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Casted_Runes (Mr Karswell)
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You died

robert43041
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Poetry Contest

You died, but you can hear what is said about you....
You can hear the conversations. Nice things, bad things?
Poems up to 50 lines preferred.  Short stories, up to two thousand words.
May you rest in peace or in one piece.  In a coffin. Or in one of those urns.  Mine, already chosen, will be  the cheapest carton box available.

Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
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Not a Bad Word

Not a bad word about Jim, I thought,
until I died and saw the light
shining out an arse or two.

“Always thought no-one could say
a single bad word about him.”
That one hurt the most,
coming from Juliet,
for whom I’d always buy a cup of tea.
Written by Casted_Runes (Mr Karswell)
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robert43041
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Nice to hear from you and good luck in the competition.   Regards, Robert.

robert43041
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Requiem

Dead
Incinerated
Buried.
 
''He was such a great business partner''
Said a bungee scheme business partner of his.
 
''He was such a miser"
Reflected the  grieving widow
Who had so far got away
With murder, having progressively increased
Some dosages and decreased others.
 
''He was such a loving father''
Said the daughter, in love with a father
Who had abused her  and (anyway)
Rather hating the mother
Who  did-not-know-never knew- ignored
His despicable behavior
Written by robert43041 (Viking)
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DreamIllusions
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When I Die

The darkness came, and covered her soul
She spoke of it often, about letting it in from the cold
About the sounds it made
Pulling its sword and its blade
From its shadowy side
And so her world went up in flames
Consuming her skin and hands
Her body lifted from the floor
Into the ashes that would feed the core
Of the cherry tree we’ll plant next door
She’ll forever weep in the rain and snow
And reach with blossoms to the floor
Endlessly a part
Of everything it will live for

In that darkness we’ll speak, brush aside the leaves and weep
Of lives she touched and wounds so steep
She balanced it all and still managed to sleep
We might open up her story then
And read the parts she kept locked until when
Her body billowed in the breeze
Every spring on fresh new leaves
We’ll know her secrets dark and deep
And stain the pages with tears as we weep
We didn’t know
Her life was so
Endlessly torn apart
All we knew
Was her golden heart
Written by DreamIllusions
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robert43041
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Lovely  tribute.    Regards, Robert.

Jordan
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ursa
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The Guest

The Guest
 
You still scratch your neck  
when your mind wanders
from this moment
playing Call of Duty
with the screen still too close  
to your eyes, and in between breaths
you text your girlfriend
‘come for dinner’;
I have never met her.
 
Downstairs, Dad is making  
meat sauce forgetting the garlic
I can smell from the kitchen, and  
now warmly encircling us-
I silently urge you to tell him
to add some more onion and
he, too, should know
there will be three  
at the table tonight.
 
There is one moment here
I worry you feel me  
I lean in and whisper my love,
you tilt your forehead towards me
as though expecting my kisses to fall
onto your eyelids as they used to-
they still do, you don’t know-
at every good night.
 
The doorbell rings; familiar
you slide down the banister
frustrating your father,
he calls from the foyer
and with the front door open
I hear fussing and giggles;
an energy abundant,  
a home wholly awaken.
 
I try hard to fade swiftly
without moving your  
thrown-on-floor hoodie  
too painful to follow you
it’s been a sweet visit
but for one moment more
I hold onto this space
hoping more of your world
finds its way up the staircase
while I ponder which one of you  
sits in the dining chair
closest to the kitchen.
Written by ursa
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javalini
Fire of Insight
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faithmairee
Faith Elizabeth Brigham
Tyrant of Words
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tombstone

This poem is being entered in the You Died Competition

the day i die
and am laid to rest
i want it knowm
i gave life my best

i lived with words
died writing my verse
i loved this life
for better or worse

my last request
i ask if i may
on my tombstone
i want it to say:

here's faithmairee
who finally rests
no more poeing
for this poetess
Written by faithmairee (Faith Elizabeth Brigham)
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Bluevelvete
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Bluevelvete
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A swim through the hourglass and a fall through the cracks of time.

 
(ii.)
July 2019—  
 
 
it's within seconds,    
perhaps less  
and i'm comfortably lost    
   
wayward and winding    
twisting through curves    
a soaring float without end    
upon a 'something'    
   
a mind's version    
this, my ethereal misty    
   
being lighter than    
ever before  
my husk and i    
traveling so high    
   
an inner voice,    
the one  
of non-stop nagging    
quieted now  
   
only one sound—  
blood rushing in veins    
or maybe soft winds    
brushing against cooled skin    
   
senses dull a bit  
   
i can smell  
sweet earth  
and taste the harsh reality of iron    
   
feeling a heartbeat    
that slows,    
unnoticed    
   
pain morphs  
to a grey blue    
as any  
and all panic disappears    
   
danger dissolves    
it all becomes alright    
clear, crystallized  
no fear no doubts    
   
only a small sadness    
that i would never see you    
or have you know.  
   
   
   
as i felt it all    
less    
   
   
and    
   
   
   
   
   
less  
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
Written by Bluevelvete
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robert43041
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Nice and troubling. Regards, Robert.

robert43041
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Nice and funny.    Thanks for submitting.  Regards, Robert

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