Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
9th Mar 2025 9:11pm
9th Mar 2025 9:11pm
Nan’s Funeral
It was comforting to know
she spent her final days
in a place as lavish
and warm as this,
the care home off the motorway
and opposite a graveyard where
I went with her once to place flowers
across her second husband’s grave.
This lavish estate of houses and
a huge facility of rooms around
a central hexagon arranged,
alarms and nurses all about.
We went here on a hot March day,
like summer in truth, and filled
with a scent of cut grass, the warmth
a little much in our funeral clothes,
but oh so...
she spent her final days
in a place as lavish
and warm as this,
the care home off the motorway
and opposite a graveyard where
I went with her once to place flowers
across her second husband’s grave.
This lavish estate of houses and
a huge facility of rooms around
a central hexagon arranged,
alarms and nurses all about.
We went here on a hot March day,
like summer in truth, and filled
with a scent of cut grass, the warmth
a little much in our funeral clothes,
but oh so...
#death
#family
#funeral #love
#funeral #love
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1 Comment
PAR
Poem Published
9th Mar 2025 3:00pm
9th Mar 2025 3:00pm
Presumed hunger
Premeditated situations
and pre-cooked annihilations.
Preheated eliminations,
precepts, losses, predators,
nothing changes the colors of poverty.
Chameleons are the rich ones
and they change, change color
and change again to a color they don't have.
The rich eat poverty for breakfast
so let's change directions,
change emotions,
and let's eat the rich
even though the rich are poor
in nutrients and proteins.
Since they have many colors,
we will eat them with our eyes
and season them...
and pre-cooked annihilations.
Preheated eliminations,
precepts, losses, predators,
nothing changes the colors of poverty.
Chameleons are the rich ones
and they change, change color
and change again to a color they don't have.
The rich eat poverty for breakfast
so let's change directions,
change emotions,
and let's eat the rich
even though the rich are poor
in nutrients and proteins.
Since they have many colors,
we will eat them with our eyes
and season them...
#corruption
#death
#greed
#illness
#poverty
91 reads
8 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
9th Mar 2025 12:00pm
9th Mar 2025 12:00pm
afraid
after twenty days in icu I'm weak
barely cohesive
I'm afraid I'll die if I sleep
that's the truth
I fought so hard from the edge why?
barely cohesive
I'm afraid I'll die if I sleep
that's the truth
I fought so hard from the edge why?
#death
104 reads
17 Comments
Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
8th Mar 2025 9:42pm
8th Mar 2025 9:42pm
They Live where Love abides
They are not really gone unless you choose to forget
the thoughts and moments we never regret
clear as crystal they always remain
bringing up smiles that eases the pain
we may think of changed worlds moved on
with death the bond is truly gone
but as stars in the night they continue to shine
the walk with them are forever mine
my tales keep them present and well
living in the stories I chose to tell
the laughter after the times we fell
rings in my heart like a distant bell
they are not gone just away reside ...
the thoughts and moments we never regret
clear as crystal they always remain
bringing up smiles that eases the pain
we may think of changed worlds moved on
with death the bond is truly gone
but as stars in the night they continue to shine
the walk with them are forever mine
my tales keep them present and well
living in the stories I chose to tell
the laughter after the times we fell
rings in my heart like a distant bell
they are not gone just away reside ...
#death
#love
#sadness
68 reads
8 Comments
randyjohnson
Poem Published
8th Mar 2025 1:49pm
8th Mar 2025 1:49pm
Goodbye Gene Hackman - Part 3
Gene starred as Lex Luthor three times.
And he starred in "Behind Enemy Lines".
His death was hard for his fans to face.
He's gone and he can never be replaced.
He was a talented actor who was clever.
It's sad to know that he's gone forever.
Respect was something that he earned.
Gene perished and he will never return.
It's heartbreaking to see such a man die.
He was a terrific person and that's no lie.
And he starred in "Behind Enemy Lines".
His death was hard for his fans to face.
He's gone and he can never be replaced.
He was a talented actor who was clever.
It's sad to know that he's gone forever.
Respect was something that he earned.
Gene perished and he will never return.
It's heartbreaking to see such a man die.
He was a terrific person and that's no lie.
#death
#nonfiction
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Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
8th Mar 2025 1:27pm
8th Mar 2025 1:27pm
That Dark Door
Gracious, she sips the wine,
as if a blushing bride,
delicate as morning light.
They both know there is
no stopping now.
Inside of her, he is
born again and again,
Her innocent infant lips,
seek the nourishment of love,
a lifetime's feast in a moment's dance.
They writhe and flourish—
blooms in time's vast garden.
When the dance ends,
she steps through
that dark door,
where all must go.
as if a blushing bride,
delicate as morning light.
They both know there is
no stopping now.
Inside of her, he is
born again and again,
Her innocent infant lips,
seek the nourishment of love,
a lifetime's feast in a moment's dance.
They writhe and flourish—
blooms in time's vast garden.
When the dance ends,
she steps through
that dark door,
where all must go.
#death
#erotic
#love
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LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
7th Mar 2025 3:14pm
7th Mar 2025 3:14pm
Eternal Night
In grace, they bloomed, life's tender breasts,
Their strength, their love, in our hearts impressed.
Now, like stars at dawn's first light,
They've slipped away, into the eternal night.
Their strength, their love, in our hearts impressed.
Now, like stars at dawn's first light,
They've slipped away, into the eternal night.
#aging
#death
154 reads
1 Comment
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
7th Mar 2025 10:58am
7th Mar 2025 10:58am
On The Brink (collab with DamianDeadLove)
It's arriving today
Our own extinction
Created with hate
For evil we annihilate
Been digging graves
Under a blood red moon
Until the enemy caves
Falling like a lead balloon
Filling our lungs
With winds of death
Crushing our bones
And burning our flesh
Air raid siren screams
Feeling panic build inside
Acid infested streams
Death rolls in with the tide
Our world is under siege
Because of "their" reign
For those who survive
Nothing but torment,...
Our own extinction
Created with hate
For evil we annihilate
Been digging graves
Under a blood red moon
Until the enemy caves
Falling like a lead balloon
Filling our lungs
With winds of death
Crushing our bones
And burning our flesh
Air raid siren screams
Feeling panic build inside
Acid infested streams
Death rolls in with the tide
Our world is under siege
Because of "their" reign
For those who survive
Nothing but torment,...
#corruption
#death
#earth
#HumanRights
#politics
101 reads
16 Comments
wallyroo92
Bumped 6th Mar 2025 7:34pm
7th Oct 2019 7:06pm
7th Oct 2019 7:06pm
Confessions of a Cereal Killer
#dark
#death
#scary
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
522 reads
9 Comments
randyjohnson
Poem Published
6th Mar 2025 1:46pm
6th Mar 2025 1:46pm
Rest In Peace, Mom - Part VIII
It was twelve years ago today when I found you dead.
I knew you had died because you were lying lifeless on that hospital bed.
I bought you a card and a toy easter bunny that were buried with you.
If somebody ever says that you meant nothing to me, it won't be true.
When I prayed for your survival, I decided to beg.
You died after the surgeon amputated your leg.
Even though removing your leg improved your chances of survival, you still died.
When the surgeon operated on you, he couldn't save you even though he tried.
Your life ended and you entered the...
I knew you had died because you were lying lifeless on that hospital bed.
I bought you a card and a toy easter bunny that were buried with you.
If somebody ever says that you meant nothing to me, it won't be true.
When I prayed for your survival, I decided to beg.
You died after the surgeon amputated your leg.
Even though removing your leg improved your chances of survival, you still died.
When the surgeon operated on you, he couldn't save you even though he tried.
Your life ended and you entered the...
#anniversary
#death
#mother #nonfiction
#mother #nonfiction
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BatPowers
Bat Powers
Bat Powers
Bumped 6th Mar 2025 12:46pm
9th Jan 2023 00:09am
9th Jan 2023 00:09am
Where I live
Used to be a farmer used to till the ground
now my tractor's silent
i can faintly here the sound
that memory of my father
as I sat on his knee
while he taught me the value
of the planted seed
used to be a milkman used to be your friend
used to be something I'll never be again
used to be a teacher used to mentor kids
really thought it mattered then it all came to this
had to buy the...
now my tractor's silent
i can faintly here the sound
that memory of my father
as I sat on his knee
while he taught me the value
of the planted seed
used to be a milkman used to be your friend
used to be something I'll never be again
used to be a teacher used to mentor kids
really thought it mattered then it all came to this
had to buy the...
#anxiety
#hope
#death #LifeStruggles
#death #LifeStruggles
498 reads
12 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
5th Mar 2025 6:06pm
5th Mar 2025 6:06pm
Blood flows
Her blood flows
the last beats of a heart compose
a symphony of fear that echoes
the moon hangs in hallowed night
a blade glistens in the light
A sexual sacrament
blood and cum, life and death
thrusting through her final breath
dripping our souls upon the altar
licking lips to taste the rapture
His blood flows
rushing through veins it goes
chasing the feeling that grows
the mystical mysteries of life
erotic is the edge of my knife
the last beats of a heart compose
a symphony of fear that echoes
the moon hangs in hallowed night
a blade glistens in the light
A sexual sacrament
blood and cum, life and death
thrusting through her final breath
dripping our souls upon the altar
licking lips to taste the rapture
His blood flows
rushing through veins it goes
chasing the feeling that grows
the mystical mysteries of life
erotic is the edge of my knife
#dark
#death
#erotic
12 reads
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