Poetry competition CLOSED 12th September 2017 4:34am
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
RUNNERS-UP:
eswaller
and LBV
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Death after life
Poetry Contest Description
Death after life
Your interpretation of my poem called death after life
1 needs to have a title
2 any length
3 old or new work all excepted
Lights go out after you fall asleep deep sleep
Would you ever know death was at your door
What if you died today at a moments notice
Would you of felt how you went to the next world
Would of you just slipped away in a dream like state
Was there a bright white light making you feel safe
Could it be just a dream or some kind weird mind game
Is it a true death if there is an after life when the light goes out
Your light shines bright in the after life or it blows out like a candle
Death comes to us all no matter if it's an after life or candle light
No matter if you rule the world or your cardboard box is your home
When death comes knocking will it take you and you or just who
1 needs to have a title
2 any length
3 old or new work all excepted
Lights go out after you fall asleep deep sleep
Would you ever know death was at your door
What if you died today at a moments notice
Would you of felt how you went to the next world
Would of you just slipped away in a dream like state
Was there a bright white light making you feel safe
Could it be just a dream or some kind weird mind game
Is it a true death if there is an after life when the light goes out
Your light shines bright in the after life or it blows out like a candle
Death comes to us all no matter if it's an after life or candle light
No matter if you rule the world or your cardboard box is your home
When death comes knocking will it take you and you or just who
Beautiful (A true story...Look it up using the Doctors name)
Beautiful
Dr. Von Cosel
Fell in love with a patient dying slow
She was beautiful
Finally died only twenty-two years old
Black hair blue eyes so shy sweet Elena
Death shroud death mask no life mausoleum
Two years each night return to lie beside her
Try to fix her heal her make her feel better
Stole her from her grave
Corpse bride for seven years she stayed
Alive in his head
Lying there beside him in his bed
Beautiful never ever fade
Lifeless doll forever she would stay
With each rip of her skin dripping wax he would mend making her perfect again and again
Using perfume he would mask the decay
Cover with silk so forever she’d stay
Beautiful never ever fade
Lifeless doll forever she would stay
Seems he loved her in life but obsessed her in death
From the beat of her heart to her very last breath
Wires held the bones in her chest
Glass eyes of an angel
Her cold rotting flesh
This life he lived he thought would last forever
Dropped dime one time got caught someone saw her
Handcuffed hauled off distraught they wouldn’t listen
Jail cell no bail as he awaits sentence
Stood before the man
Tears in his eyes her smell upon his hands
The jury found him sane
They let him go but they kept his loves remains
Just love for her is all he ever gave her
His mind he tried to find ways to save her
Family took her body and they destroyed her
Unmarked shallow grave where he’d never find her
Died inside that day
A broken heart from a love that never fades
They took her far away and
To this day that’s where Elena stayed
Beautiful never ever fade
Lifeless doll forever she would stay
That’s where it all ends was it love it depends how far you would go to indulge all your sins
Well finally he died from the sadness inside with pain in his heart and eyes
Beautiful never ever fade
Lifeless doll forever she would stay
So you think this is sick some real tales from the crypt some ignorant shit you’d expect me to spit
But this is real and the pain he did feel and the love that he felt it was beautiful
Dr. Von Cosel
Fell in love with a patient dying slow
She was beautiful
Finally died only twenty-two years old
Black hair blue eyes so shy sweet Elena
Death shroud death mask no life mausoleum
Two years each night return to lie beside her
Try to fix her heal her make her feel better
Stole her from her grave
Corpse bride for seven years she stayed
Alive in his head
Lying there beside him in his bed
Beautiful never ever fade
Lifeless doll forever she would stay
With each rip of her skin dripping wax he would mend making her perfect again and again
Using perfume he would mask the decay
Cover with silk so forever she’d stay
Beautiful never ever fade
Lifeless doll forever she would stay
Seems he loved her in life but obsessed her in death
From the beat of her heart to her very last breath
Wires held the bones in her chest
Glass eyes of an angel
Her cold rotting flesh
This life he lived he thought would last forever
Dropped dime one time got caught someone saw her
Handcuffed hauled off distraught they wouldn’t listen
Jail cell no bail as he awaits sentence
Stood before the man
Tears in his eyes her smell upon his hands
The jury found him sane
They let him go but they kept his loves remains
Just love for her is all he ever gave her
His mind he tried to find ways to save her
Family took her body and they destroyed her
Unmarked shallow grave where he’d never find her
Died inside that day
A broken heart from a love that never fades
They took her far away and
To this day that’s where Elena stayed
Beautiful never ever fade
Lifeless doll forever she would stay
That’s where it all ends was it love it depends how far you would go to indulge all your sins
Well finally he died from the sadness inside with pain in his heart and eyes
Beautiful never ever fade
Lifeless doll forever she would stay
So you think this is sick some real tales from the crypt some ignorant shit you’d expect me to spit
But this is real and the pain he did feel and the love that he felt it was beautiful
Written by LBV
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Anonymous
Related submission no longer exists.
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/283804-anatomy-of-a-suicide/
Anatomy Of A Suicide
We think of the word so often
that it almost becomes taboo,
a guilty pleasure we keep hidden
because it keeps us interesting
so I'm about to say something
you perhaps don't want to hear
or perhaps you'll pull away from
in disgust, or horror
or maybe concern
but I think alot
about killing myself.
I think about it when I'm writing,
when I'm cooking the dinner,
or when the running water
in the bath tub reaches the rim
and I wonder what it would be like
to sink
floating on nothing, or perhaps
flying through every decision
I've ever made
in a film reel of bad choices
displayed on the side of a house
maybe my house
(or yours)
because I like to think
you'd honour me that way
and before you ring the police,
or my family, or the RSPCA
this isn't a fucking suicide note,
but a question as to how boring
waking would be without the fear
of death chaining itself to my socks
every morning
throwing me out into the world
unvarnished, unkept, unbrushed
in a shade of woman I don't see
a great deal of.
You feel it too.
I know you do.
You feel it stood in the lift
with strangers
crammed into breaths
or when your car clips
the wings of a bird
and it bounces off
the windsheild
into the brush
silent,
and without
warning.
Even as I think these words
the ticking of the clock
becomes so great
I wonder if
it knows
how the seconds
die in passing shrouds
tethered
to the living.
Anatomy Of A Suicide
We think of the word so often
that it almost becomes taboo,
a guilty pleasure we keep hidden
because it keeps us interesting
so I'm about to say something
you perhaps don't want to hear
or perhaps you'll pull away from
in disgust, or horror
or maybe concern
but I think alot
about killing myself.
I think about it when I'm writing,
when I'm cooking the dinner,
or when the running water
in the bath tub reaches the rim
and I wonder what it would be like
to sink
floating on nothing, or perhaps
flying through every decision
I've ever made
in a film reel of bad choices
displayed on the side of a house
maybe my house
(or yours)
because I like to think
you'd honour me that way
and before you ring the police,
or my family, or the RSPCA
this isn't a fucking suicide note,
but a question as to how boring
waking would be without the fear
of death chaining itself to my socks
every morning
throwing me out into the world
unvarnished, unkept, unbrushed
in a shade of woman I don't see
a great deal of.
You feel it too.
I know you do.
You feel it stood in the lift
with strangers
crammed into breaths
or when your car clips
the wings of a bird
and it bounces off
the windsheild
into the brush
silent,
and without
warning.
Even as I think these words
the ticking of the clock
becomes so great
I wonder if
it knows
how the seconds
die in passing shrouds
tethered
to the living.
Departing or Staying
If I would have died today would you have paid attention?
When death opens the door and asks you if you are ready
What would you say? I really just want all of the tension
To leave my body as I depart this world. If I clasp my steady
Hand in yours would you hold on for dear life? When I take
My last breath, will you be right there? It is like falling into
A dream state of mind, but the lights flicker as I awake
From this deep slumber. My mind is playing tricks as you
And everybody else are still here. I was ready to fly solo
And spread my wings in a new afterlife. I have packed
All of my bags and standing by the front door although
I am terrified. Where would I go? Either under cracked
Ice as hell or heaven. I just hope to leave an impact.
When death opens the door and asks you if you are ready
What would you say? I really just want all of the tension
To leave my body as I depart this world. If I clasp my steady
Hand in yours would you hold on for dear life? When I take
My last breath, will you be right there? It is like falling into
A dream state of mind, but the lights flicker as I awake
From this deep slumber. My mind is playing tricks as you
And everybody else are still here. I was ready to fly solo
And spread my wings in a new afterlife. I have packed
All of my bags and standing by the front door although
I am terrified. Where would I go? Either under cracked
Ice as hell or heaven. I just hope to leave an impact.
Written by eswaller
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HOMECOMING
No worry friend
What matters when
This Journey is a Homecoming
Where you'll find you
Spinning with open arms and tears of joy
At the End
You faceless wanderer
Controlling neither seas nor wind
Yet ceaselessly easing
Haul avast haul avast
Steady as she goes
And so she breathes
Without fear of the beasts below
And you brave monk in rainrise robes
Did your self immolation
Your burnt offering of self
And ashes sowed
Rune the fields of glory
Or your hands
Bloody run red pulling blackberries
Between bramble and nettle
Divine the infinite
And you brave monk in sunfall robes
Did you find your God
In a fish or in a wood
By the rod or by the road
On the sun border of rain clouds
Above rainbow below
Or was your puja for your self alone
No worry friend
What matters when
This Journey is a Homecoming
Where you'll find you
Spinning with open arms and tears of joy
At the End
You faceless wanderer
Controlling neither seas nor wind
Yet ceaselessly easing
Haul avast haul avast
Steady as she goes
And so she breathes
Without fear of the beasts below
And you brave monk in rainrise robes
Did your self immolation
Your burnt offering of self
And ashes sowed
Rune the fields of glory
Or your hands
Bloody run red pulling blackberries
Between bramble and nettle
Divine the infinite
And you brave monk in sunfall robes
Did you find your God
In a fish or in a wood
By the rod or by the road
On the sun border of rain clouds
Above rainbow below
Or was your puja for your self alone
Anonymous
Ahh, my 70th win. Cheers very much, and congrats to all 
