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Poem Details | by
Gershon Wolf |
Categories:
death, onomatopoeia, sound,
Snake's hiss
Death's kiss
Poem Details | by
Paula Swanson |
Categories:
death, introspection
What will be the last sound
whispered to your ear
When it is you feel your
soul parting from here
Could be a lovers sigh
while lying in their bed
Or the coyotes call
echoing instead
A tear drop drifting down
a cheek in sadness
The sound that a bullet makes
when it strikes your flesh
The waves of the ocean
pulling you under
Startling honk of a horn
as into traffic you blunder
The final words of prayer
with Last Rites given
Hopefully not the words
you will never be forgiven
Featured Poem on Poetry Soup, June 6, 2010
Poem Details | by
Katy Lavasser |
Categories:
death, nature, perspective, poetry, sky, sound, weather,
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"
Thrashing
Slashing
Crashing
That was the end of all human life ever lasting
Poem Details | by
Blake Holland |
Categories:
addiction, allusion, angel, anger, art, celebration, confusion, crazy, depression, desire, earth, emotions, fantasy, fear, feelings, freedom, god, grief, health, humanity, humorous, image, imagination, life, loneliness, love, magic, music, nonsense, peace, planet, political, poverty, power, pride, psychological, sound, space, spiritual, stars, stress, suicide, sympathy, teen, usa, wisdom, world,
Take the pill
on the hill
and don't be shrill
when you see the rainbow
when you are low.
Just go with the flow
and eat the purple snow.
Chase the rabbits
through the green field
but use my shield
to end all of your habits.
Poem Details | by
Ggg Bbb |
Categories:
chocolate, death, fire, music, silence, sound,
2#
Silence spoke to me when i was feeling very, very small
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Poem Details | by
Danny Stinson |
Categories:
death, lost love, words,
Follow the footsteps in the snow.
Down that path: Dare you go?
Sprint around the twists and turns;
Find the cove that sunlight spurns.
There you'll find your love alone.
"Why?" Are the words she shall moan.
Then Death will lift her from the ground:
Dying words are the softest sound.
Poem Details | by
Gail Foster |
Categories:
death, light, nature, seasons, sorrow, sound, winter,
softly, whispering
featherfalls on silent stone
winter, gravity
lost in the fog, birds
grieving morning voicelessly
remembering love
dead diamonds, ditches
glittering cold promises
fossil furrow froze
darkness, deepening
the womb and the grave hiding
secrets and shadows
in the ground, waiting
the souls of springs children sing
muffled lullabies
© Gail Foster 2016
Poem Details | by
Jasmine Koria |
Categories:
death, farewell, father, grief,
Your life support machine
The church bells
The tyres of the hearse on mud that still looks like the soles of your shoes
The choir
Grandma's flowers falling onto your casket
The curious indifference of birds on a sunny, beautiful
Morning
Cameras clapping for you
Your brothers talking
Friends breathing out cautiously
Lace falling over the glass just above you
Concrete rolling home
My brother breathing in
My heart beating
Still.
Poem Details | by
Greg Stanley |
Categories:
death,
The sound of the clock:
tick… tick… tick
Makes me feel so
sick… sick… sick.
Weaker with each
breath… breath… breath.
All I can think of
death… death… death.
By: Greg Stanley
January 3, 2012
Poem Details | by
Jermaine Kirimi |
Categories:
angel, confusion, death,
I am in deed messed up,
My heart pounding on the rock,
As I pierce my pain on the phase of a tanzanite,
I Grimm as I reap down the valley,
My stress is too dim trying to get hold of the rest,
Test me twice thrice is no test,
The psychology played tormenting!
Facts are stated but never illuminated,
Light is darker but why not show the light,
I alight my path but the eerie of the air,
Still black as coal as stuffy as foul,
My play is to wait for the dark clouds to pass,
But I see no hope only the reapers touch,
I lie to ground and wait my fate,
Let the earth and sky decide or weigh,
Am at peace let me relax and wait.
Poem Details | by
Chad Wood |
Categories:
death,
She drove in the morning in
veil-like fogs, hair whipped in
a stream of windows, cracked. Like
slick, black snakes, her leather
skin faced days, days, and yet
more days, with a cigarette lit so
her red embers glow in the dimness.
A puff from her nostrils, another
from her lips, her trembling hands
subside on the wheel, save for two
fingers with a smoke-stick stuck
between them. It wasn't the hum
of the engine, or the rasp in her
breath. No, it was her silence
that taught us mostly, ours and
hers alike. When days, days, and
more days passed, silent was her
sound, and it was the mightiest
sound of them all.
Poem Details | by
Mathieu de Casanove |
Categories:
introspection, life, nostalgia, sympathy,
Once I whispered like a child
Cup-handed (gleefully)
But the cup is full of whiskey now
I fumbled (shamefully)
My head was filled with light
Your imagination: my symphony
My mind is cluttered now
My indignation: your sympathy
Poem Details | by
Osman Gani |
Categories:
death, introspection, visionary, sound, sound,
As the frozen air touched my skin
Shuddered I with sense of Dead,
Being heart and blood cold in sin
Recalling my decisive day’s dread.
The silence grew more than silent.
A hushing sound roamed around.
Whisperings caused soul’s torment
As the tiny rabbit chased by hound.
The sounds audible yet unheard
Being wordless yet only in vowels.
The hurling violent winds stroked
The senses as the wavering bells.
The silent sound broke by dog barks
As if marking the presence of Death
Who called me or summoned in Darks
Of eternity that is buried beneath.
Poem Details | by
George Oxbury |
Categories:
death, sound, sound,
When sirens sound and shatter through the air,
As happened when it dawned; this truth…
That all of us had come to stand and stare
Into the eyes of bygone youth.
The note beneath the body's name told tales:
Malicious plants that seek to blight;
They painted, on his pallid face, the wails
That told us shadows of his plight.
Our grief united all of us, but still,
Observing closely I could see
The two of us united in our ill…
Then will the sirens sound for me?
Poem Details | by
Tun Lin Soe |
Categories:
conflict, death of a friend, feelings, rain, sound,
The rain was whispering
Like my grandmother
When I was little bay
Saying hey "Futu Weak up "
Then but all in silent right
I was one though in sight .
Dan! Dan! I heard a sound
Then I went out but nothing found ,
I think there may someone at ground
I called hey Mom! Weak up! Weak up!
Night was so deep but so no light
Then I got in Mom room
Where I was a clear bed I found
So scared me ! I tried to call my brothers
And sisters who were sleeping low floor.
But I couldn't, I was tied
with my mouth sound, I called hardly
But couldn't make a sound .
Tun Lin Soe ( Soul of Rohang)
Poem Details | by
HGarvey Daniel Esquire |
Categories:
death, lost love, love, sad
Standing on the top of the cliffs, overlooking : Melancholy Sound
The ominous black whistle of a Fairy tale; Princess Cruise Ship
In the light of blind LOVE, a smokestack wails as the smell of Death ; Abounds
The groaning ebony whistle, evaporates into the Portals of the past
Leaving the image of Everlasting LOVE written in the sky by the Golden Rays of the Sun
I walk away leaving my Reminiscing behind
Inspired by Janette Fisher’s Contest : “ Sounds Familiar “
Poem Details | by
Jacque Graham |
Categories:
death, husband, political, sound, sound,
The war is a part of life
There was always the sound of bombs
The sound of people dying
One landed close
The neighbors
Rasheed and I rushed out
The house was destroyed
I saw pieces of the mother
The father
Under a pile of rubble was the girl, Laila
So young and beautiful
Lost her parents
Home
Future
Rasheed carried her to our house
We cared for her till she was strong
Rasheed doted on her
I knew his intentions
Soon I would not be the only one
The only wife to Rasheed
For Laila it was my fate
Or death.
Poem Details | by
Danny Stinson |
Categories:
death,
Softly, she floats through the skies
With wings she received when she died.
Poem Details | by
Greg Gaul |
Categories:
death, fear, inspiration, life, philosophy, sound, spiritual,
the fear of death is
the undeniable primal
roar under everything
Poem Details | by
Anna Hopper |
Categories:
child, death, music,
The silence was thick and bothersome
The choice of attire, coal black
The attendees formed a circle
Strung together by hands, a grieving pack
His body was displayed in a peaceful manner
Photos adorned the otherwise bare room
Monotone colors set a dreary mood
The atmosphere portrayed pure gloom
In the midst of the mourning ritual
Mary Jane's began to tap
Before long they swept across the room
Humble black shoes with a broken strap
This tiny person had the pack intrigued
Drawn in by her honest spirit
They watched her body twirl at ease
There was music, but only she could hear it
10/5/2015
Poem Details | by
Wren Rushing |
Categories:
dark, death,
A man once knelt beside a mirrored pool,
stared into the eyes of a faithless fool.
An empty soul who made a devil's pact,
to turn away from truth in search of fact.
With no light to shine on this troubled trail,
he then became lost, then slipped and fell.
Leaving all he knew for a promised lie,
he lived in darkness til the day he died.
Now all alone deep in his earthly tomb,
he ponders his choice of eternal doom.
He is kept awake from his peaceful sleep,
by the mournful hymns while the widows weep.
Sometimes he hears the sound of shovels scrape,
he knows another fool has sealed their fate.
3/10/19
Poem Details | by
Katherine Braithwaite |
Categories:
angst, death of a friend, devotion, loss,
In fields of lushest buttercups we ‘d lie
We’d watch the clouds as gently they blew by.
Love was born we thought would never die.
But now you’re gone and here I sadly sigh
That love itself remains without your form
Yet tears of loss enfold me like a storm.
I knew you’d never hurt or do me harm.
I felt your smile’s embrace, so wide, so warm.
How is the world,now emptied of your being?
No sound,no touch,no smell,no sight,no seeing.
How is the world when you have gone ahead
Yet I must linger in my lonely bed?
Some days I weep with gladness for my friends
Some days I weep in sadness without end.
Poem Details | by
PJ Gongora |
Categories:
death, dream, murder, music, mystery, nostalgia, sound,
I hear the night of your appalling death
In the theme of silent despair your next
For worthless life that incident had bet
Then seized the light of your musical text.
Your crest fallen ghost haunts my sentiment
As if telling denouement of unknown
And notes unwritten shares an involvement
With an instrument death has not yet shown.
Now I'm taking an ear feasting revenge
To clear the puzzle your death left unsolved;
The music you own inspired to avenge
My master tenor talent pain absolved.
Since its only sounds my ear outmost lean
Let me be the heir of your violin.
Poem Details | by
Robert Hermann |
Categories:
history, sad, sympathy, sound, sound,
I crossed the Fields of Misery
And wept in blood-let streams.
I saw the face of Terror
Frozen in a soldier's scream.
I heard the sound of laughter;
Children playing in the sun.
I heard the sound of thunder;
Clapping from a torrent gun.
I knelt with bitter silence;
Mute heroes washed ashore.
I heard the distant cannons
Chanting hymns of civil war.
Poem Details | by
Rajesh sharma |
Categories:
death, family, inspirational, life, dog, dog, girl, sleep,
A dog that gave a barking sound.
A girl that ran to her mum.
She tell’s her mum can I sleep here today.
Her mum agrees they sleep together in a cold night.
A puff of air that disappeared.
The girl see’s it she tries to wake her mum up.
Mum it’s here again the puff of air.
The dog left the house and never came back.