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Poem Details | by Jenish Somadas |
Categories: black love, blue, color, death, green, red, yellow,

Death in Disguise

Pattering rain shattering on grey road
With grisly green umbrella she troad
In a black attire looking ghostly white
Her red woeful eyes sending fearful jilt.

Watery moon painting yellowish lips
Frozen fear dancing on pink finger tips
Her flowing hair sweeping pain of ashes
An orange lamp blinking passing wishes.

Violet blooms falling from whining trees
Covering brown earth - a graveyard in pleas
Ah nature, dull and dreary, standing still
Her fervid eloquence under blue spill.

My canary cage cried a fearful moan
While eyes shifted, into thin air she gone.

Third Place in STRAND PICK 8,any theme,any form Poetry Contest sponsored by Brian Strand

Poem Details | by Jeinara Odonio |
Categories: absence, art, blue, dark, desire, devotion, earth, emotions, eulogy, eve, feelings, hope, how i feel, howl, i love you, image, irony, joy, loneliness, lonely, longing, memory, missing, moon, night, pain, passion, poems, relationship, romantic, stars,

Yellow Moon

She watched as the earth fell asleep

Waited for the yellow moon

soft kisses of unfaithful wind..

Images..Images on her head

Nostalgic memory of a forgotten love

Flashes of things she tried to forget..

Her eyes caught the reflection of the moon

locked inside the rain on her cheek..

She was standing alone..

Her grieving heart sought

solace from the moon

She petitioned the stars

Where is he this very night?

Cruel..oh so cruel..

Beneath the silence of the sky

she bowed her head and cried..

Poem Details | by James Foulk |
Categories: death, imagination, sonrose,

A Yellow Rose

A young fallen dishearten

father slowly plucked the

yellow rose from off

the bush to take to

his young son's grave,

to morn each day

for this young child

that was taken from

him so early, is more

than this man can take

only thing that keeps

him going is someday

they will meet again

up there in glory land,

until then he will place

a yellow rose on

this lonely grave

each day, until

the roses are all


Written 6-30-11

Poem Details | by Donald Waugh Sr. |
Categories: death, lost, lost, yellow,

A Single Yellow Rose

There's a single yellow rose,
that I put on your headstone.
Every day I come to visit,
stare at your picture on my phone.

We were sent to war together,
always went on patrol at night.
I can remember a few times,
when we almost lost that fight.

That night that you lost your life,
it tore my world apart,
You were always like a brother,
that remains deep in my heart.

So I place a single yellow rose,
on top of your headstone.
And I will never forget you,
I keep your picture on my phone.

Poem Details | by Adeleke Adeite |
Categories: bereavement,

A Yellow Yield

Tiredless toils a farmer wields
to overcrowd his fallow fields.
His seeds did snug the ground,
and rodents ran arround;
in harvest came a yellow yield.

Category B: Serious.

Poem Details | by Nalanti Goosen |
Categories: angst, death, funeral, life, loss, lost love, love, sad,

Single Yellow Orchid

Silver box filled with madrigals
Winter song upon her heart
One single Orchid in her hand
Flower of bitter sadness
Panting for what is lost

Eyes blind in the darkness
Seeing what is left of love 
Softly whispering his name
Reaching out for bitter sweet memories
Embittering herself for this pain

A sunset that she missed 
Candle light now her company
They chattered before she left 
The yellow Orchid on a grave
Untimely death of tender love

 Nalanti Goosen©2012
 All rights reserved

Poem Details | by K. Paige |
Categories: grave, imagery, metaphor, nature, symbolism, yellow,


that field over there
graveyard of skeleton grass
not always happy

Poem Details | by Mark Frawley |
Categories: autumn, death, leaving, lonely, nature, sad, yellow,

Autumn Leaves

Silently whistling down the sidewalk,
The autumn leaves take their daily stroll.
Further and further away they go, the closer they get. 
Speed walking on the concrete slab,
They feel a gust of wind pushing them.
Ironically, a leaf blower rounds them together.
Their stroll ends, as they are bunched into the black plastic bag.
A different stroll is coming; the landfill is near.
They spend their last months together, decomposing away.

Poem Details | by Janine Jacobs |
Categories: beautiful, death, goodbye,

Yellow flower

The yellow flower
Taken from the sunny field
Lies on your casket

Poem Details | by William Donovan |
Categories: death of a friend, friend,

Yellow Brick Road

Yellow Brick Road

As angels go Dorothy was my favorite!
she saw within our hearts. She knew the 
possibilities. She helped us believe
in ourselves.
She laughed the hardest, she loved us all, 
she guided this lost soul into a place of peace.
We miss you very dearly.

Thoughts from the scarecrow, tin man and cowardly lion!
And your little dog too!
I'll find you at the end of the yellow brick road.

Love to our dear friend, Dorothy Rengsdorff.

Poem Details | by Barbara Cotter |
Categories: death, faith, inspirational, introspection, nature, philosophy, yellow,

Green Meadow

I’ll be slipping away like morning
into the bright blue tomorrow;
before you realize I’m gone,
I will be there, where
the yellow flowers bloom.

What matter of air, or earth, or space
can keep me from my hour
in that so green meadow
where the yellow flowers grow
wild up toward the sun.

Every moment is tending 
to a natural conclusion;
stream to river runs,
to field, to flower.

Poem Details | by Lesley Brown |
Categories: angst, death, historyme, yellow,

Shooting Star

You said it was nothing,
that we would be alright, 
that it was just a symbol,
a yellow piece of cloth.

Nothing was going to happen,
Yeah. Right.
Tell this to me now,
look me in the eye.
I know you can’t.

It’s been a long time
since yellow was just a color
and our star was just a shape.
They need no excuse to be violent.
They do that all on their own.

You said it was nothing,
that we would be alright.

Well look where we are now.

This poem is written in response to a section from Elie Wiesel's Holocaust memoir Night.

Poem Details | by Sara Kendrick |
Categories: allegory, death, fantasy, funny, imagination, inspirational, nature

Yellow Fellar

Poor beautiful yellow snail just enjoying sitting on the railroad rail
So sleek in God's design
Moving so slowly just sliding, slipping along
Here comes the morning train
Well, it won't be very long

Poem Details | by william white |
Categories: confusion, death, father,

Goodbye Yellow

He said he saw
his dad die.
it wasn't nice, he said.
Dad wasn't doing too good,
So he kept saying, it was
hard to listen and not say go away.
He was trying his best
to stay awake for him.
so he kept right on talking;
Dad, he said, don't 
keep holding on.
In his eyes he could tell
Dad couldn't be here anymore.
Refuse started to come out of
his mouth and nose
Dad I forgive you
for all you have done.
You can die now.