Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
27th Jan 2025 9:24pm
27th Jan 2025 9:24pm
TAG, YOU'RE IT! (collaboration with Lilliputian)
They played a fierce game of tag all of their lives
From as far back to childhood through to their later years in life
Tag you're it
Now, tag you're it!
The game was harmless, but both were eager to tag the other throughout their lives
Even when they were married & had families, the game went on
One of them fell ill a few years back
Even so, wheelchair bound and sick, he would tag his friend gleefully, like he did for over 70 years
His friend was saddened but thought he'd bounce back
He never did
While in the hospital on his deathbed, he...
From as far back to childhood through to their later years in life
Tag you're it
Now, tag you're it!
The game was harmless, but both were eager to tag the other throughout their lives
Even when they were married & had families, the game went on
One of them fell ill a few years back
Even so, wheelchair bound and sick, he would tag his friend gleefully, like he did for over 70 years
His friend was saddened but thought he'd bounce back
He never did
While in the hospital on his deathbed, he...
#dark
#death
#friendship
#ghosts
#ShortStory
130 reads
12 Comments
SLYMBEKQUEEN
BLAZE-QUEEN
BLAZE-QUEEN
Poem Published
17th Jan 2025 10:58am
17th Jan 2025 10:58am
LEILA OH LEILA
#anger
#childhood
#dating
#death
#motherhood
66 reads
3 Comments
Mars_August
Mars August
Mars August
Poem Published
12th Jan 2025 1:39am
12th Jan 2025 1:39am
This Is A Sad Poem
The first time I tried to kill myself I had dumped half of the contents of a Mr.Bubbles bottle into the tub, making an iridescent and bubble gum scented grave for myself.
I dunked my head underwater for the next hour or so and continuously tried to drown to no avail.
I couldn’t get past the annoying survival instinct to come up for air when I started to panic.
I tell my therapist this as though I was telling her about dressing my dolls or playing a game with my cousins. She furrows her brow and frowns the way people do when they don’t get my dead parent jokes. I...
I dunked my head underwater for the next hour or so and continuously tried to drown to no avail.
I couldn’t get past the annoying survival instinct to come up for air when I started to panic.
I tell my therapist this as though I was telling her about dressing my dolls or playing a game with my cousins. She furrows her brow and frowns the way people do when they don’t get my dead parent jokes. I...
#death
#grief
#hope #sadness
#hope #sadness
283 reads
8 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
11th Jan 2025 6:57pm
11th Jan 2025 6:57pm
The Poison Bride
When the famous poetess passed out in her mashed potatoes on Christmas Eve, 1978, her husband rolled his eyes and her two children carried on glumly chewing. It was a semi-regular performance, the passing out act. George wondered how he'd ended up marrying the silly bitch.
Once on a literary tour, they'd been besieged by girls who seemed to regard him with envy for having such unfettered access to their mentally unstable idol. He'd happily switch places with any of them, or the middle-aged sad-sack men who worried at her ankles at luncheons. Two years ago, she'd had a brief...
Once on a literary tour, they'd been besieged by girls who seemed to regard him with envy for having such unfettered access to their mentally unstable idol. He'd happily switch places with any of them, or the middle-aged sad-sack men who worried at her ankles at luncheons. Two years ago, she'd had a brief...
#death
#marriage
#ShortStory #violence
#ShortStory #violence
86 reads
3 Comments
Darkness_Fiend
Poem Published
11th Jan 2025 9:57am
11th Jan 2025 9:57am
(45) Please Forgive Me Little Brother 03.31.2024 @ 9:56am
#death
#depression
#grief
#hurt
#sadness
62 reads
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
11th Jan 2025 5:17am
11th Jan 2025 5:17am
Bullied Girl
They knock her glasses...
off her face and step on them!
Crunch! Broken!
They trip her and kick...
her books down the hall!
Fatty tripped on her two left feet!
They push her into a bathroom stall...
and take her skirt and panties.
Snap! Photo!
She screams and cries...
until the nurse gets her pants to wear!
She hates this school!
They mock the pants...
It's a boy! Ugly enough.
"Ugly. Ugly." They chant.
"She wants to be a...
off her face and step on them!
Crunch! Broken!
They trip her and kick...
her books down the hall!
Fatty tripped on her two left feet!
They push her into a bathroom stall...
and take her skirt and panties.
Snap! Photo!
She screams and cries...
until the nurse gets her pants to wear!
She hates this school!
They mock the pants...
It's a boy! Ugly enough.
"Ugly. Ugly." They chant.
"She wants to be a...
#anger
#bullying
#death #violence
#death #violence
82 reads
4 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
30th Dec 2024 6:08pm
30th Dec 2024 6:08pm
Back to Michigan
They say you can't go back...
cause it won't be the same...
be it a job, relationship or a hometown -
unless you return in a box...like my daddy.
The body of my father...a very big man
of 500 lbs...was transported by train...
across the state of Michigan from large city
back to his small town birthplace.
I don't know if the town had changed
in the years Dad had been gone...
as I had never been there before...
he had moved to a bigger city after Vietnam.
The funeral director named off others
with our...
cause it won't be the same...
be it a job, relationship or a hometown -
unless you return in a box...like my daddy.
The body of my father...a very big man
of 500 lbs...was transported by train...
across the state of Michigan from large city
back to his small town birthplace.
I don't know if the town had changed
in the years Dad had been gone...
as I had never been there before...
he had moved to a bigger city after Vietnam.
The funeral director named off others
with our...
#death
#father
#grief #memories
#grief #memories
75 reads
2 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
18th Dec 2024 9:50am
18th Dec 2024 9:50am
Cigarettes
#death
#evil
#funny
92 reads
4 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
12th Dec 2024 11:02pm
12th Dec 2024 11:02pm
Lady Fancy R.I.P. ( A tribute )
I knew Lori as well anyone knows someone whom they've never met but knew so well..
She was on DUP at the same time I was but we never crossed paths until we did.
Ironically we worked at the same company in the city but did not know each other then.
Had we known each other then we surely would have had drinks downstairs in the bar where everyone went on Friday nights...
That brings us to DUP.
I think she commented on one of my poems and I back and then another and that went on for awhile. Till one day I posted a painting with one of my poems and then it was...
She was on DUP at the same time I was but we never crossed paths until we did.
Ironically we worked at the same company in the city but did not know each other then.
Had we known each other then we surely would have had drinks downstairs in the bar where everyone went on Friday nights...
That brings us to DUP.
I think she commented on one of my poems and I back and then another and that went on for awhile. Till one day I posted a painting with one of my poems and then it was...
#death
#LifeCycle
#sadness
336 reads
35 Comments
Strangeways_Rob
Poem Published
12th Dec 2024 8:41pm
12th Dec 2024 8:41pm
Rest Softly, Lori
In the rain of your eyes,
Ocean spray bursts up towards heaven
falling back with tears as leaves of a tree.
Love flew out of your mouth in hieroglyphics
like an invitation to a sky wedding
writ on the wrists of kites.
Dawn ghosted,
as a ship’s prow through windows
tangled in curtain rigging
in the way silence enters an empty room
sunrise gallows hang
heavy in your absence.
Tightrope of lips
taut between our secret space
and pavement cracks where rain survives.
Hands prayed...
Ocean spray bursts up towards heaven
falling back with tears as leaves of a tree.
Love flew out of your mouth in hieroglyphics
like an invitation to a sky wedding
writ on the wrists of kites.
Dawn ghosted,
as a ship’s prow through windows
tangled in curtain rigging
in the way silence enters an empty room
sunrise gallows hang
heavy in your absence.
Tightrope of lips
taut between our secret space
and pavement cracks where rain survives.
Hands prayed...
#death
#faith
#hope #love
#hope #love
235 reads
15 Comments
BlkLyrycE
Poem Published
5th Dec 2024 1:47pm
5th Dec 2024 1:47pm
Grief
I almost forgot that you were gone until I woke up and realized that I was now grown.
Your face, smile, all of your features were there.
I would’ve bet my life on that.
And there I was nothin but a child again racing to give you the biggest hug that I could make.
I would have never imagined that I would be sitting here dumbfounded.
Lead not to our own understanding, those are the words those men wrote in the Bible as they went about their day, reciting potential scriptures that they wanted to include in the Bible.
God doesn’t make any mistakes are the words...
Your face, smile, all of your features were there.
I would’ve bet my life on that.
And there I was nothin but a child again racing to give you the biggest hug that I could make.
I would have never imagined that I would be sitting here dumbfounded.
Lead not to our own understanding, those are the words those men wrote in the Bible as they went about their day, reciting potential scriptures that they wanted to include in the Bible.
God doesn’t make any mistakes are the words...
#death
#grief
#heartbroken #hurt
#heartbroken #hurt
97 reads
0 Comments
Ashriyon
Poem Published
4th Dec 2024 6:27pm
4th Dec 2024 6:27pm
In the Shadow of Stars
When I looked up at the endless night,
Stars twinkled like secrets whispered low,
I asked the heavens, “Where’s the light?
If God is real, where did you go?”
In my heart a storm was brewing,
A tempest of love turned bitter and wild,
For in those dark moments I felt so alone,
With blood on my hands and a heart defiled.
You were my anchor; you were my grace,
But addiction wrapped you in chains of despair,
Each promise made now lost in the space—
Where laughter once danced hangs silence and air. ...
Stars twinkled like secrets whispered low,
I asked the heavens, “Where’s the light?
If God is real, where did you go?”
In my heart a storm was brewing,
A tempest of love turned bitter and wild,
For in those dark moments I felt so alone,
With blood on my hands and a heart defiled.
You were my anchor; you were my grace,
But addiction wrapped you in chains of despair,
Each promise made now lost in the space—
Where laughter once danced hangs silence and air. ...
#childhood
#death
#LookingForLove
#memories
#separation
218 reads
2 Comments
DU Poetry : Long Poems About Death
