Poetry competition CLOSED 28th March 2016 7:04am
WINNER
jasmine88 (Jasmine Moore)
jasmine88 (Jasmine Moore)
death
NEEDLES OF GLASS
.
Needles of glass, their never-ending
rage; a ghost fire, spreading
the slow burn that licks at my
calves, that makes my toes seize
and my fingers buzz, fighting the
hollow numbness that encroaches,
harbingers of the saccharine drip,
crystallizing synapses
eroding the perception of sight and
thought that drowns in a single depth
the ebbing of low tide on a beach of
finest silt, unable to support
anything heavier than the sea salt
that weeps from my nostrils,
a cycle, a cyst; moon phases
extolling their revelation,
a parasitic resolve,
reading a muted fortune
as seen through the uncorrupted
facets of a perfect diamond
that never realizes its own
appreciation, inevitably
unable to grant that
this too shall pass,
reduced to crawling
through needles of glass,
never mind tomorrow
is my last, should it be,
living each day that way,
till the twelfth hour tolls
when death comes, now or then,
as a lover? a friend?
let me, finely, know bliss
from all of this, keeping
me from remembering.
Copyright ©2016 Jade Pandora. All Rights Reserved.
On being severely diabetic.
.
Needles of glass, their never-ending
rage; a ghost fire, spreading
the slow burn that licks at my
calves, that makes my toes seize
and my fingers buzz, fighting the
hollow numbness that encroaches,
harbingers of the saccharine drip,
crystallizing synapses
eroding the perception of sight and
thought that drowns in a single depth
the ebbing of low tide on a beach of
finest silt, unable to support
anything heavier than the sea salt
that weeps from my nostrils,
a cycle, a cyst; moon phases
extolling their revelation,
a parasitic resolve,
reading a muted fortune
as seen through the uncorrupted
facets of a perfect diamond
that never realizes its own
appreciation, inevitably
unable to grant that
this too shall pass,
reduced to crawling
through needles of glass,
never mind tomorrow
is my last, should it be,
living each day that way,
till the twelfth hour tolls
when death comes, now or then,
as a lover? a friend?
let me, finely, know bliss
from all of this, keeping
me from remembering.
Copyright ©2016 Jade Pandora. All Rights Reserved.
On being severely diabetic.
Anonymous
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death
My grandma died the other day
I hate death days
Detest them so
She lived long
Died peacefully as these things go
Still,
Death
I hate that bastard
(like to...like? knotted inmost self's compulsion to ask)
Spose I have a love hate thing
When I was 16, he tore out my heart stitching jagged craters of it back simultaneously
Gifting me with it
Bleeding crystalline tears
That was the year my mother died
Metastasized cancer
By the end I was praying
Please God just do what's best for her
Not me
Not my grandparents
No one else
Just her
Dysfunctionality
Heh
Exists
Many of us shaped
And formed
And shifted
S
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T y
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T y
Death
Oft does the shaping
Molding
Enfolding
Us
In weaves of grief
The warp and weft meshed so well
We cannot find our way
Without
Again
Are trapped within all-unknowing
As year turns upon year
And
Webs pile into dust
My grandmother died the other day
Oh! I am bereft indeed
I know not how to encompass her
And I begin to comprehend at this late stage
How
My unique and skewed family landscape has caused grief to pile
Like furniture cloaked carefully preserved under white cloths
In unused rooms as in some manse shut formally
I believe I may be in some trouble here
Things frothing in the mix
Too much has gone awry this year
Too many issues (such an innocuous word sneaking vast horrors within it)
Too much, I say
Sleep, where are you, sleep, ah yes, you come when I can no longer have you. When I must be up and about, then here you come for me.
Otherwise...
You
Are
Elusive
Resisting capture
Evading me.
I can feel the pressure
on
my mind
In my psyche
Squeezing my heart
Wringing me
Into pulp
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/206708-death/
A Good Murder and help from Granny
I, in dark of night
I, sly tip toed and dun him in
I thwacked!!!
His head ooooozed
Red thoughts
And un fucking able to torture me with them....
I screamed at him motionless
"You got nuthin to say now huh!!"
And i grinned
Grin spread wide across my cheeks
I took great comfort in his state of utter weak
Oh the sweet soothe
And sound of head
Neath !Whack!
Of my Granny's rollin pin
Granny had laughed wicked
The day she gave it to me
She said "Babygirl...this will come in handy...keep it within reach."
I did.
And one day all became tooo much
His bruise
On my face
His black and blue mark
And i should wear it behind shades..
Hide bloody swell until the fade...
Wear his marks as my disgrace!?
Not ever again...
I dun him in...
Dun him in gooood
With Granny's handy dandy rollin pin....
Oh yes...teehee ...i grin.
As i wrap his lifeless body
My mark now worn on him
And throw him with a !thud!
In the Taco Bell garbage bin......😁
I, in dark of night
I, sly tip toed and dun him in
I thwacked!!!
His head ooooozed
Red thoughts
And un fucking able to torture me with them....
I screamed at him motionless
"You got nuthin to say now huh!!"
And i grinned
Grin spread wide across my cheeks
I took great comfort in his state of utter weak
Oh the sweet soothe
And sound of head
Neath !Whack!
Of my Granny's rollin pin
Granny had laughed wicked
The day she gave it to me
She said "Babygirl...this will come in handy...keep it within reach."
I did.
And one day all became tooo much
His bruise
On my face
His black and blue mark
And i should wear it behind shades..
Hide bloody swell until the fade...
Wear his marks as my disgrace!?
Not ever again...
I dun him in...
Dun him in gooood
With Granny's handy dandy rollin pin....
Oh yes...teehee ...i grin.
As i wrap his lifeless body
My mark now worn on him
And throw him with a !thud!
In the Taco Bell garbage bin......😁
"Immortal"
I write these words not set in a verse, not bound by rhyme or rule,
but felt from the heart, as
I am dying.
Our vehicle fell prey to the roadside sentence.
Now I lay here writing in the barren wilderness of the
Far East,
I hear another explosion ten miles to the north...
or maybe west...
I can't decipher the difference.
I look to my right and see my best friend drawing his
Final breath
His lips are moving saying
'I love you my brother...forever!'
the words powerful, the breath long and meaningful.
My own breath is becoming shortened and harder to draw
my mind falters and my heart ceases
and I am now just an
Apparition
like my
Friends, Comrades, Predecessors
that have
Passed
I continue writing this in the sand.
As I cry out questioning and wondering what was the point of
WAR?
There are no winners, no losers;
No one is bigger or better, nor
Higher or lower than anyone else.
I know my final hour is upon me now so aloud I pray
'As I lay my head down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
For I shall die before I wake
So I pray the Lord
My soul to
Take'
To take and remake as I crossover now into the Light
I am no longer living, but I continue
wondering
I am not lost but rather found...
yes, I will rest in
Peace tonight
although I have perished in
HELL
I can rest assured that my petty triumphs and personal defeats shall
NOT DIE,
not in VEIN,
nor in DESPAIR
not because of my FAME or FORTUNE.
But because all those who have
Boarded that plane out of
Canada
PAST,
PRESENT,
and
FUTURE
are truly
IMMORTAL
I write these words not set in a verse, not bound by rhyme or rule,
but felt from the heart, as
I am dying.
Our vehicle fell prey to the roadside sentence.
Now I lay here writing in the barren wilderness of the
Far East,
I hear another explosion ten miles to the north...
or maybe west...
I can't decipher the difference.
I look to my right and see my best friend drawing his
Final breath
His lips are moving saying
'I love you my brother...forever!'
the words powerful, the breath long and meaningful.
My own breath is becoming shortened and harder to draw
my mind falters and my heart ceases
and I am now just an
Apparition
like my
Friends, Comrades, Predecessors
that have
Passed
I continue writing this in the sand.
As I cry out questioning and wondering what was the point of
WAR?
There are no winners, no losers;
No one is bigger or better, nor
Higher or lower than anyone else.
I know my final hour is upon me now so aloud I pray
'As I lay my head down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
For I shall die before I wake
So I pray the Lord
My soul to
Take'
To take and remake as I crossover now into the Light
I am no longer living, but I continue
wondering
I am not lost but rather found...
yes, I will rest in
Peace tonight
although I have perished in
HELL
I can rest assured that my petty triumphs and personal defeats shall
NOT DIE,
not in VEIN,
nor in DESPAIR
not because of my FAME or FORTUNE.
But because all those who have
Boarded that plane out of
Canada
PAST,
PRESENT,
and
FUTURE
are truly
IMMORTAL
The Next Great Adventure
As we reach our prime,
Whether living on a dime,
Or sipping gin and lime,
We see the light approaching,
And feel our souls entwined,
In deaths embrace.
Fear grips our necks,
Money, struggles, love, faith, sex,
Is it all for nought,
Losing all we learned and taught?
Or to paraphrase,
A bearded great,
In his long, magical venture,
To the well organised mind,
Is death but,
The next great adventure?
As we reach our prime,
Whether living on a dime,
Or sipping gin and lime,
We see the light approaching,
And feel our souls entwined,
In deaths embrace.
Fear grips our necks,
Money, struggles, love, faith, sex,
Is it all for nought,
Losing all we learned and taught?
Or to paraphrase,
A bearded great,
In his long, magical venture,
To the well organised mind,
Is death but,
The next great adventure?
ps. welcome to DU! ^^ and this is old work I'm not sure if that is allowed if not I will make a new one
O, Death
His blood is spread across the walls.
Harsh brush strokes of tar.
Bubbles of paint that stay on the top
O, Death
Fear his chime as his features come to life.
Better paint faster says the voice in your head.
Throwing a bucket of paint at the man who comes.
But oh no, the black paint creaks through the cracks.
His lips do but cross across your wall.
O death!
He comes closer.
Mark him I say.
His bubbly tar falling on your floor.
His white pale eyes gazing back at you.
For he is death.
As he stands, knife in hand.
You drop your brush, and take his hand .
For now it is your end.
O, Death
His blood is spread across the walls.
Harsh brush strokes of tar.
Bubbles of paint that stay on the top
O, Death
Fear his chime as his features come to life.
Better paint faster says the voice in your head.
Throwing a bucket of paint at the man who comes.
But oh no, the black paint creaks through the cracks.
His lips do but cross across your wall.
O death!
He comes closer.
Mark him I say.
His bubbly tar falling on your floor.
His white pale eyes gazing back at you.
For he is death.
As he stands, knife in hand.
You drop your brush, and take his hand .
For now it is your end.
To my mum
Death came extinguished life and took my mother away
death smothered and stole her breath her in a way
There’s an empty hole Left behind,
Heartache and sorrow are entwined,
In every action, thought and feeling I have
A big part is missing since you have passed,
Sadness tainting memories with lost hope,
Externally showing to all I can cope,
You were my constant, my rock my mother and friend,
On you I did leaned on, I could always depend,
The day that you left this world behind,
A piece of my being died inside,
I still can’t believe that you are now gone,
I try really hard to remain so strong,
I had so many plans and things we could do,
Now I must live on, live on without you,
I never got to say goodbye,
I didn’t expect it…I suppose that’s why
The last time I saw you we had fun where we went,
now a cherished memory of the time that we spent,
I pray your soul is now at peace & free from lifes pains,
Our sadness & sorrow still remains.
I do not feel the need to lay flowers to signify loss
Everyday your in my thoughts and never forgot
You suddenly passed and was taken away
Eternal peace for your soul I do pray
I hope you know how much I loved you
You are missed so much that much is so true.
Death came extinguished life and took my mother away
death smothered and stole her breath her in a way
There’s an empty hole Left behind,
Heartache and sorrow are entwined,
In every action, thought and feeling I have
A big part is missing since you have passed,
Sadness tainting memories with lost hope,
Externally showing to all I can cope,
You were my constant, my rock my mother and friend,
On you I did leaned on, I could always depend,
The day that you left this world behind,
A piece of my being died inside,
I still can’t believe that you are now gone,
I try really hard to remain so strong,
I had so many plans and things we could do,
Now I must live on, live on without you,
I never got to say goodbye,
I didn’t expect it…I suppose that’s why
The last time I saw you we had fun where we went,
now a cherished memory of the time that we spent,
I pray your soul is now at peace & free from lifes pains,
Our sadness & sorrow still remains.
I do not feel the need to lay flowers to signify loss
Everyday your in my thoughts and never forgot
You suddenly passed and was taken away
Eternal peace for your soul I do pray
I hope you know how much I loved you
You are missed so much that much is so true.
"I'll be home at 9:30"
Red light.
It was a night of
Blood, booze, and
bruises like galaxies
containing my sorrow
Left on thighs for everyone to see
My hands still met the wheel
And my foot barely hit the brakes
My eyes of teal
Barely focus as my stomach aches
Green light.
Plastic bags of late night groceries
A daughter in front of television,
I can see the glow of cartoons on her cheek
The girl most close to me
My eyes focus on that thought alike night vision
All I have to do is walk across the street.
Red light.
My eyes have flakes
My tongue without taste
For sanity, I am derived
My foot moves from the break
The car moves with haste
And I began to drive
Green light.
So quickly it happens.
A simple flick of light as my heart stops.
Now this car has left her in
A world without the word "Mom"
I didn't see it in front of me.
I wouldn't suspect this would occur.
My daughter was waiting.
Now there's no one left for her.
It was milk and ice cream in my bag
An assortment of dairy.
She had wanted dessert
Now she'd probably want her only family back.
Red light.
Little do I feel
What's broken the peace
In just one tiny blow
But the car bumps
My body jumps
A woman against my window.
Red light.
It was a night of
Blood, booze, and
bruises like galaxies
containing my sorrow
Left on thighs for everyone to see
My hands still met the wheel
And my foot barely hit the brakes
My eyes of teal
Barely focus as my stomach aches
Green light.
Plastic bags of late night groceries
A daughter in front of television,
I can see the glow of cartoons on her cheek
The girl most close to me
My eyes focus on that thought alike night vision
All I have to do is walk across the street.
Red light.
My eyes have flakes
My tongue without taste
For sanity, I am derived
My foot moves from the break
The car moves with haste
And I began to drive
Green light.
So quickly it happens.
A simple flick of light as my heart stops.
Now this car has left her in
A world without the word "Mom"
I didn't see it in front of me.
I wouldn't suspect this would occur.
My daughter was waiting.
Now there's no one left for her.
It was milk and ice cream in my bag
An assortment of dairy.
She had wanted dessert
Now she'd probably want her only family back.
Red light.
Little do I feel
What's broken the peace
In just one tiny blow
But the car bumps
My body jumps
A woman against my window.
...so tired...like i haven't slept for ages...trying to get comfortable in my bed...didn't think it was supposed to be this damn cold & this night, so dark with an echoey silence....finally I drift into a dream....I am eating a peanut butter & jelly sandwich...the taste of the sweet jelly so good....when i feel a crunch & movement & i look at the sandwich ....the jelly is dozens of spiders & I feel them crawling in my mouth...as I gag & choke I can feel them coming out my nose & eyes...my mouth & ears....and I realize that I am dead & have been for a very long time.
