LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
24th Oct 2024 11:43pm
24th Oct 2024 11:43pm
The Dancer
Once upon a time on a planet that was mostly harmless and sometimes blue, there was a dancer. She had been a dancer since a tiny sprout with limbs that fluttered in the breeze of life and love. Her feet had learned the alphabet of steps before her mouth mastered the language of her people. She lived, oh how she lived, every moment of her life in the moment, celebrating her body and the poetry of movement that was her birthright and her voice.
Her dance was a prayer, an act of love, a rebellion against the stillness of death that loomed like a shadow over portions of the world. She...
Her dance was a prayer, an act of love, a rebellion against the stillness of death that loomed like a shadow over portions of the world. She...
#beauty
#dance
#death #war
#death #war
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dark_horizons
Poem Published
14th Oct 2024 5:57am
14th Oct 2024 5:57am
To Sleep In The Forest Fatale
People whisper the stories
They don’t know if they are truth or lie
About the dark forest not so far away
Where the old people go to die
Some say demons await
Others say angels are there
There is talk of outer space beings
And lore of a man eating bear
The fact to which all can agree
Is that those who travel its ground
Who go there to sleep the long good night
Not a one has ever been found
What I have known as life is in the past
I am in the twilight of what has been...
They don’t know if they are truth or lie
About the dark forest not so far away
Where the old people go to die
Some say demons await
Others say angels are there
There is talk of outer space beings
And lore of a man eating bear
The fact to which all can agree
Is that those who travel its ground
Who go there to sleep the long good night
Not a one has ever been found
What I have known as life is in the past
I am in the twilight of what has been...
#death
#utopia
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Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
9th Oct 2024 2:35pm
9th Oct 2024 2:35pm
Last Dance
Life’s taught me plenty. I've danced through years with laughter and tears and loved a lot. Men have come and gone, like seasons, each one leaving a mark, a memory, or taking a piece of my heart. But now I’m staring down the end of my road. The doctor's words hit hard. “It’s terminal," he said. “Soon, you’ll grow weak as the cancer grows and you’ll lose control of your body. We can keep you comfortable but you only have weeks left.”
I cried. Fear gripped me. I knew there wasn’t anything after this this life, just a void. I used to believe in heaven but that fell away long...
I cried. Fear gripped me. I knew there wasn’t anything after this this life, just a void. I used to believe in heaven but that fell away long...
#death
#love
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Everavalon
Poem Published
5th Oct 2024 12:52pm
5th Oct 2024 12:52pm
The urn
Seven minutes remain of this simulation
where I have laid, restless to study this morning
my hands in the sodden sweetgrass where my skin was moistened
by death. It was the bloom that said don’t go back there, to the darkness within the shroud. The light at dawn wants to listen
to gunshot flair in the morning breeze. This day, you were framed in rage. Teeth gnashed and full throttle.
This day, I was the white heat of guilt, hands cramped
and muddied by the silt of forever. I was blended—
my emotion raw on my voice box, screaming “Why...
where I have laid, restless to study this morning
my hands in the sodden sweetgrass where my skin was moistened
by death. It was the bloom that said don’t go back there, to the darkness within the shroud. The light at dawn wants to listen
to gunshot flair in the morning breeze. This day, you were framed in rage. Teeth gnashed and full throttle.
This day, I was the white heat of guilt, hands cramped
and muddied by the silt of forever. I was blended—
my emotion raw on my voice box, screaming “Why...
#death
#murder
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
28th Sep 2024 9:06pm
28th Sep 2024 9:06pm
Dust and Dusk
In the vale where shadows crept at dusk
A masked man rode with silent tread
His name long lost, his purpose hushed
But death was sure where he was led
The dusty road beneath his steed
Lay barren, cracked, and lined with sin
The whispers told of evil deeds
Of souls he’d sent to winds that spin
He wore a mask of tattered black
That veiled his face from Heaven’s light
And in his hand, the Colt intact
Was quicker than the creeping night
At dusk, he came to deal his trade
Where blood and pride would often cross ...
A masked man rode with silent tread
His name long lost, his purpose hushed
But death was sure where he was led
The dusty road beneath his steed
Lay barren, cracked, and lined with sin
The whispers told of evil deeds
Of souls he’d sent to winds that spin
He wore a mask of tattered black
That veiled his face from Heaven’s light
And in his hand, the Colt intact
Was quicker than the creeping night
At dusk, he came to deal his trade
Where blood and pride would often cross ...
#countryside
#death
#narrative
#night
#rhyming
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
27th Sep 2024 9:47am
27th Sep 2024 9:47am
Danse Putréfaction
Lo! 'Tis a night of foul decay
Where rot clings thick to bone
The air is rank with death's array
And flesh, long dead, has grown
The stage is set, but not for life
A show for cursed eyes
Where things that once were pure of strife
Now crawl beneath the skies
The curtain lifts, yet nothing breathes
No pulse, no living form
Just hollow husks with tangled wreathes
Of sinew, stiff and torn
Their skin, like wax, begins to sag
Their mouths gape open wide
But what commands them is no drag
It is the death inside
...
Where rot clings thick to bone
The air is rank with death's array
And flesh, long dead, has grown
The stage is set, but not for life
A show for cursed eyes
Where things that once were pure of strife
Now crawl beneath the skies
The curtain lifts, yet nothing breathes
No pulse, no living form
Just hollow husks with tangled wreathes
Of sinew, stiff and torn
Their skin, like wax, begins to sag
Their mouths gape open wide
But what commands them is no drag
It is the death inside
...
#dark
#death
#EdgarAllanPoe
#monsters
#shadows
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
26th Sep 2024 10:20am
26th Sep 2024 10:20am
Kill It, Kill It Now
Once upon a midnight dreary, I sat frozen, weak and weary
Fingers clenched in silent terror at the scratching on the floor
Through the night the sound was creeping, as if something foul was seeping
From a world where death lay sleeping—sleeping just outside my door
"Is it madness?" I did whisper, "Is it something to ignore?"
Still, it scratched—and nothing more
Cold the air grew, thick with rancor, filling me with some great anchor
That weighed my soul in dread and panic, shaking me to my core
Could it be a thing of...
Fingers clenched in silent terror at the scratching on the floor
Through the night the sound was creeping, as if something foul was seeping
From a world where death lay sleeping—sleeping just outside my door
"Is it madness?" I did whisper, "Is it something to ignore?"
Still, it scratched—and nothing more
Cold the air grew, thick with rancor, filling me with some great anchor
That weighed my soul in dread and panic, shaking me to my core
Could it be a thing of...
#dark
#death
#EdgarAllanPoe
#monsters
#scary
149 reads
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slipalong
Poem Published
18th Sep 2024 3:35pm
18th Sep 2024 3:35pm
My first job as the undertakers assistant
The firm was called Graves Brothers and stood just off the High St in Bury St Edmunds,
three immaculatly polished Mecedes Benz estates with extended wheel bases stood in a nearby yard. A horse drawn hearse was housed in a small barn, a black cob was hired from a local stables to pull it when required. As a junior partner, I was transport manager but for some unfathamable reason I was knicknamed CD, generaly considered back room staff, "Dont you go skipping off CD we need two cars by 10am, Mr Graves Snr quiped. Not allowed to meet the grieving relatives, just told to nod and look...
three immaculatly polished Mecedes Benz estates with extended wheel bases stood in a nearby yard. A horse drawn hearse was housed in a small barn, a black cob was hired from a local stables to pull it when required. As a junior partner, I was transport manager but for some unfathamable reason I was knicknamed CD, generaly considered back room staff, "Dont you go skipping off CD we need two cars by 10am, Mr Graves Snr quiped. Not allowed to meet the grieving relatives, just told to nod and look...
#death
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
7th Sep 2024 4:27am
7th Sep 2024 4:27am
Of The Bowels of the Earth
Beneath the stones where silence keeps
In ancient vaults where daylight sleeps
There stirs a breath, a whispered wail
A shiver cold, a visage pale
The earth doth groan in muffled sighs
As something wakes with hollow eyes
A creeping dread, a blackened tide
That stirs the bones of those who died
It slithers slow through cracks unseen
A shadow cast on shadow's sheen
The touch of night, the cold embrace
Of spectres lost to time and space
Eldritch whispers claw the...
In ancient vaults where daylight sleeps
There stirs a breath, a whispered wail
A shiver cold, a visage pale
The earth doth groan in muffled sighs
As something wakes with hollow eyes
A creeping dread, a blackened tide
That stirs the bones of those who died
It slithers slow through cracks unseen
A shadow cast on shadow's sheen
The touch of night, the cold embrace
Of spectres lost to time and space
Eldritch whispers claw the...
#curse
#dark
#death
#shadows
#silence
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OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
3rd Sep 2024 2:50am
3rd Sep 2024 2:50am
QUESTIONS ? (8-9-1996; Galveston Island Texas)
questions
it s time for action
last chance
for my strength and hope
have already flown
where is the energy
to move my good
out into this much greater
larger world around
and beyond me here
where i am presently
puzzling over vehicles
in which i can either choose
or not
to continue using
my same old shame and fear based
dysfunctional discretion
or maybe now at much too long last
try something else
all together
completely different
something much more spirit driven ...
it s time for action
last chance
for my strength and hope
have already flown
where is the energy
to move my good
out into this much greater
larger world around
and beyond me here
where i am presently
puzzling over vehicles
in which i can either choose
or not
to continue using
my same old shame and fear based
dysfunctional discretion
or maybe now at much too long last
try something else
all together
completely different
something much more spirit driven ...
#choices
#death
#identity
#SelfReflection
#spiritual
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Nodrax_tepes
nodrax
nodrax
Poem Published
3rd Sep 2024 1:32am
3rd Sep 2024 1:32am
Still-steel well
One a day in the past I was a well of fresh water
Once a days in the past I was vastness of life flowing gentle sweet strife
My walls ran deep tapping to the bottoms of the earth touching the living WATERS
The WATERS that came from me gave forth life to those who drank and they could live FOREVER
FOREVER did i yearn to birth and nourish life that was my ENDEAVOR
My walls clean to the bottom holding together what made you be,
I quenched the thirst of many yet when they drank they did not put thought or care to my walls
When I killed their thirsts they...
Once a days in the past I was vastness of life flowing gentle sweet strife
My walls ran deep tapping to the bottoms of the earth touching the living WATERS
The WATERS that came from me gave forth life to those who drank and they could live FOREVER
FOREVER did i yearn to birth and nourish life that was my ENDEAVOR
My walls clean to the bottom holding together what made you be,
I quenched the thirst of many yet when they drank they did not put thought or care to my walls
When I killed their thirsts they...
#death
#disappointment
#evolution
#regret
#water
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Grae
Bryan Gray
Bryan Gray
Poem Published
30th Aug 2024 9:15pm
30th Aug 2024 9:15pm
the maul
the maul understood the man
the dark putrid space inside him
where empathy was supposed to be
there was death there
dreams of bosch
saturn devouring his son
mother violence
like a tide of red ghosts lapping at toes
saying more than words ever could
the maul knew dark things
how it could sate an urge for ill will
how it could make quick work ...
the dark putrid space inside him
where empathy was supposed to be
there was death there
dreams of bosch
saturn devouring his son
mother violence
like a tide of red ghosts lapping at toes
saying more than words ever could
the maul knew dark things
how it could sate an urge for ill will
how it could make quick work ...
#dark
#death
#evil #MentalHealth
#evil #MentalHealth
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DU Poetry : Long Poems About Death
