oldmanG
Poem Published
12th Oct 2024 9:12pm
12th Oct 2024 9:12pm
Burn or Worm in the Ground
Burn or worm in the ground
A dilemma before me
As I sit on the pile of my life
What would you do
Light a match
Or sit in a pine box
Being lowered in the soil
Or blazing Fahrenheit
Always thought I’d be born again
So I wanted to live in my wooden home
Now I resign myself to the pyre
Ashes put into a nice urn
Want to jump out of the fire
Say I’m still alive
A dilemma before me
As I sit on the pile of my life
What would you do
Light a match
Or sit in a pine box
Being lowered in the soil
Or blazing Fahrenheit
Always thought I’d be born again
So I wanted to live in my wooden home
Now I resign myself to the pyre
Ashes put into a nice urn
Want to jump out of the fire
Say I’m still alive
#death
#LifeCycle
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
26th Sep 2024 7:38pm
26th Sep 2024 7:38pm
Time For Supper
#dark
#death
#evil
#fiction
#horror
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2024 11:43am
3rd Nov 2024 11:43am
Lost Control
Tragic frontal collision
One moment without control
He also lost his life
The accident made a commotion
Rise the number of the dead
Tragic car accident
He crashed the hearse
One dead more
He crashed the hearse
Coffin was not far away
One moment without control
He also lost his life
The accident made a commotion
Rise the number of the dead
Tragic car accident
He crashed the hearse
One dead more
He crashed the hearse
Coffin was not far away
#cars
#death
#fate #TruthOfLife
#fate #TruthOfLife
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2024 11:47am
3rd Nov 2024 11:47am
Kids, don't try this at home
He had seen on TV
An execution by hanging
Curious he was, he tried
How it is to hang
Execution means dying
Hanging is not a game
Execution means dying
He won't do it again
It was just a funny game
This caused his own death
An execution by hanging
Curious he was, he tried
How it is to hang
Execution means dying
Hanging is not a game
Execution means dying
He won't do it again
It was just a funny game
This caused his own death
#children
#death
#fate #TruthOfLife
#fate #TruthOfLife
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
22nd Oct 2024 2:45pm
22nd Oct 2024 2:45pm
Grave Wind
Through yon graveyard I tread
The night is thick with gloom
‘midst the shadows of the dead
I pass a stony tomb
The wind doth moan and wail
Yet something darker stirs
A sound of claws, so sharp, so frail
That through the silence purrs
Beneath the marble door
A scratching doth arise
As if some foul thing seeks to soar
From death, with hollow cries
No wind could wake this sound
For here the dead are still
Yet from the grave, a wretched pound
Doth shake the night with chill
I stand as...
The night is thick with gloom
‘midst the shadows of the dead
I pass a stony tomb
The wind doth moan and wail
Yet something darker stirs
A sound of claws, so sharp, so frail
That through the silence purrs
Beneath the marble door
A scratching doth arise
As if some foul thing seeks to soar
From death, with hollow cries
No wind could wake this sound
For here the dead are still
Yet from the grave, a wretched pound
Doth shake the night with chill
I stand as...
#death
#graveyard
#narrative
#night
#rhyming
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
11th Nov 2024 4:10pm
11th Nov 2024 4:10pm
My love lost until then ...
Endlessly I walk through a blinded dream
Where are you now my darling.
I miss you every minute of everyday,
it seems so long that you have been gone,
I wonder If I saw you again,
Would my name still linger or would it be forgotten to your lips?
Would time have made us strangers?
Could our love be the same as it once was? Would you reach out and hold my hand if we are reunited once more,
Please save me as I slowly slip into a puddle of my tears and drown in despair, ...
Where are you now my darling.
I miss you every minute of everyday,
it seems so long that you have been gone,
I wonder If I saw you again,
Would my name still linger or would it be forgotten to your lips?
Would time have made us strangers?
Could our love be the same as it once was? Would you reach out and hold my hand if we are reunited once more,
Please save me as I slowly slip into a puddle of my tears and drown in despair, ...
#death
#FeelingLost
#love
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Thor_Azine
Poem Published
12th Mar 2024 10:59am
12th Mar 2024 10:59am
The room was so cold.
Having gazed long upon a dead thing,
there is a certain peace.
Beyond the stench of decay and the gag
reflex of loss and fear lives a quiet
reverence, a harmony of stillness.
Blood no longer moving pools,
the gravity of the situation calling it
to the earth. This creates beautiful hues
of reds and purples on the body, at least
half of it, but then we are all two
people aren't we.
Seeing my own reflection from the cold
stainless steel slab as I look upon them
I wonder about their stories, who they were,
what they...
there is a certain peace.
Beyond the stench of decay and the gag
reflex of loss and fear lives a quiet
reverence, a harmony of stillness.
Blood no longer moving pools,
the gravity of the situation calling it
to the earth. This creates beautiful hues
of reds and purples on the body, at least
half of it, but then we are all two
people aren't we.
Seeing my own reflection from the cold
stainless steel slab as I look upon them
I wonder about their stories, who they were,
what they...
#death
#peace
#rebirth
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
17th Aug 2024 12:06pm
17th Aug 2024 12:06pm
From Beyond (part 1)
A day before my mother died on the operating table, I had this dream
I was in a ditch
I was digging with some other men
My mother comes up to me
She is happy & smiling
She tells me everything is going to be ok
She wants me to pick out a coffin for her
The last thing I remember is that she told me that she loves me & that I will be seeing her in a few weeks
When I woke up, I tried gathering my thoughts from this dream I had
I immediately called my parents house
No answer
I tried their cell phones
Still no answer
An hour...
I was in a ditch
I was digging with some other men
My mother comes up to me
She is happy & smiling
She tells me everything is going to be ok
She wants me to pick out a coffin for her
The last thing I remember is that she told me that she loves me & that I will be seeing her in a few weeks
When I woke up, I tried gathering my thoughts from this dream I had
I immediately called my parents house
No answer
I tried their cell phones
Still no answer
An hour...
#death
#dreams
#fiction
#illness
#mother
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oldmanG
Poem Published
8th Oct 2024 4:18am
8th Oct 2024 4:18am
Gaza escape
Gaza escape how do you escape the suffering
Rounds pound out the sound all I hear is screaming in the distance
As a dust cloud rises I see the consequences
Stand on rubble it used to home me and my family
I see a piece of her dress peeking out of disaster
I pull rocks and bleed through the ground
In a moment of things I wouldn’t present
To the Devil or my worst enemy
Rounds pound out the sound all I hear is screaming in the distance
As a dust cloud rises I see the consequences
Stand on rubble it used to home me and my family
I see a piece of her dress peeking out of disaster
I pull rocks and bleed through the ground
In a moment of things I wouldn’t present
To the Devil or my worst enemy
#death
#silence
#suffering #war
#suffering #war
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oldmanG
Poem Published
13th Oct 2024 10:26pm
13th Oct 2024 10:26pm
Judgement Time
Judgement time
Earth turns it’s another Sunday morning
Shake off thoughts that put me to bed
Step on the cold tile and shiver
Turn the knob some hot water
Wash away my sins of yesterday
Reach for a cotton towel on the rack
Pat myself down turn around
Pick out my Funeral best
I want to look my sharpest on my big day
Hair just right whatever is left
Shine my shoes fix my pleats
Now I’m ready for
The funeral of my planning
Set like a picture looks like Scorsese
Flowers...
Earth turns it’s another Sunday morning
Shake off thoughts that put me to bed
Step on the cold tile and shiver
Turn the knob some hot water
Wash away my sins of yesterday
Reach for a cotton towel on the rack
Pat myself down turn around
Pick out my Funeral best
I want to look my sharpest on my big day
Hair just right whatever is left
Shine my shoes fix my pleats
Now I’m ready for
The funeral of my planning
Set like a picture looks like Scorsese
Flowers...
#death
#prayer
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cabcool
Poem Published
21st Oct 2024 9:19am
21st Oct 2024 9:19am
October Poems 2024 >> to sate sweet sin-sick souls
A poem for each day of the month in which I was born
DAY 20
to sate sweet sin-sick souls
her grave is not her final resting-place,
though clamorous the strain to say goodbye,
life's evidence, shell-shocked without a trace,
where soon this wicked death itself must die.
and has the silence eaten up her zeal?
of non-effect rendered her sex appeal?
where once she kissed, how now unpuckered lips!
and rigor mortis, where once bloomed lithe hips!
does she remember wild october days
with fire...
DAY 20
to sate sweet sin-sick souls
her grave is not her final resting-place,
though clamorous the strain to say goodbye,
life's evidence, shell-shocked without a trace,
where soon this wicked death itself must die.
and has the silence eaten up her zeal?
of non-effect rendered her sex appeal?
where once she kissed, how now unpuckered lips!
and rigor mortis, where once bloomed lithe hips!
does she remember wild october days
with fire...
#birthday
#death
#grief
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2024 00:14am
3rd Nov 2024 00:14am
Reflections on Parting
Death is not the opposite of life, but part of it, like rain drops run to a stream, an flowers wilt,
It's releasing us from suffering, everything new grows old and bodies fade away.
Do not fear death my friend, it's comes for you and me, It is as much a part of life as living,
The destination we will see.
Those who have truly lived deeply, bare no fear of the end, for this might be the beginning where spirits now transcend.
We live on until the ripples of our existence fades and our cause in the world dies...
It's releasing us from suffering, everything new grows old and bodies fade away.
Do not fear death my friend, it's comes for you and me, It is as much a part of life as living,
The destination we will see.
Those who have truly lived deeply, bare no fear of the end, for this might be the beginning where spirits now transcend.
We live on until the ripples of our existence fades and our cause in the world dies...
#death
#grief
#sadness
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