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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ExercisingDemons
Poem Published
25th Aug 2024 2:34am
25th Aug 2024 2:34am
Thoughts as the Guillotine Drops
What if I was in jail?
Would I suicide day one,
my spirit too frail.
Would I hide me a gun
and shoot it at pale skinned inmates
tucking their tails, so I'm shot down
by some guard?
Or would I stick
to some guard
who'd have me under his wing?
Would I crack jokes and tragically sing?
Would I get myself into solitary?
Living with thoughts like
'these men are too scary',
Would I ever shave?
Would I let myself grow hairy?
Would I drop soap
and then shower nary?
Would...
Would I suicide day one,
my spirit too frail.
Would I hide me a gun
and shoot it at pale skinned inmates
tucking their tails, so I'm shot down
by some guard?
Or would I stick
to some guard
who'd have me under his wing?
Would I crack jokes and tragically sing?
Would I get myself into solitary?
Living with thoughts like
'these men are too scary',
Would I ever shave?
Would I let myself grow hairy?
Would I drop soap
and then shower nary?
Would...
#evil
#prison
#war #death
#war #death
163 reads
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
25th Aug 2024 1:20am
25th Aug 2024 1:20am
THIS ISN'T ABOUT ME
About what I have been going through since 2021 with different stages of cancers prostate cancer and kidney function and tumors and lung cancer 🙏 This isn't really about me it's about you 🤔 YET my real question to you is WHO DO YOU TURN TOO, when you are lost and confuse and afraid. AS you sit alone within the very confinement of your four walls 🧱 that you call home 🏡, as it is there where you can find yourself in peace with tranquility. For the betterment of your life for it is necessary, to be able to understand, that no day. WILL never be the same...
#courage
#death
#family
#LifeCycle
#strength
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LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
24th Aug 2024 3:39pm
24th Aug 2024 3:39pm
Death of a Child
The sun had just begun its descent, casting a warm glow over the coast of the Black Sea in Ukraine. The day had been calm, the kind of deceptive tranquility that often preceded a storm. The beach, with its golden sand and gentle waves, was a stark contrast to the turmoil that had taken over the country.
The young girl appeared suddenly, a blue dress fluttering against the backdrop of the shore. She was young, her legs carrying her with the determination of one who still believed in the possibility of escape, of survival.
As she ran, her face was etched with...
The young girl appeared suddenly, a blue dress fluttering against the backdrop of the shore. She was young, her legs carrying her with the determination of one who still believed in the possibility of escape, of survival.
As she ran, her face was etched with...
#childhood
#death
#teens #war
#teens #war
164 reads
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LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
22nd Aug 2024 1:48pm
22nd Aug 2024 1:48pm
Existence Unremembered
I view it as a privilege to be present at someone’s passing, to play a part in changing the trajectory of one life and by extension, the lives of many others. These were my thoughts as the angry blast left the muzzle of my rifle, carrying despair in its unalterable path. The woman saw the flash of my powder and a moment of horror registered in her face. I love being present to witness that moment of realization.
At this nameless woman’s most beautiful time in life, her sharing of what was most treasured would be interrupted by a single 223 caliber bullet. The surgical entry...
At this nameless woman’s most beautiful time in life, her sharing of what was most treasured would be interrupted by a single 223 caliber bullet. The surgical entry...
#death
#sex
#violence
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CasketSharpe
Poem Published
20th Aug 2024 5:36pm
20th Aug 2024 5:36pm
The Iron Realm of Dark Souls (Ghostlords of the Witch)
May 31st 1921, was the worst devastating white violence against the black American
Fueled by, hate, jealousy, racism and white folks who gave a revengeful damn?
“Churches, schools as well as one-hundred and ninety one businesses burned to the ground
An unnecessary massacre of blacks that was amplified by a soul-piercing whistling sound,
“Throughout Tulsa, Oklahoma a asphyxiating dread begin to take hold
While dead bodies, mutilated, hanging or burning was visibly snatched of their soul,
“Race did not matter as The Iron Realm of Dark Souls...
Fueled by, hate, jealousy, racism and white folks who gave a revengeful damn?
“Churches, schools as well as one-hundred and ninety one businesses burned to the ground
An unnecessary massacre of blacks that was amplified by a soul-piercing whistling sound,
“Throughout Tulsa, Oklahoma a asphyxiating dread begin to take hold
While dead bodies, mutilated, hanging or burning was visibly snatched of their soul,
“Race did not matter as The Iron Realm of Dark Souls...
#dark
#death
#evil
200 reads
6 Comments
LunaDahlia
Poem Published
18th Aug 2024 10:34am
18th Aug 2024 10:34am
Insignia: The Light's Lament
#abuse
#death
#MeToo #revenge
#MeToo #revenge
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BlkLyrycE
Poem Published
17th Aug 2024 10:19pm
17th Aug 2024 10:19pm
The Archives - One Night Stand
After that night I felt like a champ
I finally had a chance to get with this girl that I’ve been trying to get with ever since the 12th grade.
And even though my friends and family told me about her.
I just wanted to get with her since all I wanted was to take a chance…
I choose not to believe everyone’s gossip.
So, I played a game of chance.
Every time I lay down with this girl named Claire.
She made me feel good…like a real man should.
And I choose not to use protection every time we decided to do our deeds…
Dreams keep hunting me as I sleep at...
I finally had a chance to get with this girl that I’ve been trying to get with ever since the 12th grade.
And even though my friends and family told me about her.
I just wanted to get with her since all I wanted was to take a chance…
I choose not to believe everyone’s gossip.
So, I played a game of chance.
Every time I lay down with this girl named Claire.
She made me feel good…like a real man should.
And I choose not to use protection every time we decided to do our deeds…
Dreams keep hunting me as I sleep at...
#death
#sex
#temptation
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DU Poetry : Long Poems About Death
