James_A_Knight
Poem Published
28th Jan 2023 3:04pm
28th Jan 2023 3:04pm
The Funeral - Competition Entry
On a muggy July morning, the sky the colour of fresh ash, the sun failed to break the clouds. Two black cars arrived. My family was all around me, but no one spoke. I was led into the car. The seats were strange, they ringed round like a giant sofa. Silence filled the car. Tears fell on all the faces except mine. I was five years old. I felt I should cry but nothing happened. The car drove through the flat Essex fields, along the cracked motorway, to the Crematorium.
The carpark was full of people smoking. Everyone smoked. Some passed around bottles of brown liquid. I watched them...
The carpark was full of people smoking. Everyone smoked. Some passed around bottles of brown liquid. I watched them...
#grief
#death
59 reads
6 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
28th Jan 2023 4:07am
28th Jan 2023 4:07am
Of Sunflowers and Smiles
There is always a silence that comes before the tears
The memories
The cherished recollection of the departed…
When I heard the news she was gone
It was a shock
She had taken care of my boys since they were babies
She had become part of our family
I didn’t know what to say or think
In the times of COVID
Many lives were taken
Many risked their own health to take care of others
To take care of their own
And that’s what Yvonne did
She took care of her husband, her children
Only to succumb to the virus herself ...
The memories
The cherished recollection of the departed…
When I heard the news she was gone
It was a shock
She had taken care of my boys since they were babies
She had become part of our family
I didn’t know what to say or think
In the times of COVID
Many lives were taken
Many risked their own health to take care of others
To take care of their own
And that’s what Yvonne did
She took care of her husband, her children
Only to succumb to the virus herself ...
#grief
#friendship
#death
67 reads
4 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
28th Jan 2023 00:38am
28th Jan 2023 00:38am
and at the death
pointless as a surrealist saying he’s misunderstood is an old bloke in the pub thinking, oh god, I really meant to be good ..
#death
#LifeAsAWriter
#art
30 reads
1 Comment
KristinaX
Poem Published
27th Jan 2023 9:00pm
27th Jan 2023 9:00pm
Haunted house in my mind (with Reading)
Broken windows and old walls,
The dust has already decayed on the glass.
Terrible view and carries ashes,
Being pulled inside by dark forces
The cursed house stands before me,
Overgrown with weeds and reeds.
Here everything is so gloomy, it smells of darkness,
Corpses of cats are at enmity with ghostly mice.
For spirits, I think, it would be quite suitable,
But not for a human-living being.
Ordinary people would immediately depart,
After all, this house, you see, is for witchcraft.
For carrying out any rituals, ...
The dust has already decayed on the glass.
Terrible view and carries ashes,
Being pulled inside by dark forces
The cursed house stands before me,
Overgrown with weeds and reeds.
Here everything is so gloomy, it smells of darkness,
Corpses of cats are at enmity with ghostly mice.
For spirits, I think, it would be quite suitable,
But not for a human-living being.
Ordinary people would immediately depart,
After all, this house, you see, is for witchcraft.
For carrying out any rituals, ...
#sadness
#depression
#death
#despair
#witches
223 reads
44 Comments
da_poetic-edifier
Damon
Damon
Poem Published
25th Jan 2023 2:47pm
25th Jan 2023 2:47pm
Glory
My heavy crown of prickly thorns
Has my spirit withered and torn
Worn down and habitually weary
Logically angry over emotionally teary
As the tyranny seems to be on the rise
I'm keeping my head up and eyes on the prize
Hoping that there's no disguise of the hereafter
Thinking, poeting and surmising the final chapter
Has my spirit withered and torn
Worn down and habitually weary
Logically angry over emotionally teary
As the tyranny seems to be on the rise
I'm keeping my head up and eyes on the prize
Hoping that there's no disguise of the hereafter
Thinking, poeting and surmising the final chapter
#death
#LifeStruggles
#heaven
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
43 reads
2 Comments
Strangeways_Rob
Poem Published
24th Jan 2023 7:06pm
24th Jan 2023 7:06pm
Tightrope
Taut are the never ending cables,
Grind elevators through time shafts
Balance scrapers to the sky’s tilt,
Feather friendship to staircase
Of red double-decker buses.
Nothing more.....
Than a metaphor whore,
Door-to-door salesman
For GrimReaper.com,
Building suburban cemeteries
To the pedal of London after midnight.
Show me the bones and I may
Write you a double-breasted suit
Angles of Angel Pub
Take wings on camera obscura
Lager lenses just become smaller.
Only thing civil about our...
Grind elevators through time shafts
Balance scrapers to the sky’s tilt,
Feather friendship to staircase
Of red double-decker buses.
Nothing more.....
Than a metaphor whore,
Door-to-door salesman
For GrimReaper.com,
Building suburban cemeteries
To the pedal of London after midnight.
Show me the bones and I may
Write you a double-breasted suit
Angles of Angel Pub
Take wings on camera obscura
Lager lenses just become smaller.
Only thing civil about our...
#death
#memories
#LifeCycle
96 reads
14 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
24th Jan 2023 11:54am
24th Jan 2023 11:54am
On The Edge Under The Full Moon
When they saw
her stand on the
edge under the
full moon, they
ran over to stop
her but she jumped
anyway.
her stand on the
edge under the
full moon, they
ran over to stop
her but she jumped
anyway.
#gothic
#death
#fiction
#FreeVerse
#tragedy
61 reads
2 Comments
buddhakitty
Poem Published
24th Jan 2023 11:07am
24th Jan 2023 11:07am
now what?
so...
you're dead
so...
now what?
lie around all
day
-why not, what do
you have better
to do-
forget about that
novella you're
been working on
-it's pointless-
and that afternoon
expresso with a
friend
-cancelled-
dinner
reservations
-meaningless-
not to worry,
the electric bill,
water bill,
car payment won't
matter anymore
-let em' shut that
shit off-
no need for a messy ...
you're dead
so...
now what?
lie around all
day
-why not, what do
you have better
to do-
forget about that
novella you're
been working on
-it's pointless-
and that afternoon
expresso with a
friend
-cancelled-
dinner
reservations
-meaningless-
not to worry,
the electric bill,
water bill,
car payment won't
matter anymore
-let em' shut that
shit off-
no need for a messy ...
#death
82 reads
12 Comments
The_Lost_One
Poem Published
24th Jan 2023 9:14am
24th Jan 2023 9:14am
Gone
We can leave the biggest mark, or stay distant and mute
But all fades away, our future in ashes and soot
No matter how we try, our life here just a whisper
Living like a gust of wind, barely seen and whisker
When we die all will be forgotten, our name a distant cry
Remember that you will die
But all fades away, our future in ashes and soot
No matter how we try, our life here just a whisper
Living like a gust of wind, barely seen and whisker
When we die all will be forgotten, our name a distant cry
Remember that you will die
#depression
#dark
#death
58 reads
0 Comments
da_poetic-edifier
Damon
Damon
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2023 6:57pm
23rd Jan 2023 6:57pm
Depraved Praise
The same one
That gives you
Praise
May be
The same one
Who
Puts you
In your grave
That gives you
Praise
May be
The same one
Who
Puts you
In your grave
#love
#betrayal
#death
74 reads
3 Comments
Mrd
Mr. D
Mr. D
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2023 5:46am
23rd Jan 2023 5:46am
This Is the Year When
This is the year when the sun dies
When the moon is ripped
From her gravitational moorings
And is no more.
No more risings, settings,
Waxing, waning
There will be no more of that
No more signs in sun, in moon.
This is the year when trees,
Should they still be here,
Will fall soundlessly in forests
As stars wink out in stupefaction
And children are eternally the precise age
When the extinction event
Slithers and slices into nonexistence
At the very last moment of gasp
...
When the moon is ripped
From her gravitational moorings
And is no more.
No more risings, settings,
Waxing, waning
There will be no more of that
No more signs in sun, in moon.
This is the year when trees,
Should they still be here,
Will fall soundlessly in forests
As stars wink out in stupefaction
And children are eternally the precise age
When the extinction event
Slithers and slices into nonexistence
At the very last moment of gasp
...
#dark
#death
#apocalypse
83 reads
4 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2023 1:51am
23rd Jan 2023 1:51am
oh, but death
my wife says she’ll love me forever and I tell her I’ll love her forever, but we’re ageing, there’s not that much forever left ..
#love
#death
37 reads
1 Comment
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