scars uncured,
A legacy of errors and mistakes,
A lifetime of lessons unlearned,
Won 6th Place in the contest: Any 5 line Poem by friend 'Poet Destroyer':)
freedom, grief, poets, rainforest, sad, silence,
Sweet,fresh cold breeze,
Here I am,standing in the middle of the forest,
Feeling alone and abandoned by the rest.
I walk,walk and walk,until I feel tired,
I seek,seek and seek but seems I'm a blind,
Nothing,nothing is all I can see,
Except that tall,tall tree.
So I sit under its shady leaves,
There,I opened up my grieves
Maybe,a single tree could understand,
Why I am pouring my tears on land.
america, art, creation, funeral, history, philosophy, poets,
Silence is Golden
In a laboratory in a far away place called
Was a mad scientist, who experimented
He fiddled and fuddles deep inside his lab
Making clones of his glorious self
Thinking they mighty fine lads
He cloned twenty or thirty or a hundred and more
All chattering and gabbing, their master they adore
Oh yes, he’s the mad scientist from Lahore
He has many accolades for he had many votes
He cloned so many, democracy was a joke
But the governor caught on
And saw through the clouds
Something was evil under the shroud
Banished he was to the prison of deception
Hopefully he will clone no more fake conceptions
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Where were you when my world fell apart?
The Sun darkened and the Moon just fled.
All had been done and all had been said.
And ripped to shreds was my beating heart.
Even the Seas began to part.
And the Mountain tops spread.
I lay there completely dead.
Even the Stars I could not chart.
If only you knew,
If only you were there,
If only you had a clue!
If only life had been fair!
I’d turn the clocks back,
Still standing dead in my track!
grave, suicide, tribute,
Dance in the sky
We form societies
To read aloud
What others dare not say
From Shakespeare to Byron
Poe to Moe
We sit around smoke filled lounges
Spewing words forth
Love, hate, Hemingway’s mojitos staring in mirrors
Whiskey permeates the air
Smokey flavors absorbed into flowing ink
Towards the graves
We always gaze onward towards the graves
From the inside out, and looking up on coffin roofs
The seas of depression like waves to surf
Some might say we any maniacal and crazy
Today we welcome a new member
Mork from Ork
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Open your mind sir
Hear the crying voices
Sympathize more often
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Earthworm is dying in sun.
A lone poet,
an unpoetic family.
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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.
death, pain, poems, poetry, poets,
MY little brother said,
"You'll cry if I ever Die."
And some years later
He died beneath an oak
And He was so
I not only cry
but die each night.
:: ~~ ::
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You see her?
Why don't go be like her?
No one likes you,
so this is what you must do.
You must stop being yourself,
get off of you shelf.
You must please everyone,
to do that, you must be number one.
She's the perfect girl,
you're the no one in the world.
So go ahead, and give yourself away,
since you're going the wrong way.
You are no longer you,
see what you can do.
You are now her,
that's better than what you ever were.
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wandering my mind, hollow now.
secrets tucked in the seams, invisible to passer-bys.
each step leaves an imprint behind,
dust settling into the crevices left by my toes.
the world empty,
immune to stolen glances between souls and half-hearted exchanges.
peace swept away,
pushed to the side by an old broom of straw and wood.
I try hard,
harder to breathe.
but all that is left to soothe my lungs
is the empty, grey air,
void of the warmth of shared space
sometimes I sneak away
to send a fluid rush to my veins,
entrancing my mind in a fictional fantasy.
alone, I bathe in my secrecy,
cleansing my skin with vibrant truths.
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From deep within a silence grows
Vastly spreading, yet no one knows
No one knows of what's to come
The Feeling is sudden, then it's done.
Often with pain, fits of sorrow
The Feeling leaves nothing, not even a morrow
With much haste, take one last breath
We all succumb to The Feeling of Death.
death, poetry, poets,
I found John today.
John died yesterday.
I read of John today.
I vibrate now to his pinch.
Somewhere by a poisoned river
a dead man was born...
Somewhere by a noisy airfield
a pre-writ obit finds me -
The news can still be news.
My future in writing has
been torn and reborn,
today. By George, by John!
A minced oath
of mint stuff.
John left in order to
be found and I surround
myself with his words -
Speaking aloud a baleful
cento of his wordings.
A funerary recitation
lofted into the bitter air
as I read to myself and
some phrases go
burbledy out -
smoke in the pines.
What else, who else
might next die that I
will find it?
Al Amin Abdul Moin
adventure, beauty, change, death, poetry, poets,
Machiavelli's false theory reigns supreme,
I have no use for your marbles,
So economize your garbles!
What use has a mannequin of a dream?
The dull green top, it spins in fuddled haste,
True beauty's torture in its stagnant jig,
Gulp! Don't savour the devil in the taste,
The plot's been bought and now it's time to dig.
Fare thee well and may ye always be merry
on thine voyage to your darlings, Poetry.
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For Dead Poets Who Yet Live
The earth swallowed you—
spitting out seeded words
to linger like dusty books;
pages yellowing on rotting shelves.
Like your blood,
your ink well has dried—died.
we go in search of mangers—seeking
the resurrected word—crying out.
Old poets—at last—die; but
their words are reborn
in the pregnant minds left behind.
eulogy, poetry, poets,
Laid to Rest
beneath this stone
but God knows now
where he may roam.
This life, he knew, would still be fun
when his earthly time was run.
Watch and listen,
tread with care
for wherever you are
he may be there.
A laugh in the air
by a giggling brook
may be a pathway this man took.
Each murmur from a passing soul,
an echo from his fun filled goal.
Death, depression, loss and pain
only made him rise again.
By death, his new life has begun,
no grave will stop him having fun.
In life, in Death, across the Veil
we still will hear this poet’s tale.
Ivor G Davies
depression, fear, grief, loss, lost, passion, poets, sad, sorrow,
Once lost was the poets soul,
Ran away and turned to coal,
The heart that is a fragile thing,
The times that were took their toll,
Sorrow it was that filled the poets void,
Cried he did as the sorrow toyed,
The soul that was that strayed away,
The poets love that was devoid.