Mars_August
Mars August
Mars August
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2024 2:32am
23rd Nov 2024 2:32am
I Still Don't Like Kerouac, Papa
When your father dies of an opioid overdose,
your stepmother will call
at 1:27pm on a gray and freezing January afternoon.
She can't articulate much of anything,
or you can't hear much of anything
or all words are caught and suffocated into a quantum vortex
because you can't remember being told
"your father is dead, and he died from an opiate overdose,"
you only remember suddenly knowing, as the truth
rises from its depression cave
stretches its long limbs,
complains about its back,
puts on thermal long johns, ...
your stepmother will call
at 1:27pm on a gray and freezing January afternoon.
She can't articulate much of anything,
or you can't hear much of anything
or all words are caught and suffocated into a quantum vortex
because you can't remember being told
"your father is dead, and he died from an opiate overdose,"
you only remember suddenly knowing, as the truth
rises from its depression cave
stretches its long limbs,
complains about its back,
puts on thermal long johns, ...
#death
#father
#grief
#heroin
#memorial
278 reads
7 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
22nd Nov 2024 3:50am
22nd Nov 2024 3:50am
My Star
We were as equal as Libra, as twin as Gemini
Created of star dust, spiritually born at the same time
Universally my blood, yin and yang to my spirit
Our healing emotionally and spiritually started the day we met
Existence echoes what I did for and meant to you
But feedback of your gifts to and for me aren't as true
The times that you tried contacting me both day and night
It seemed the last time that we spoke I just didn't sound right
Breaking our conversation to study or tend to a loving family
Only to finish your...
Created of star dust, spiritually born at the same time
Universally my blood, yin and yang to my spirit
Our healing emotionally and spiritually started the day we met
Existence echoes what I did for and meant to you
But feedback of your gifts to and for me aren't as true
The times that you tried contacting me both day and night
It seemed the last time that we spoke I just didn't sound right
Breaking our conversation to study or tend to a loving family
Only to finish your...
#death
#family
#love
159 reads
10 Comments
Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
22nd Nov 2024 3:30am
22nd Nov 2024 3:30am
A Journey to Gehenna and Back Again
#dark
#death
#hell
#memories
#spiritual
38 reads
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
21st Nov 2024 8:57pm
21st Nov 2024 8:57pm
The Collection of Souls
From the fiery gates where sulfur reeks,
And cursed winds whisper, the darkness speaks.
Demons emerge, with talons stained,
Hunters of souls, by sin profaned.
They slither through cracks in the earthly shell,
Bringing forth ruin, a taste of hell.
A tire blown, a bridge that sways,
A home consumed by vengeful blaze.
Every accident, each cruel design,
A snare for the wicked by infernal line.
Yet mankind, oh fools, make their task so light,
Their greed and wrath a beacon in night.
Contracts inked in blood are signed, ...
And cursed winds whisper, the darkness speaks.
Demons emerge, with talons stained,
Hunters of souls, by sin profaned.
They slither through cracks in the earthly shell,
Bringing forth ruin, a taste of hell.
A tire blown, a bridge that sways,
A home consumed by vengeful blaze.
Every accident, each cruel design,
A snare for the wicked by infernal line.
Yet mankind, oh fools, make their task so light,
Their greed and wrath a beacon in night.
Contracts inked in blood are signed, ...
#dark
#death
#devil
#evil
#SelfDiscovery
64 reads
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Samnash
Sam Nash
Sam Nash
Poem Published
20th Nov 2024 10:18pm
20th Nov 2024 10:18pm
B e l o v e d
B e l o v e d ”
I read the word chiseled on that headstone. I have always wondered if that was meant to be the noun “Beloved” or the adjective. Or maybe it was intended to be “Be-Loved.” One or two words, different meanings, different pronunciations, I can never tell.
I kneel on the damp ground on that cold December day, the same day of every year for the past eleven years. The day I lay my wreath and wait.
After sunset she comes on exactly that single day of the year. She kneels next to me holding one single rose in her hand and lays it next...
I read the word chiseled on that headstone. I have always wondered if that was meant to be the noun “Beloved” or the adjective. Or maybe it was intended to be “Be-Loved.” One or two words, different meanings, different pronunciations, I can never tell.
I kneel on the damp ground on that cold December day, the same day of every year for the past eleven years. The day I lay my wreath and wait.
After sunset she comes on exactly that single day of the year. She kneels next to me holding one single rose in her hand and lays it next...
#dark
#death
#dreams
#lover
#memories
104 reads
4 Comments
Onyxceila
Poem Published
20th Nov 2024 4:30am
20th Nov 2024 4:30am
Moonchild
All you ever fed me was cruelty and pain,
Starving, I consumed every morsel,
every drop I drank.
Instructed to stay quiet,
Mind my manners and never speak.
Never decline what’s been requested,
And never appear displeased.
Always take what I am gifted
With a smile upon my face.
And the only expressions permitted to be given
Are those of gratitude and thanks.
Every day, with words and fists like blades,
You cut away my meat.
“That frown is gonna cost ya honey,
You have three seconds to show those teeth
Do...
Starving, I consumed every morsel,
every drop I drank.
Instructed to stay quiet,
Mind my manners and never speak.
Never decline what’s been requested,
And never appear displeased.
Always take what I am gifted
With a smile upon my face.
And the only expressions permitted to be given
Are those of gratitude and thanks.
Every day, with words and fists like blades,
You cut away my meat.
“That frown is gonna cost ya honey,
You have three seconds to show those teeth
Do...
#abuse
#bittersweet
#dark
#death
#shame
127 reads
2 Comments
backdeckbenny
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 6:49pm
19th Nov 2024 6:49pm
Mon Pere
We all have fathers
Not everyone has a dad.
It's 4.30 am
It's as it should be at this time of day,
dark and quiet.
I'm on the back deck
scorching cup of tea as my trusted companion.
Was awake for an hour before arising.
My father was on my mind.
Which is strange as I don't think of him much since he died.....no euphemism here....he died.
It's funny what you recall about the day or night a parent dies.
I was called to the hospital by my sister,
There had been some complications...
Not everyone has a dad.
It's 4.30 am
It's as it should be at this time of day,
dark and quiet.
I'm on the back deck
scorching cup of tea as my trusted companion.
Was awake for an hour before arising.
My father was on my mind.
Which is strange as I don't think of him much since he died.....no euphemism here....he died.
It's funny what you recall about the day or night a parent dies.
I was called to the hospital by my sister,
There had been some complications...
#death
64 reads
2 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 3:31pm
19th Nov 2024 3:31pm
2024 November Poems >> i fathom not why He should choose the least
No. 08
i fathom not why He should choose the least
an awe-inspired confessional
Remembering Eerie
“It is not death that a man should fear,
but he should fear never beginning to live.”―Marcus Aurelius
i wonder if it's almost time to die,
because my bloom is as the century palm
whose shoot with fragrance paints the evening sky
of spikenard, for its withering of calm.
am i the thornbird with his sweetest song, ...
i fathom not why He should choose the least
an awe-inspired confessional
Remembering Eerie
“It is not death that a man should fear,
but he should fear never beginning to live.”―Marcus Aurelius
i wonder if it's almost time to die,
because my bloom is as the century palm
whose shoot with fragrance paints the evening sky
of spikenard, for its withering of calm.
am i the thornbird with his sweetest song, ...
#death
#grief
#memorial #respect
#memorial #respect
79 reads
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LennyBlue
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 1:38pm
19th Nov 2024 1:38pm
I’m Going To Die of Lung Cancer
Woke up dreams in my head
I didn't realize I was dead.
In the dream, I was three,
Why’s that lady touching me?
Then i was a eight years old,
blood dripping in dirty white snow.
Laying on Doctors table,
Stiching my nose, staying quite stable.
At thirteen became a man,
Parents fighting, couldn't understand.
Dad walks out it was winter,
He would never come back for mom’s dinner.
Made it into an art school,
Played harmonica , felt so cool.
Liked girls, but...
I didn't realize I was dead.
In the dream, I was three,
Why’s that lady touching me?
Then i was a eight years old,
blood dripping in dirty white snow.
Laying on Doctors table,
Stiching my nose, staying quite stable.
At thirteen became a man,
Parents fighting, couldn't understand.
Dad walks out it was winter,
He would never come back for mom’s dinner.
Made it into an art school,
Played harmonica , felt so cool.
Liked girls, but...
#abuse
#cancer
#death
#dreams
#LifeStruggles
98 reads
2 Comments
RCRayJr
Robert Ray
Robert Ray
Poem Published
18th Nov 2024 9:10pm
18th Nov 2024 9:10pm
Song of the Gypsy (I am Evil)
Song Of The Gypsy
By Robert C. Ray Jr.
1)I feel her blood squirting between my teeth. Bones splintering. The taste of her life force and sound of her screams were intoxicating. As I sucked she fell limp. Her trachea? Collapsed, and the arousal became so pleasing, so utterly thrilling that I almost choked. I became supercharged with an undeniable energy. The taste, the screams, what does all of this mean? I only lurk in the moonlight. The song of the Gypsy echoes mysteriously in my dreams. I disappeared into the shadows as her soul left her lifeless body. I am evil.
...
By Robert C. Ray Jr.
1)I feel her blood squirting between my teeth. Bones splintering. The taste of her life force and sound of her screams were intoxicating. As I sucked she fell limp. Her trachea? Collapsed, and the arousal became so pleasing, so utterly thrilling that I almost choked. I became supercharged with an undeniable energy. The taste, the screams, what does all of this mean? I only lurk in the moonlight. The song of the Gypsy echoes mysteriously in my dreams. I disappeared into the shadows as her soul left her lifeless body. I am evil.
...
#dark
#death
#evil #shadows
#evil #shadows
96 reads
2 Comments
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
134 reads
0 Comments
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
111 reads
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DU Poetry : Long Poems About Death
