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Poem Details | by Nadia Steel |
Categories: baby, bereavement, child, death, loss, mother, spoken word,

Still Called Mother

My body is a graveyard.
I buried you inside this defective womb.
I am less than a woman.
My flesh a fertile tomb.
Tiny ghost.
I will never hold you.

My baby is crying.
My baby is crying and no one can hear their haunting wail but me.
Night after night.
Hush now.
Momma loves you.
Inviting this emotional decay,
I am damaged.

My heart is in the ground with you, dear one. 
This body betrayed me.
The space between these hips, 
Now an empty cradle.
That gentle heartbeat,

I am always with you.
My soul gently rocks you,
As you sleep.
When the fragile heart stops beating,
Are you still called mother?

Poem Details | by Michael Vacek |
Categories: animal, death, horror, prejudice, racism, spoken word, violence,

Why Do We Keep Killing Each Other

I have become the tree, perched on a limb,
Bow in hand, camouflaged grey, black, and brown.
Looking with my eyes, not moving my brim,
Detecting movement, the forest slows down.

Suddenly, a flicker of ear and tail,
Flashes in the sun entering my view.
Deer browsing, eyes darting, heads bob, ears flail,
Squirrel climbs near, my position askew.

Chattering loudly, bushy tail thrashing,
Alerting of danger for all to hear. 
Blue jay flies in and joins with jeers lashing,
Deer, with a flick of the flag, disappear.

Why can't humans communicate so well,
Spanning differences, on earth where we dwell?


Poem Details | by Gershon Wolf |
Categories: funeral, murder, spoken word,

Mark his words

Marc Antony's funeral oration
Masterpiece of shrewd persuasion
  Igniting sundry Romans' fierce desire
  To douse 'noble Brutus' life with fire

Poem Details | by Line Gauthier |
Categories: grief, hate, irony, meaningful, perspective, spoken word,


Tongue lashings are bitter
  they hurt and injure
Gnawing at both the heart
  of victim and abuser
With each hostile strike
  both hearts bruise and deaden
Hostility a most deadly poison
  injected as cheeks redden

No word of a lie striking a chord
You live by the sword you die by the sword

AP: Honorable Mention 2020

Submitted on December 6, 2019, for contest IF YOU LIVE BY THE SWORD THEN YOU DIE BY THE SWORD sponsored by SILENT ONE  -  RANKED 1ST

Poem Details | by shadab shaikh |
Categories: addiction, age, anger, conflict, confusion, dark, death, depression, desire, emotions, for her, grief, heart, heartbroken, hero, hindi, how i feel, howl, jealousy, leaving, life, loneliness, lonely, longing, loss, lost, lost love, love, miss you, missing, missing you, moon, moving on, natural disasters, nostalgia, pain, poems, sad, sad love, sin, sorrow, sorry, spoken word, stress, suicide, trust, truth, words, writing,

Yeh khaalipan

Jab Meri Bechaini Mit Jayegi
Jab Mere Dilko Sukoon Mil Jayega
Yeh Khaalipan Mit Jayega

Do Pal Ki Chandni Ke Liye
Aj Bhi Zinda Hoon Main
Meri Khaamoshi Ke Ageh Aasmaan Bhi Khatam Ho Jayega

Kehne Ke Liye Toh Roz Marta Hoon Main
Thoda Aur Marne Ke Liye
Yeh Deewana Kal Phir Ayega

Poem Details | by Blake Holland |
Categories: addiction, adventure, allusion, anger, art, child, childhood, children, community, corruption, crazy, dark, death, deep, depression, desire, evil, fantasy, fear, freedom, future, gothic, grave, grief, imagination, lust, murder, pain, pollution, poverty, power, sad love, science, society, spiritual, spoken word, visionary,

The Future Starts Here

The innocence is transfusing
and overturning 
the goat skin drums
children of the mills,
children of the junkyard,
and savaging
and we keep filling them with
mercury, nitrate, espestice, baby bombs
blasted out of their shaved heads
and foraging

Poem Details | by Alexander Seal |
Categories: care, death, eulogy, family, farewell, funeral, goodbye, grandmother, grief, heaven, how i feel, hurt, i miss you, mom, mother son, philosophy, psychological, sad, spiritual, spoken word, uplifting,

Two sides of death

Death was dreaded. 
Dreaded more. 

Being told, 

The day arrived. 

The bond was broken, 
The memories ended, 
There was grey nothing. 


For me: 

For her: 

Two sides of death. 

In memory of my mother

Poem Details | by Lycia Harding |
Categories: death, grave, spoken word,

The Spirits Speak - Triolet

Inside this tomb
the spirits speak.

They hate the gloom
inside this tomb.

They fuss and fume
and shout and shriek.

Inside this tomb
the spirits speak.

Poem Details | by Stephanie Sinday |
Categories: death, deep, grave, heartbreak, how i feel, hurt, i love you, i miss you, loneliness, longing, loss, lost love, love, love hurts, memory, missing, missing you, poems, poetry, rain, remember, sad love, sorrow, spoken word, true love, words,

I Promise, A Boundless Love

Even the rain falls,
The world won't flood, no more.
For I am now to shed a tear
Of a wounded heart where you are here.
As long as the moon lights up the dark,
The fire of love will stay at heart.
If ever the rest might start to fade,
I promise to remain the same.
For my love for you is boundless,
Won't easily change, nor easily erase.
And I promise, not to hesitate
To visit you always at your grave. 

Poem Details | by Kaitlyn Fox |
Categories: death, life, love, spoken word,

How I Will Explain Death to my Children

Everyday Life sends Death countless gifts because she misses him,
and Death holds on to them forever as a reminder of his love for her. 

They fell in love a long time ago
and have become two star-crossed lovers trying to defy mortality.
They have written a timeless love story,
one of undivided devotion that has survived millenniums
and is still considered the greatest of them all. 

Maybe Life was missing Death more than usual today;
maybe she had to send him an extra special soul as a reminder of just how much she loves him.

Poem Details | by Tiffany Diaz |
Categories: beauty, betrayal, deep, grief, growth, heart, spoken word,

We Seek

Deeper than Deep
Deeper than the Oceans can keep
Deep down below
Beneath the layers we keep 
The sorrows that we weep
Tears fill the oceans we see
May they rise up and be our relief 
To the sky we look up and we reach
At the Horizon we gather we meet
In a Streamline Deep down Deep 

^^^^^We Seek^^^^^^

Poem Details | by Tamilyn Love |
Categories: allusion, break up, emotions, feelings, grief, how i feel, spoken word,

This Flame

I'm here holding on but trying to let go
Afraid to loose my grip And fall back to you below
I can not say the feelings that I hide
There is an emptiness
A darkness
Lighting flames on each side
I am laying here looking up wondering how I fell
Can I get back on two feet 
Or am I forever stuck in Hell
These tears are holding memories
One by one falling down
Dripping into a love cemetery 
Buried deep under ground
That flame is spreading lighting each end
Burning together and snapping at the bend
Ashes falling are carried through the air
Gently flowing each other's love
Spreading everywhere

Poem Details | by Line Gauthier |
Categories: culture, death, fear, scary, society, spoken word, stress,


What’s wrong with our culture
That we’re so deathly afraid
To talk about death and dying

It’s a process we will all go through
In one way or another
Yet hush hush it’s taboo
Don’t want to talk about it
Don’t want to hear about it 
We’re so tense and uptight

Keeping our thoughts private at all cost
Can’t expect any tête-à-tête discussion
Because people say the oddest things

As the process of our life slips away
What a relief it would be
To share and discuss openly

AP: Honorable Mention 2021

Posted on October 10, 2018

Poem Details | by James Kelley |
Categories: for her, imagery, life, spoken word, sympathy, words,


I study the ache that falls from your fingertips,
swim in the crest of your delusions,
and quarrel with the demons
you’ve created.
Right along side of you.
I hear the shake
between your bones,
that nervousness you
try to hide with wobbly
You spill unto me,
as the gait of your
verse stumbles up 
my spine;
retinas wince 
under the weight of 
every word.
Nothing has ever 
been so hard to read,
but I cannot look away 
from you.
We’ll get through this,
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.

Poem Details | by Jeremiah Poodle |
Categories: abuse, animal, death, deep, dog, spoken word, surreal,

Poodle Overworked

"Run and play tag", they said.
"Go fetch the ball", they said.
"Go and get groomed, he said"
"Run with me to the mall", she said.

one day I said "no"
and then I was dead

Poem Details | by Kee Greene |
Categories: dark, death, depression, innocence, life, lonely, spoken word,

Im here

I'm back.
Without even having to try.
I see.
My efforts weren't toward the good but the bad
But still! I'm here?! Right?

Times were waisted 
Lessons were taught
Friendships have ended

But I'm here! Right?


I wish someone were here with me too.
Besides these Dolls with realistic faces
Of my Own 

Poem Details | by Just Jane |
Categories: death of a friend, sad, spoken word,

Words Unsaid

Why couldn’t I say sorry
For all the times I let you worry?
Do you know my heart felt bad
Every time I made you cry or sad?

But as the clock ticks away,
I know my mistakes are here to stay.
Did I do and say enough;
Did you even know you were loved?

But the words still remain unsaid,
As I stare at your empty bed.
If only I could tell you how I feel,
Maybe in time my heart would heal.

Poem Details | by Jimmi Canada |
Categories: august, betrayal, break up, change, first love, forgiveness, games, goodbye, grief, hope, i am, imagery, places, poets, proposal, spoken word, storm, teacher, war, wind,

Not like this


intimating sanctions,

sailing you to make-shifts,

assailing with blank lips-

I rock Hetty,
while she make's a day-list,

I'm rock steady,
but she's having her hanky tins.

We both have a family-
they all have flailing limbs,

why can't we get along on a train we ask?

But soon lose to space ships

Poem Details | by Anthony Johnson |
Categories: death, discrimination, emotions, evil, feelings, hate, spoken word,


Spineless swine 
That line the street
but should be six feet deep 
Dirty old hags cover in rags 
These people are simply freaks 

Poem Details | by johny roberts |
Categories: bereavement, dance, faith, grief, love, philosophy, spoken word,

Better To Love

Nothing stays the same,

We sing, we dance,
We weep,

And we grieve for what was,
For what might be,

And so we love,
For it's better to love,

We dance,
For it's better to dance,

And we chase the end of rainbows,

Better this,

Then stand at the side,
And just


John Roberts

Poem Details | by Ben Potts |
Categories: death, introspection, perspective, poetry, spoken word, suicide, time,

In The Silence Of Time

In the silence of time
Tomorrow's unknown
Maybe I'll try
Maybe I won't

Dropping my pride 
I've struggled too long 
I feel it inside 
Solemn yet strong

I patiently wait 
Watching the tides
The lapping of waves 
Fighting my mind 

Walking to shore 
I look to the sand 
Wishing for more 
I tighten my hand

Stood on there own
These memories of me
And now I feel old
I just cannot see

For I didn't look 
And I ended up here
On the route that I took
Only darkness appeared

These demons of mine
Long do they wait
Frozen by time
Forever they stay

Where did I go?
It left me behind 
Floating ashore 
In the silence of time.

(Read in Reverse) 

Poem Details | by Vermillion Scythe |
Categories: death, old, people, spiritual, spoken word,

Million Ghosts

One full scarlet moon ago,
in a region of a million stones
lying there
are spirits of historical past
with many stories to be told
using a portable sun
some wake up
greeting with spooky noises
and gather the others
Opening their books, ears listen carefully
100 year old words come out
of their spiritual breath
every one of those memoirs narrated uniquely
of adventures the deceased went on
as emotions swing, laughs burst, and stories end happily
Time to go back home
and reunite another day

Poem Details | by Jacob Welch |
Categories: america, death, history, introspection, sea, spoken word, voyage,


Whispers in my ear;

The dead wish to live again.

A soft strumming
of worn out strings;

The dead hope to rise.

From coffin nails
to slow exhales,
the living wane
and slowly fail.

I tie my knots,
I lift my sails;

The dead setting off again.

From Roanoke
to Jamestown’s walls,
the sea consumes another soul;

And I’m settling down
on this foreign shore
without a line
to cast back home;

The living dream
of growing old;

The dead remain, 
in rotting bones.

Poem Details | by Kurt Philip Behm |
Categories: spoken word, words,

A Certain Death

Political Correctness ...
  handcuffs that restrain
  until the executioner arrives

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

Poem Details | by Line Gauthier |
Categories: change, death, mystery, silence, spoken word, time,


suddenly you were gone leaving me with what was left unsaid

Published in my mini photo/anthology ~SUNLIT RIPPLES~ 2019

AP: 3rd place 2020

Posted on April 24, 2019