LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
21st Apr 2024 8:36pm
21st Apr 2024 8:36pm
The Firing Squad
#death
#soldiers
#war
29 reads
2 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
22nd Apr 2024 10:12pm
22nd Apr 2024 10:12pm
She Really Lets It Out In The Courtroom
Molly said that
she's glad her dad
is dead because he tore off her clothes and
raped
her while her mom did nothing.
she's glad her dad
is dead because he tore off her clothes and
raped
her while her mom did nothing.
#abuse
#death
#dialogue
#fiction
#sensual
32 reads
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LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:41pm
Yesterday 6:41pm
Her Ashes
Her ashes nurture spring flowers with her final breath's embrace.
#death
#love
34 reads
2 Comments
diddi
Poem Published
22nd Mar 2024 7:28pm
22nd Mar 2024 7:28pm
Yesterdays Future, Multiverse
Pictures flash
in front of me
colour fractions
pass , so frequently
tomorrows past
we all can see
just like yesterdays future
will always be .
Existential
within this dimension
every now and then
we hit old connections
reform recollections
get born
into new shells
conform
then live through hell
then fall
to the tomb , again .
There's relativity
and times gone
that will always be
no energy spent
just forms , new shapes
to represent
the...
in front of me
colour fractions
pass , so frequently
tomorrows past
we all can see
just like yesterdays future
will always be .
Existential
within this dimension
every now and then
we hit old connections
reform recollections
get born
into new shells
conform
then live through hell
then fall
to the tomb , again .
There's relativity
and times gone
that will always be
no energy spent
just forms , new shapes
to represent
the...
#death
#universe
#rebirth
36 reads
0 Comments
mel44
Melgar
Melgar
Poem Published
21st Apr 2024 7:12pm
21st Apr 2024 7:12pm
Still
I tried to comfort you
in your lonely days
and melancholy ways
That you were isolated
was a matter of decision
a self-imposed prison
With compassion
I encouraged connection
but you fell, into abjection
Wishing for something
to foster will to live
yet, you remained resistive
It must have been awful
being on your own
always feeling so desperately alone
Not believing worthy
an excruciating void
self-worth became destroyed
I was unable to save you
not even from...
in your lonely days
and melancholy ways
That you were isolated
was a matter of decision
a self-imposed prison
With compassion
I encouraged connection
but you fell, into abjection
Wishing for something
to foster will to live
yet, you remained resistive
It must have been awful
being on your own
always feeling so desperately alone
Not believing worthy
an excruciating void
self-worth became destroyed
I was unable to save you
not even from...
#death
#NaPoWriMo2024
#sadness
37 reads
1 Comment
PAR
Poem Published
27th Jan 2024 3:23pm
27th Jan 2024 3:23pm
haiku #16
Black crows fly
Over the battlefield
Announcing death
Over the battlefield
Announcing death
#dark
#death
#birds
39 reads
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thoughtsdie
Poem Published
17th Apr 2024 5:58pm
17th Apr 2024 5:58pm
Deafening Scream 6/20/23
We’re all screaming over each other and no one can’t make out their own voices. The suffering is so loud we don’t even realize we’ve gone deaf, because it continues in our heads. Covering the ears only makes the sound clearer, making noise adds to the sound itself. It’s finds a way to make every second of living torture. Deaths whisper calls out in this chaos, a brief moment of relief before it fades out again and I’m stuck here unable to listen. What a fucking tease.
#dark
#death
#despair
41 reads
1 Comment
randyjohnson
Poem Published
9th Mar 2024 5:25pm
9th Mar 2024 5:25pm
Rest In Peace, Hazel - Part III
It's been three months since the day when you died.
You were a wonderful dog and that can't be denied.
I remember the day when I bought you.
When you died, it was a terrible thing to go through.
I became a lucky man when your former owner sold you to me.
You were my Chihuahua and I bought you on August 18, 2020.
When you died, it was something that was sure to devastate.
You were my dog and that's something I'll always appreciate.
You were a wonderful dog and that can't be denied.
I remember the day when I bought you.
When you died, it was a terrible thing to go through.
I became a lucky man when your former owner sold you to me.
You were my Chihuahua and I bought you on August 18, 2020.
When you died, it was something that was sure to devastate.
You were my dog and that's something I'll always appreciate.
#death
#dogs
#animals #nonfiction
#animals #nonfiction
42 reads
1 Comment
athar
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2024 10:46pm
22nd Feb 2024 10:46pm
Loss
A world once vibrant, now ashen and grey,
Veils between worlds grow thin, they sway.
Crimson paints the cruellest scene,
The color of a wrenching scream unseen.
Torture unfurls its cruel, unyielding edge,
Like a rusty dagger slicing a nerve, a pledge.
Her soulmate, once her constant star,
Her life partner, now distant, far.
Her lover, the keeper of her heart's core,
Lay silent on the unforgiving floor.
His essence, his warmth, quietly fades,
His lifeblood forming mournful glades.
Puddles spreading, a dark...
Veils between worlds grow thin, they sway.
Crimson paints the cruellest scene,
The color of a wrenching scream unseen.
Torture unfurls its cruel, unyielding edge,
Like a rusty dagger slicing a nerve, a pledge.
Her soulmate, once her constant star,
Her life partner, now distant, far.
Her lover, the keeper of her heart's core,
Lay silent on the unforgiving floor.
His essence, his warmth, quietly fades,
His lifeblood forming mournful glades.
Puddles spreading, a dark...
#sadness
#grief
#death
42 reads
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randyjohnson
Poem Published
6th Mar 2024 1:41pm
6th Mar 2024 1:41pm
Rest In Peace, Mom - Part VII
Wednesday was your least favorite day and you died on a Wednesday.
After living for sixty-four years, you became sick and you passed away.
The eleventh anniversary of your death is on your least favorite day of the week.
I thought things were fine at first but then I learned that your situation was bleak.
When you went to the hospital, you had to go under the knife.
The surgeon tried his very best but he could not save your life.
He operated on your stomach and your leg had to be amputated.
But you still died and when I found you dead, I was devastated. ...
After living for sixty-four years, you became sick and you passed away.
The eleventh anniversary of your death is on your least favorite day of the week.
I thought things were fine at first but then I learned that your situation was bleak.
When you went to the hospital, you had to go under the knife.
The surgeon tried his very best but he could not save your life.
He operated on your stomach and your leg had to be amputated.
But you still died and when I found you dead, I was devastated. ...
#mother
#death
#anniversary
#son
#nonfiction
43 reads
1 Comment
PAR
Poem Published
18th Apr 2024 9:40pm
18th Apr 2024 9:40pm
ghostly
she died a few days ago
they told me,
of a rare and radical cancer
in the common bile duct,
It saddened me to know...
after leaving her life...
"I don't need the man
but I want the poet."
she said then.
now she is dead
and I remain a poet
even though she doesn't know.
became the ghost muse
of what doesn't rhyme with me.
She died, they told me!
they told me,
of a rare and radical cancer
in the common bile duct,
It saddened me to know...
after leaving her life...
"I don't need the man
but I want the poet."
she said then.
now she is dead
and I remain a poet
even though she doesn't know.
became the ghost muse
of what doesn't rhyme with me.
She died, they told me!
#dark
#death
#ghosts #MyInspiration
#ghosts #MyInspiration
43 reads
4 Comments
Anne-Ri999
Poem Published
19th Apr 2024 10:25pm
19th Apr 2024 10:25pm
Fin fiction
Her gown is most beautiful
horrific horizon
I have worn it many a time
totemic death maiden
carving myopic
eyesight
someone blew into
bewildered salt
preforming polluted
litany
watered
through an
oceanic
cymbal cloud
marshes wept dry
did we see to it?
passing on stories
the stillborn lands tell
do we hold these words?
into our lap
or
will we river
death
away
a lone foal wind plays
...
horrific horizon
I have worn it many a time
totemic death maiden
carving myopic
eyesight
someone blew into
bewildered salt
preforming polluted
litany
watered
through an
oceanic
cymbal cloud
marshes wept dry
did we see to it?
passing on stories
the stillborn lands tell
do we hold these words?
into our lap
or
will we river
death
away
a lone foal wind plays
...
#dark
#death
#mythology
43 reads
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