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
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2 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
5th Mar 2025 1:13pm
5th Mar 2025 1:13pm
Bugging
Blah blah blah we say
Words float gently in the breeze
Thoughts just drift away.
Empty phrases fly
Through the quiet afternoon
Time slips slowly by.
In the stillness here
Meaning hides within the blur
Silence speaks so clear.
Words float gently in the breeze
Thoughts just drift away.
Empty phrases fly
Through the quiet afternoon
Time slips slowly by.
In the stillness here
Meaning hides within the blur
Silence speaks so clear.
#death
#LifeStruggles
#politics
76 reads
10 Comments
wallyroo92
Bumped 4th Mar 2025 10:07pm
7th Oct 2019 7:29am
7th Oct 2019 7:29am
A Wake and a Guitar
They said he died when he drove his wheel-horse off a cliff,
But Clifford had been the type to try anything for a good laugh,
He’d always be the first to slip in a quip and play good riffs,
He had said he’d be buried with his guitar in his epitaph.
The wreath was wrought in the shape of his Fender telecast,
The one he played in worship services playing gospel and blues,
His friends had always coveted the instrument until at last,
Willful they plotted to steal it so they came up with a ruse.
The morning of the wake the windswept lawns of the...
But Clifford had been the type to try anything for a good laugh,
He’d always be the first to slip in a quip and play good riffs,
He had said he’d be buried with his guitar in his epitaph.
The wreath was wrought in the shape of his Fender telecast,
The one he played in worship services playing gospel and blues,
His friends had always coveted the instrument until at last,
Willful they plotted to steal it so they came up with a ruse.
The morning of the wake the windswept lawns of the...
#dark
#death
#scary #funny
#scary #funny
520 reads
8 Comments
randyjohnson
Poem Published
4th Mar 2025 2:25pm
4th Mar 2025 2:25pm
Goodbye Gene Hackman - Part 2
Gene Hackman has died and so has his wife.
After ninety-five years, Hackman lost his life.
Gene was a legend and he had plenty of fans.
Everybody knows that he was a talented man.
The last movie that he starred in was in 2004.
It's very sad that he chose not to act anymore.
Gene's death made his friends and family cry.
He perished and it was painful to say goodbye.
But when we go to Heaven, we'll see him again.
Gene was a skilled actor and a credit to all men.
After ninety-five years, Hackman lost his life.
Gene was a legend and he had plenty of fans.
Everybody knows that he was a talented man.
The last movie that he starred in was in 2004.
It's very sad that he chose not to act anymore.
Gene's death made his friends and family cry.
He perished and it was painful to say goodbye.
But when we go to Heaven, we'll see him again.
Gene was a skilled actor and a credit to all men.
#death
#nonfiction
56 reads
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PoetSpeak
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2025 9:36pm
3rd Mar 2025 9:36pm
Eerie was a Friend of Mine -- R.I.P.
I don't know how to process her passing
We met years ago on DUP
It is a friendship to remember
If you knew Eerie you knew who she was
Tough, Vulnerable, Funny, Sarcastic come to mind
Kind, loving, intense, pretty and sexy are in there too
Make no mistake with Eerie
If she had a beef, she let you know without fanfare
No stranger to physical and medical problems
She did not complain
I had and still have the utmost respect for Eerie
I'd like to be more eloquent but...
We met years ago on DUP
It is a friendship to remember
If you knew Eerie you knew who she was
Tough, Vulnerable, Funny, Sarcastic come to mind
Kind, loving, intense, pretty and sexy are in there too
Make no mistake with Eerie
If she had a beef, she let you know without fanfare
No stranger to physical and medical problems
She did not complain
I had and still have the utmost respect for Eerie
I'd like to be more eloquent but...
#death
#friendship
#love
#sadness
#WritingPoetry
190 reads
35 Comments
Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2025 2:01pm
2nd Mar 2025 2:01pm
The war is over?
I can't go on any longer
War wearied and worn soldiers
Fight battles for leaders
Whose hearts have grown colder
Hiding out in buildings of rubble
Machine gun fire doubles
While comfortable generals raise a toast
For map lines moving, ever so subtle
Clouds of debris from bombings
Innocent families sobbing
Cries from the dark night
Are stuck in my head, forever haunting
Friends tell me the war has ended
I'm back home and mending
But my thoughts are troubled
And I feel into hell, I've descended
War wearied and worn soldiers
Fight battles for leaders
Whose hearts have grown colder
Hiding out in buildings of rubble
Machine gun fire doubles
While comfortable generals raise a toast
For map lines moving, ever so subtle
Clouds of debris from bombings
Innocent families sobbing
Cries from the dark night
Are stuck in my head, forever haunting
Friends tell me the war has ended
I'm back home and mending
But my thoughts are troubled
And I feel into hell, I've descended
#death
#sacrifice
#suffering
#tragedy
#war
55 reads
2 Comments
Fiftysevenhours
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2025 1:40pm
2nd Mar 2025 1:40pm
Into the hall of night
I'm picking flesh from the bones of day,
Staring down the last vestige,
Of hope and light.
A silhouette,
Standing beneath the murder of crows.
Listening,
Listening,
to their bequeathed murmur of flight.
To their,
Collective,
Massed caw calling,
Calling.
Calling me into the hall of night.
Staring down the last vestige,
Of hope and light.
A silhouette,
Standing beneath the murder of crows.
Listening,
Listening,
to their bequeathed murmur of flight.
To their,
Collective,
Massed caw calling,
Calling.
Calling me into the hall of night.
#death
#nature
74 reads
8 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
1st Mar 2025 3:16am
1st Mar 2025 3:16am
Saw Gene Hackman At A Friend's Party
I thought I
saw Gene Hackman at a
friend's party and figured that he faked
his own death in some way. But that was before I moved
for a closer look and saw that it
really was my friend's
own uncle.
saw Gene Hackman at a
friend's party and figured that he faked
his own death in some way. But that was before I moved
for a closer look and saw that it
really was my friend's
own uncle.
#confusion
#death
#dialogue
#Fanfiction
#fiction
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Mars_August
Mars August
Mars August
Poem Published
1st Mar 2025 1:17am
1st Mar 2025 1:17am
Just Catching Up/Do Dead People Pray?
Mama,
It’s been a long time since I’ve written, but you are, in fact, a spectator. So you see everything, but you know me. I have to put it all down on paper, and then give it to others because some days it’s the only proof I have that I am anywhere at all.
My body is a locked jaw, grinding teeth to dust, and it’s all to keep something inside. I’m uncertain what will tumble out if I let it all go. Will it have teeth, claws, and green and yellow froth coming from its mouth? Or will it fall to the ground, its mummified parts turning to dust after eons in darkness?
...
It’s been a long time since I’ve written, but you are, in fact, a spectator. So you see everything, but you know me. I have to put it all down on paper, and then give it to others because some days it’s the only proof I have that I am anywhere at all.
My body is a locked jaw, grinding teeth to dust, and it’s all to keep something inside. I’m uncertain what will tumble out if I let it all go. Will it have teeth, claws, and green and yellow froth coming from its mouth? Or will it fall to the ground, its mummified parts turning to dust after eons in darkness?
...
#death
#FeelingLost
#gratitude
#mother
#SelfDiscovery
85 reads
6 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
28th Feb 2025 1:15pm
28th Feb 2025 1:15pm
Wouldn't you do the same thing?
If I was going to do it, I would do it right
I would take some guys wife and kids
Do the whole torture and mutilation thing
Kind of like the film "Henry, Portrait of a Serial Killer"
You know what I mean
Really party down with them and then the real fun begins
They'd be in for some wild sex and humiliation
Throw in some agony and mayhem
And then they'll be wishing for death
And I'm the guy who will grant their wishes
While this is happening
I'll be documenting the whole thing
I would have the sex, the torture and death...
I would take some guys wife and kids
Do the whole torture and mutilation thing
Kind of like the film "Henry, Portrait of a Serial Killer"
You know what I mean
Really party down with them and then the real fun begins
They'd be in for some wild sex and humiliation
Throw in some agony and mayhem
And then they'll be wishing for death
And I'm the guy who will grant their wishes
While this is happening
I'll be documenting the whole thing
I would have the sex, the torture and death...
#death
#family
#horror
#ShortStory
#violence
100 reads
8 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
28th Feb 2025 10:43am
28th Feb 2025 10:43am
MAN DOWN, MAN DOWN
Pigs came to the crack house last night
All the crack dealers and addicts scattered like roaches throwing their stash over the cement wall
The cops shined their little lights and tried to find the stash bags
But to no avail
The pigs rolled out and chased two dudes down the street
They ran one guy down who was crossing the street
When the cop got out of the car to see what he has done, another crack dealer shot the cop right in the face
"MAN DOWN, MAN DOWN"
That's what I heard from another cop on a CB Radio
Total carnage
Total mayhem ...
All the crack dealers and addicts scattered like roaches throwing their stash over the cement wall
The cops shined their little lights and tried to find the stash bags
But to no avail
The pigs rolled out and chased two dudes down the street
They ran one guy down who was crossing the street
When the cop got out of the car to see what he has done, another crack dealer shot the cop right in the face
"MAN DOWN, MAN DOWN"
That's what I heard from another cop on a CB Radio
Total carnage
Total mayhem ...
#city
#death
#drugs
#violence
#war
90 reads
8 Comments
randyjohnson
Poem Published
27th Feb 2025 9:04pm
27th Feb 2025 9:04pm
Goodbye Gene Hackman
It's sad when I say that Gene Hackman and his wife have died.
Gene starred in three Superman movies and Bonnie and Clyde.
In addition to Gene and his wife perishing, their dog died as well.
I don't know if it was foul play, only time will tell.
Gene starred in many movies, he was born to act.
When I say he was extremely talented, it is a fact.
It is very sad because he's no longer alive.
Gene Hackman has died at the age of 95.
Gene starred in three Superman movies and Bonnie and Clyde.
In addition to Gene and his wife perishing, their dog died as well.
I don't know if it was foul play, only time will tell.
Gene starred in many movies, he was born to act.
When I say he was extremely talented, it is a fact.
It is very sad because he's no longer alive.
Gene Hackman has died at the age of 95.
#death
#nonfiction
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DU Poetry : Poems about Death
