youngpoetdreams
Poem Published
Today 9:44pm
Today 9:44pm
Ouroboros
Ouroboros
Is the circle of death, the gift of life
Ouroboros
Is the burden of life, the freedom of death
If the moonlight starts to die, the sunlight fades away
Dark is all that is left until we start another day
The glowing stars at night, the cosmic maps that they display
Guides me to the inner demon inside my mind I portray
He burrows deep inside my bones as they decay
inside my mortal body I am no longer safe to stay
Ouroboros
Is the circle of death, the gift of life
Ouroboros
Is the...
Is the circle of death, the gift of life
Ouroboros
Is the burden of life, the freedom of death
If the moonlight starts to die, the sunlight fades away
Dark is all that is left until we start another day
The glowing stars at night, the cosmic maps that they display
Guides me to the inner demon inside my mind I portray
He burrows deep inside my bones as they decay
inside my mortal body I am no longer safe to stay
Ouroboros
Is the circle of death, the gift of life
Ouroboros
Is the...
#death
#rebirth
#LifeCycle
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MartenHoyle
Marten Hoyle
Marten Hoyle
Poem Published
Today 7:19pm
Today 7:19pm
When I Was Young
When I was young, I entered the graveyard
To the little stream amid the tombs—
Into a slumber where the bones sang to me
Between the embers and the rain.
God knows the stars had been bled dry.
I came to life in an alien misery.
I might have been, but I felt I never was.
Between the webs on fallen trees.
It was more than death I wished I’d seen—
A lonely soul that loved so deep.
The blue of the sky was a rag for my tears.
Dust in the ground; precious gold.
It reminded me of a world I always knew
Where everything meant to be...
To the little stream amid the tombs—
Into a slumber where the bones sang to me
Between the embers and the rain.
God knows the stars had been bled dry.
I came to life in an alien misery.
I might have been, but I felt I never was.
Between the webs on fallen trees.
It was more than death I wished I’d seen—
A lonely soul that loved so deep.
The blue of the sky was a rag for my tears.
Dust in the ground; precious gold.
It reminded me of a world I always knew
Where everything meant to be...
#sadness
#anxiety
#depression
#death
#graveyard
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da_poetic-edifier
Damon
Damon
Poem Published
Today 5:05am
Today 5:05am
The Beat Carries On
Will I succumb to dark thoughts of silencing my drum?
Pulling the trigger with the finger next to the thumb?
Instead of eclipsing the Sun, I still run the race
Feeling fatigued & weak; starting to slow my pace
Face not showing a trace of contemplating this
Displaying a raised fist while not wanting to exist
The pulpit doesn't do shit for my spirit anymore
Deciphering truth from spoof's an exhausting chore
Choosing to ignore admonishment & chastisement
Refusing the breeding or spoon feeding of their testament
Making an...
Pulling the trigger with the finger next to the thumb?
Instead of eclipsing the Sun, I still run the race
Feeling fatigued & weak; starting to slow my pace
Face not showing a trace of contemplating this
Displaying a raised fist while not wanting to exist
The pulpit doesn't do shit for my spirit anymore
Deciphering truth from spoof's an exhausting chore
Choosing to ignore admonishment & chastisement
Refusing the breeding or spoon feeding of their testament
Making an...
#death
#LifeStruggles
#religion
#faith
#SelfReflection
25 reads
5 Comments
randyjohnson
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:27pm
Yesterday 11:27pm
My Baby Doll
You were without doubt the best dog I've ever had.
Your death has broken my heart and I'm very sad.
When I named you Agnes, I named you after my late mother.
I was your owner and you and I had a lot of love for one another.
You were my Chihuahua and you were an Applehead.
It tore me up when I learned that you were dead.
You were pretty with dark brown fur and you were small.
You weren't just a dog, you were also my baby doll.
I owned you for almost seven wonderful years.
I found you dead in my kitchen and it drove me to tears.
What I'm about...
Your death has broken my heart and I'm very sad.
When I named you Agnes, I named you after my late mother.
I was your owner and you and I had a lot of love for one another.
You were my Chihuahua and you were an Applehead.
It tore me up when I learned that you were dead.
You were pretty with dark brown fur and you were small.
You weren't just a dog, you were also my baby doll.
I owned you for almost seven wonderful years.
I found you dead in my kitchen and it drove me to tears.
What I'm about...
#death
#dogs
#animals #nonfiction
#animals #nonfiction
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Kaylor1967
Ruben
Ruben
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:50pm
Yesterday 9:50pm
Swimming placebos.
I don't see you.
You're just a figment.
An illusion that floats high.
You're Beyond my perception .
Into the void of my sub consciousness.
Hello sweetie....
Blow my ass....
See me fall.
Its all make believe after all.
To cloud the minds of selfless heros.
The end of the end for forever more.
Come to us now the season finale.
Mind going, going permanently gone.
See you sister.
I must consider.
My position.
The choices I've made.
To the grave.
Always a slave.
You're just a figment.
An illusion that floats high.
You're Beyond my perception .
Into the void of my sub consciousness.
Hello sweetie....
Blow my ass....
See me fall.
Its all make believe after all.
To cloud the minds of selfless heros.
The end of the end for forever more.
Come to us now the season finale.
Mind going, going permanently gone.
See you sister.
I must consider.
My position.
The choices I've made.
To the grave.
Always a slave.
#death
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dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:43pm
Yesterday 5:43pm
All Aboard ~ Surrender City Express
Feather pillow, Lay down (one's) head.
Ready for the rollicking, bloody
circus to come.(eXcitement damn devastating),
visiting one's mind for a most limited
engagement.
Some one gurgles that All Things Must Pass.
The jolly times are indeed gone, (except
for a few faded images).
What to do when, of a sudden, all is old, broken?
Lay down one weary head. Feather pillow.
Surrender is nearly here.
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
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Ready for the rollicking, bloody
circus to come.(eXcitement damn devastating),
visiting one's mind for a most limited
engagement.
Some one gurgles that All Things Must Pass.
The jolly times are indeed gone, (except
for a few faded images).
What to do when, of a sudden, all is old, broken?
Lay down one weary head. Feather pillow.
Surrender is nearly here.
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
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#death
#illness
#aging
#FeelingLost
#surreal
43 reads
4 Comments
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
Yesterday 12:48pm
Yesterday 12:48pm
Her Final Rest
#lust
#dark
#sex
#erotic
#death
74 reads
4 Comments
nikkimoe
Poem Published
10th Aug 2020 7:43pm
10th Aug 2020 7:43pm
Damn. Okay.
Heard they died
never cried
just moved on
with life.
Sometimes it be
like that.
never cried
just moved on
with life.
Sometimes it be
like that.
#death
31 reads
4 Comments
JohnnyBlaze
Poem Published
10th Aug 2020 7:02pm
10th Aug 2020 7:02pm
Harvesting Elizabeth
Homecoming
Regarding [re]unions, this one in particular
was far more deranged than arranged
marriages get, given he only tasted Elizabeth
---simmering leftovers on burner Bunsen style
while her potential selves were yet to be actualized
Till Death Do He Parts With Them
As far as eccentric and wealthy, older men
are concerned ( in this case, very concerning )
Henry was as lecherous as they came
---insatiable, increasingly incapable--- ...
Regarding [re]unions, this one in particular
was far more deranged than arranged
marriages get, given he only tasted Elizabeth
---simmering leftovers on burner Bunsen style
while her potential selves were yet to be actualized
Till Death Do He Parts With Them
As far as eccentric and wealthy, older men
are concerned ( in this case, very concerning )
Henry was as lecherous as they came
---insatiable, increasingly incapable--- ...
#marriage
#murder
#science
#death
#scifi
34 reads
4 Comments
MartenHoyle
Marten Hoyle
Marten Hoyle
Poem Published
10th Aug 2020 6:21pm
10th Aug 2020 6:21pm
The Mimes
Silken light on the tips of the swan’s wings,
Old, grey eyes turned to a horizon;
Another time perhaps in a cold year.
Tonight, I go to see the mimes,
With homes on their backs:
Unseen walls closing in now in time.
Switch around to the unknown ghost’s plane
Onlookers have no strength left to view.
No tears shed for the wanderers in their eyes,
Day’s like today come once in a life such as mine.
I’ve waited hours to witness tomorrow’s years.
Lampposts guide—gold haloes in winter fog:
Angels or candles, though the snow is deserted...
Old, grey eyes turned to a horizon;
Another time perhaps in a cold year.
Tonight, I go to see the mimes,
With homes on their backs:
Unseen walls closing in now in time.
Switch around to the unknown ghost’s plane
Onlookers have no strength left to view.
No tears shed for the wanderers in their eyes,
Day’s like today come once in a life such as mine.
I’ve waited hours to witness tomorrow’s years.
Lampposts guide—gold haloes in winter fog:
Angels or candles, though the snow is deserted...
#death
#ghosts
#graveyard
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1 Comment
Seed
Poem Published
10th Aug 2020 5:15pm
10th Aug 2020 5:15pm
I Found A Feather
I found a feather
While taking out the trash
It was just lying on the ground
A gift I thought to bring a smile
They must have known
I dream of flying, yet remain
Secured to the ground
Meanwhile, bombings
Are going on in Aleppo
And while some mother's son
Is ending up in an ambulance
With his dust strewn face
Someone is opening up a window
Wondering about the commotion
But going on with their business
Going on with their lives
Such pedestrian activity
We live in flesh and blood
In this...
While taking out the trash
It was just lying on the ground
A gift I thought to bring a smile
They must have known
I dream of flying, yet remain
Secured to the ground
Meanwhile, bombings
Are going on in Aleppo
And while some mother's son
Is ending up in an ambulance
With his dust strewn face
Someone is opening up a window
Wondering about the commotion
But going on with their business
Going on with their lives
Such pedestrian activity
We live in flesh and blood
In this...
#death
#LifeStruggles
#suffering
#hurt
#emotions
23 reads
3 Comments
Ammo_Night
Poem Published
10th Aug 2020 4:19pm
10th Aug 2020 4:19pm
You Died
Who's gonna go to your funeral
When you're already dead
Who's gonna go to your funeral
when we're already dead
I wanna feel alive
I wanna feel alive
Did you ever feel like you had died
The heart is beating
The body's dead
The body's dead
The heart is beating
The body's dead
The body's dead
I wanna feel alive
I wanna feel alive
Did you ever feel like you had died
When you're already dead
Who's gonna go to your funeral
when we're already dead
I wanna feel alive
I wanna feel alive
Did you ever feel like you had died
The heart is beating
The body's dead
The body's dead
The heart is beating
The body's dead
The body's dead
I wanna feel alive
I wanna feel alive
Did you ever feel like you had died
#death
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