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Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: anxiety, dark, emotions, fate, grief, pain, sorrow,

Hope, A Little Remained

Hope, A Little Remained

She walked the creaking floors of the rat-infested room,
trying to remember what tragedy had sent her to this shabby place.
Her heart felt the desperate pains, that lost love sends in aching waves,
praying her sleeping infant does not wake and cry out from its feverish thirst.

He paced the cold cell, languishing in deep misery, heart shattered,
each step an eternity echoing curses, a testament to his broken pride.
Although thousands of miles apart, he felt her loss, never-ending sorrows,
dawn would come, priest would take his last confession, yet Hope remained.

For Silent One's,  eight lines of fate, when you wonder if it is too late.

Poem Details | by CayCay Jennings |
Categories: birth, death,

Surely, I Shall

Surely, I shall recall my death as well as I fail to remember my birth.

... CayCay
October 13, 2016

Poem Details | by Mockingbird Stevenson |
Categories: bereavement, betrayal, confusion, devotion, divorce, emotions, heartbreak, hurt, love, love hurts,


How does my body
This flesh that withholds my soul,,
manage to bear the weight from the chains that have been embedded upon my bequeathing heart?

Where does one hide the pain that is encrusted upon these eyes that are dreary and now fail to sleep?

Why cant my mind acquit, my heart adrift, my skin ache for the touch of another?

Does it have to be me that has to live with this night, because happiness is the other side of this mirror?


Poem Details | by Millard Lowe |
Categories: allegory, analogy, black african american, eulogy, imagery, inspirational, remembrance day,

Standing At The Mountain

Standing at The Mountain

There stood the great mountain—
A Sisyphean challenge;
A Job’s journey;
A deferred dream’s destiny;
Indeed, a Draconian feat.

But there also stood the dreaming King;
Tutored prodigy of the King of Kings;
With eyes stayed on the prize,
He smiled at death with God sent eyes.

Yes, the King is dead 
But we’re looking ahead!

We are the dream’s vision;
Our children—its reality;
Jacob’s ladder rises before us;
Let’s get to climbing!

“Only the dreamer dies…”

Poem Details | by Gary Onderisin |
Categories: poetry,

Like a small, quiet death on a page

One too many poems:  Like a barking dog at 

The Garden gate:  Oblivious to the beauty of the Garden, and

Unwilling to let anybody in it to enjoy it.

Poem Details | by jonas jones |
Categories: conflict, courage, grief, growth, strength,

Reality Drops

Reality drops
Like a stubbed Toe 
Uncontrollably and sometimes close to a
Devastating fear of permanent failure
By thought
By course
By ability
Until we accept
Until we accept
And grin for the favor
Of the full torture of
Nature’s Reality
Again, and again...

Poem Details | by tom bell |
Categories: death, loss, music, sad, uplifting, day,

Bell's Blues (Conclusion)

     Today, I had a chance to ask his widow, Laurie, about this story.  She 
confirmed that it did happen, and he came home from work that day excited, and 
told her and their 3 daughters about the event.
     And sure enough, shortly thereafter, the song became a hit on the radio, and 
M.T.V., in those ancient days when they actually played music.
     This news brightened my day considerably, and I'm happy to share it with you; 
so when you next hear that song, remember my good buddy, Mark Trotiner, the 
uncredited genius behind it.
                                          tom bell

Poem Details | by Samuel Byrd |
Categories: beauty, bereavement, death, death of a friend, eulogy, sister, sympathy,

Angel Returned to Heaven

An angel returned to heaven today
deployed to erase gluttonous hate
from envy's grasp love is pulled away

To bring order to disarray
supplying hope while replacing sloth 
An angel returned to heaven today

Armed with beauty, charm and compassion
pride is now faced with a trained assassin
whether with song, a smile, a shoulder or ear
greed, anger and lust is sent running in fear

An angel returned to heaven today
after years of service in the field
from the mission never did she stray

In our hearts she will forever stay
so, let us remember, let us rejoice
cause our angel returned to heaven on this day

Poem Details | by M. L. Kiser |
Categories: allusion, conflict, death, health, introspection, philosophy, psychological,

But For Now

It’s surreal, that in-between where, life stares down death. One minute you’re facing eternity; the next the realization that you’re not in control. In that reality, life seems insignificant, like dust escaping in the winds to another time. Yes, surreal transformation only it’s reality, yanking you back to mortality. Still, you know one day it’ll change its mind.

Poem Details | by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories: death, mother,

An Unanswered Phone

I see the yarn and I remember 
I bought it for my mother to knit
But she went to heaven in January

Her fancy never used tropical paper napkins
Are a reminder every time I open the drawer
My mother is gone. My mother is gone.

I pick up the phone for the hundredth time
To tell her something crazy that has happened
Something she will never believe, something funny.

The yarn and the napkins smile.
Remembering what I do not
As I listen to the phone ring and ring.

Poem Details | by Julie Achilles |
Categories: grief, loneliness, lost love, memory, mirror,


I write with a hand you once held how I love to recall,
I look into a mirror where once we saw ourselves reflected,
Now my hands shake and the mirror lies.

I walk alone along the seashore where once we did together,
Our belief in our innocence we were safe in the bosom of our land,
Now I know that we were fooled.

Now my legs ache and I tire easily so I walk home alone,
I sit in my old armchair though it is now threadbare with age,
I gaze through a closed window.

I have cried more tears that can be counted, for you, for me,
They fall silently for there is no one to hear my cries,
And our portrait still hangs on my crumbling wall.

Poem Details | by Poetry Is It |
Categories: death, dedication, depression, devotion, education

The Harvest Of The Seed

  Each field is barren white with snow, 
around me blind, they know.
I see.
Darkness brings the haze of dawn, 
how many must it show.

While many miles of web it's barb, 
my flesh, 
it tastes and grows.

Bringing home the wheat, 
ground white, 
and powdered souls, 
spread open far and wide.

Touching only youth, 
not men, 
Each gem from stone, 
pours out and lost our seed it keeps.
No more.


Is It Poetry 

Poem Details | by brittney lopez |
Categories: absence, abuse, addiction, allah, allegory, angel, anger, angst, april, art, august, baseball, basketball, best friend, birthday, books, cousin, culture, dad, death, depression, desire, dream, drink, education, emo, eulogy, faith,


They say the sun shines on the skin of a goddess her hair dark filled with flowers and her skin of silk,
When you see her don't let her go she will treat u like a god and run her silk hands against the ruffness of your skin she will show u the right way to enlightenment her eyes golden brown so deep you can get lost she can see right through you and know the depth of your soul she will speak words so smooth softer then the wind 
Skin so smooth the sun follows her every move.

Poem Details | by Millard Lowe |
Categories: africa, black african american, children, death, faith, simile, war,


     (Apropos The Ripping Veil of Pan-Africanism)

In all her blackness
her soils run red
with the blood of her children

Whose bloated bellies
mock the pregnancy
of liberty

And her breasts
sag in union
with faces 
of hopeless hopefulness;

While hollowed eyes 
of mourners
gaze into the wholeness
of nothing---

Smiling death stalks
the narrowing corridors of
life---echoing souring laughs
to virgin wombs
screaming from the shadows
of the valley of death:

But believe brethren---
mock not the gods---
keep plodding;
for in the theism 
of this imposed dystopia, 
a wretched mother
tenaciously clings to time
and history.

Poem Details | by Lee Brownlee |
Categories: death, eulogy, future, goodbye,

No Flowers, Please

Send me no flowers, 
Cry me no tears,
Just send me your love,
To last the years.

Love everlasting,
Remembering and embracing,
Love speaks all languages
Love has no limitations.

Send me no flowers,
They will only die,
Send me your everlasting love,
Love forever be mine.

Time has no boundaries
Life is too short,
Our stay on this earth,
Depends on our ability to hold on.

Poem Details | by TAMMY REAMS |
Categories: blessing, death, dedication, emotions, i love you, life, mother,

Our Mother's Song

We sing a song to our Mother's soul who has passed and gone
she sings back as an angel from beyond and drops a tear 
as we sleep so we won't wake and weep

On earth she gave us birth and strength to shine in this universe
and to remember family comes first for even in death
we have rebirth and a life of worth

So, we sing a song to our Mother's soul who has passed and gone
we will remain strong and will carry on for this beautiful angel
from beyond who has bygone for our mom. 

T Reams 2/10/2015   to my sweet sister Jenny in memory of our mother Barbara

Poem Details | by Peter Churchley |
Categories: death, peace, me,

White Feather Spirit

laid me down within cold tomb light capture me neath baying tree feel thy warmth once more white spirit of feathered down lay upon my soul pray set me to rest
Written to accompany one of my photographs. This is the link to the image...

Poem Details | by John Beam |
Categories: abuse, bereavement, betrayal, brother, death, death of a friend, words,

My brother's hand

My brother’s hand regarded not my words for, they go unheard, as the silence grows my brother’s hand clinches cold and my last words fall to the ground pooling, congealing into an unsatisfied thirst. The devils on horseback are led to the water, but never drinking, as the blackened house lies in ruin. I wonder about the tree in the forest and the forest without ears to hear and the tree never seen, but alas and alas every man. How does a machete make more noise and fire be heard on the other side of the world? It may have been bearable, but I am not alone and I know their words will never be heard for they are in my brother’s hand. 11/5/2014

Poem Details | by njeri hunjeri |
Categories: death, life,

strong are the cancer survivors

You hear that knock on the door
And you dont want to open
You know what's on the other side

Its there, already in 
Ready to steal, ready to rob

Its ready to take away the loved one
That friend
That life
Squeezing out the last air

But that loved one, in their young and old
In their strength and weakness
Leaves a fountain of beautiful memories
That will always flow 
For us
For others.

To all the survivors whether in death or life

Poem Details | by Sandip Goswami |
Categories: creation, encouraging, environment, fantasy, feelings, life, love,

I am alone on the Island of Death

I am alone on the island of death
Around the bodies of hundreds 
Natural disasters happened a little earlier 
All dead
My enemies, allies, relatives
Some of the most intimate

I am on mass of ruins
Loud noise...Moaning...Unbroken silent in a trice
I am just at the end
There are no tears in my eyes, no fear in chest
I am speechless

I am in the midst of so much death, destruction
Creation is alive
It's my responsibility to rotate the wheel again
Just me.


Poem Details | by Millard Lowe |
Categories: allegory, analogy, black african american, conflict, grief, hope, simile,

The Last Supper of Hope

The Last Supper of Hope

Grief has exhausted itself
And pain has abandoned the heart;
Emptiness now lives where joy
Once called home.

Our streets have become cisterns
Of blood—death quenching its thirst—
Flashbacks of the belly bowels of slave ships
Flying flags of crosses and crescent moons alike.

Hell remains without fury—never discriminating;
And Dante smiling—spits in the face of justice.
Today Armageddon sits at the Last Supper; 
May hope be the Bread and Wine.  And 
Judas forgets to RSVP.  

Poem Details | by CAROL ROBINSON |
Categories: allegory, death, life, loss, nature, sad, sympathy, time,

Somebody's Baby

Somebody’s Baby, lie still 
Embalmed in pure white cotton, 
Cocooned securely, like the babe in arms 
within the shroud. 
Seraphim cavort no more upon a form  
once touched with shades of youthful innocence.

Somebody’s Baby, be sure.
Your time for dreams now spent,
No future beckons only time captured frame by frame,
Frozen in vulgar technicolor;
Close Up; Explicit, depicting genre yet unclassified;
The epic over exposed.
Somebody's Baby, be silent.
Grey and gnarled  imposter in the cot
Metamorphosis contrives a landscape dry and gnarled.
No more seductress of tender ministry;
Solitary, silently; endures the travesty
Of human demise.

Poem Details | by Laith Seher |
Categories: death,

The dead

The dead      
The dead are refugees 
To an immortal caves,
Hidden in the pockets of the earth,
They are escaping from sins 
 Exhausting by the pain .
We are the dead 
But we are walking. 

  A  poem by : Saad Mohammed Al-Husseen (Iraqi Poet)
Translated by :Laith Seher

Poem Details | by Millard Lowe |
Categories: analogy, child, death, faith, grief, joy, onomatopoeia,

Father To Son: Part II

Father To Son:  Part II
(Apropos The Visit—Part II)

When you left
soaring free
the lingering void sought
to shackle me
in the silent dungeon
of stoic grief.

Faith melted away remorse
and the psalms of reality
in living dreams spread a table
laden with a plethora of left joys
revealed—surreal; and 
the God’s shared creation
that you past this way in your going;
ancestors cheered your chosen coming.

Where tears once watered
the flowers of your resting abode,
now laughter peels away the leaves
releasing petals of budding love;
and we’re now at peace 
with your spirit forever here.

God is not mocked.
Take care we judge not.
Rest well, my sweet Prince.

Poem Details | by Millard Lowe |
Categories: analogy, children, death, imagery, simile, war,

For Children of War and Other Deceptions

For Children of War and Other Deceptions

The load of time
weigh heavy 
on the yokes of life;
the unshelled shelled.
Innocence of children
preyed upon;
life failed to root itself.

Janus face war genuflects
craving forgiveness; 
praising its necessity.