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Poem Details | by
Gregory R Barden |
Categories:
grief, imagery, loss, love, metaphor, water,
I wrap the darkness 'round me like a quilt
As questions bay like hounds at my belief
And tho' the tears are poison, dearly spilt
Those e'er still waters ripple with my grief
While love is lost to time, the coldest thief.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Writing Prompt- English Quintain Imagery" Poetry Contest, Dear Heart, Judge & Sponsor.
Poem Details | by
Eve Roper |
Categories:
bereavement, sea, wind,
The wind raised the wave with pleasure over and over,
exploding with its weight embracing the jagged rocks.
Seeing the aged shoreline spread like an endless rover,
of eroded pinnacles. No ship dare seek its locks,
for its nonexistent shore has suffered severe shocks.
She hugged her woolen shawl, tightly around her shoulders,
to ward off the chill, and walked along the cliffs, looking
out onto the sea. Waves crashed against battered boulders,
stirring the cool mist and briny fragrance. Concealing
the love she once shared, but lost to the seas bewitching.
7/27/2017
English Quintain, ababb, 13 syllables
Poem Details | by
Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
death,
her beautiful hands will always remain
a memory, unblemished, full of delight
doubt if our family will ever regain
the completeness before that horrible night
Poem Details | by
Anoucheka Gangabissoon |
Categories:
abuse, childhood, conflict, confusion, death, religion,
The ways of life can be really cruel
Such I felt when Fate cast on me a dark spell
I sank low down a bottomless abyss
Hoping the Merciful Angel would give me a kiss
And have me thrown into redemption, by sending me the holy camel!
But no help came, no one ever saw my distress
So I chose to put an end to my inner stress
I chose to live on Earth as a spirit, enjoying total freedom
Maybe I would be offered a place in the Lord's kingdom
But then, something came over me and I chose to toil till I become a Goddess!
Poem Details | by
Jemmy Farmer |
Categories:
dedication, funeral, love, song, bird, bird, song,
I heard my little bird singing the breeze,
I heard her singing on a breath of air,
The air that slowly moves through forest trees,
The old, oak trees where initials declare,
Declarations made upon love’s high trapeze.
Old memories recalled again today,
Another day, another time, we knew,
I knew that bird song would echo my way,
The way a joyful song reminds of you,
The you that I hold dear in my heart to stay.
In memory of my little bird, Tash
RIP sweetheart!
xxxx
Form: Sicilian Quintains
Poem Details | by
Rhonda Johnson-Saunders |
Categories:
dream, grief, loneliness, love,
I listen, content to hear raindrops from an anguished sky pour out.
My darkest hour of night is just a fragment of one day, only
a fragment of a fleeting life; but an ending to grief, I somehow doubt.
If I live through nights void of love, not alone but lonely,
(for there is a difference) I will dream of your face and wake happily.
For Broken Wing's Fragment of Life Contest, 2/23/16
Poem Details | by
Robert Lindley |
Categories:
appreciation, autumn, beautiful, change, creation, seasons, tree,
Autumn Colors (Death So Bold)
Resting upon cold , hard ground
leaves depleted Autumn's gold
Solid vapors soon are found
in rested spirits of old
colors so bright, death so bold
09-02-2014
English Quintain Rhyme Scheme a. b. a. b. b.
No specified measure
Note: Not required but given as reference only...
Syllables Per Line: 7 7 7 7 7
Total # Syllables: 35
Total # Lines: 5
Poem Details | by
Anna-Marie Docherty |
Categories:
10th grade, 11th grade, 12th grade, 8th grade, 9th grade, character, conflict, death, dedication, education, emotions, endurance, feelings, freedom, grave, identity, image, life, lost, meaningful, memorial day, military, patriotic, peace, perspective, psychological, remember, remembrance day, soldier, veterans day, visionary, war, world war i, world war ii, write, writing,
Front-line in depth of mortar
Whistling shells and screams of torture
Blood clot gurgles death bell tolls
Hell of pain in body enthrals
Danger rings apprehension stalls
Poem Details | by
Natasha Thandie |
Categories:
death, depression, family, loss, lost love, sad,
It's hard to go day by day,
Remembering all you had to say;
I think about you everyday,
I thought of you teh most today.
Missing you is a hard job,
Loving you an easy job;
Wanting to hold you tightly,
Wanting to hear you talk softly.
My heart breaks when I'm not with you,
Sometimes I just don't know what to do;
I can still remember that goodbye,
Wish it wasn't the last bye.
My memories fade slowly,
Your face I hold dearly;
Sometimes not clearly,
Oh how I wish you were near me.
I can write,
I can cry,
I can scream,
I can forget,
I can get mad at the world,
No matter what I do, the pain gets worse.
I'm sorry,
But goodbye and letting go, are impossible.
Poem Details | by
Constance La France |
Categories:
death,
Who will decide my fate?
What is to become of my existence?
When will I enter the gate?
Where are you Lord, I need your assistance?
Why am I wandering and full of earthly resistance?
____________________________
Poetry/Quintain/As I Lay Dying, I asked
Copyright Protected, ID 12-415-618-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, 5 W's
Sponsor, Harry Horseman
Placed
Poem Details | by
Tirzah Conway |
Categories:
angst, confusion, death, fantasy, history, life, loss, people, sadprayer,
We stand alone in the blackest night,
Awaiting the battle cry;
Lost and alone in this bloody fight
Never questioning or wondering why;
As I send a silent prayer to the sky...
Poem Details | by
Amaris Muriel Thomas |
Categories:
bullying, dad, death, father, strength,
There I stood, barely nine
as he was taken in the light of day.
A prisoner of fate was I, given no sign,
to witness his limp body bruised lay,
yet as adult walked away from his shrine.
There I stood, steeling my stance
for the sake of my silence
as children mocked, giving no chance.
From solitude I drew my resilience
and gave no second glance.
Poem Details | by
njeri hunjeri |
Categories:
metaphor,
Deaths cunning mind
for Health’s projects
and its systematic touches
on Wealth’s health, makes
Wealth, death's health.
Written between 2000-2003
Just the young thoughts of the young mind
Poem Details | by
Sara Kendrick |
Categories:
death, devotion, faith, father, history, introspection, life
.
Fifteen years ago when my father died
To the hospital I carried him that ill fated day
The staff was caring for him so by his side I could not abide
Then very swiftly to surgery he was taken away
As I was eating, God spoke to me in spirit and I felt daddy brush as he went away
Contest: God, Ghost, and Love
Sponsor: Dr. Ram Mehta
Poem Details | by
Constance La France |
Categories:
america, autumn, death, nature,
In the mist of time comes a lone tear-
I lingered so weary with longing . . .
it was in deep autumn of the year;
the maple leaves were burnt red and falling,
at your stone cold grave- I stood crying.
___________________________
August 27, 2012
Poetry/Quintain (English)/A Lone Tear
Copyright Protected, ID 12-416-516-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to, Contest 165, Premiere
sponsor, Brian Strand
Second Place
Poem Details | by
Carolyn Devonshire |
Categories:
death, faith,
We never know when death will come,
so I cast my worries aside.
When I first heard the news, my heart went numb,
and then the diagnosis I denied.
Finally acceptance came as I cried.
Sands are pouring through the hourglass,
but faith now saves me from fear.
The beauty of heaven waits and I have a pass.
At God’s plan, I will not sneer
as I prepare to approach a blessed frontier.
*Entry for the Great Poetry Release Extravaganza
Poem Details | by
Sara Kendrick |
Categories:
death, family, life, loss, , fate,
Doris called, "Caleb has another earache
all night he has cried in terrible pain."
Doris asked me to assist for her sake.
Sat down to rest, watch TV once again.
Now in permanent memory~places...
Contest: "Remembering 911"
Sponsor: Carolyn Devonshire
*Note
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Poem Details | by
Jemmy Farmer |
Categories:
death, faith, mystery,
The final mortal breath, his love and kiss,
So familiar in an unknown word,
He waits in shadows at the great abyss,
The moment when all can be clearly heard,
He brings certainty to end all of this.
Here or there, no matter where we may roam,
He is the endless veil, the last good night,
He is the laughter as earthy as loam,
His the power that claims the final rite,
Gwynn Ap Nudd escorts our souls safely home.
Form: Sicilian Quintains
Poem Details | by
Victoria Anderson-Throop |
Categories:
absence, death, irony, miss you, missing you, mystery,
" Husbands are in heaven whose wives scold not"
His Heavenly garden
Seemed a loss –without someone to share--
The birdsong missing was, he thought, the
Lack of nagging in his ear.
Poem Details | by
John lawless |
Categories:
death, depression, life,
A Dawn – Come Too Late
For we sometimes catch death – unaware
in our haste to live life on the edge
shout the dead words – who will care
if I fail to honor life’s pledge
bypass death on my way to the ledge.
For they feel not what I feel
entrusting my fate to the wind
touching a moment surreal
reaching to touch death’s – dead end
embracing his cape as a friend.
So do these moments encroach
sweeping across the pains face
evil’s attempt to quick poach
those who succumb to such fate
in the darkness – a dawn – come too late.
8/29/2015 - posted 8/29/2015
John G. Lawless
Trashed @2 contest -- sponsor -- Broken Wings
Poem Details | by
T.A. Skyles-Theoklapoet |
Categories:
faithmother, father, death, people, easter, death, father, mother, people,
He growed to be a shepard and a man of faith and hope.
He healed the sick and feed the poor and taught people to cope.
A mother cried for the death of her son.
But to our heavenly father he had won.
He walked and taught Gods word to all mankind.
The people that he saved his words did not mind.
A mother cried for the death of her son.
But to our heavenly father he had won.
He was nailed to a cross and he died for our sins.
Buried in a tomb and in three days he rose again.
A mother cried for the death of her son.
But to our heavenly father he had won.
Teresa Skyles
Entered in Gwendolynn "What Easter means to me"contest
Poem Details | by
Jemmy Farmer |
Categories:
death, dedication, love, tribute, wife,
Another time and place we said ‘I do’,
The word love meant forever you and me,
Eternal destiny came into view,
Only in my arms could you ever be,
Only in your kiss could I fly so free.
A promise made and shared throughout all time,
Yet we knew the coming of pain and strife,
And all too soon another ritual rhyme,
My pathway home is the journey of life,
Until the day I see my darling wife.
Form: English Quintains
Poem Details | by
Dr. Upma A. Sharma |
Categories:
bereavement, lost love,
Lifeless out of water
Parting a beloved is no less than a curse,
Drowning will not at all fit into a slaughter,
As if emotions scrubbed off the vibrant verse,
Left all alone, the denied love charter,
Lifeless I wish to emerge out of water !
Written Feb 24th, 2015
For contest " Out of water" by Sheri
Awarded 8th place
Poem Details | by
Mike Samford |
Categories:
inspirational, loss, lost love, fruit, grave,
This fruit I plucked, though tightly entwined
(To hide from birds) in a thorny brier vine
I had hoped to pour from a goat hide flask
A sweet bouquet of blackberry wine.
To drink -a smile, from my true love's glass.
The thorns which saved the fruit from birds
Were sharp and long -filled with poison burrs.
A drop of blood from a brier thorn prick
Death came quick like a mute priest's words
Before wine turned sweet, blood turned thick.
Around my grave grows a thorny brier vine
Entwined, grows the sweetest berries, yet dry.
My beloved visits my grave no more
But for me in the fall blackberries cry
And stain my grave with a blood red lure.
Poem Details | by
Jemmy Farmer |
Categories:
death,
Beyond these realms, there is no sense of fear,
Mystery reveals a different breath,
A warm embrace to hold the soul so dear,
While in her loving arms we wait for death,
And see her smile, at last she’s standing near.
The end is nothing, let her come tonight,
For death is merely beginning anew,
Thus trust the soul to know the time is right,
As it discards the dismal mortal view,
And leaves to dance within her sacred light.
Form: Sicilian Quintains