Tia
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 10:52pm
19th Nov 2024 10:52pm
I like ice
I like ice
It's convenient, I mean
If you drop it on the ground it stays for a while
Then it melts away
Leaving behind something that could hardly be mistaken for what it was before
Do you ever think some people are like ice?
I like ice
It's convenient, I mean
If you drop it on the ground it stays for a while
Then it melts away
Leaving behind something that could hardly be mistaken for what it was before
Do you ever think some people are like ice?
I like ice
#death
#metaphor
#TruthOfLife
90 reads
2 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 10:03pm
19th Nov 2024 10:03pm
Meanwhile Down Here on Earth
There is a new light shining in the distance
Over in the southern celestial hemisphere
The scales of fate seem to weigh in balance
Welcoming a new presence
Meanwhile down here on earth
Broken hearts
and watery eyes fixate on Libra
The constellation has given birth
As stargazers wonder and watch in awe
Replete with love the spirit is lifted
Words and verse become memories and memoirs
For in the great beyond out in the universe
She has completed her journey to the stars
Over in the southern celestial hemisphere
The scales of fate seem to weigh in balance
Welcoming a new presence
Meanwhile down here on earth
Broken hearts
and watery eyes fixate on Libra
The constellation has given birth
As stargazers wonder and watch in awe
Replete with love the spirit is lifted
Words and verse become memories and memoirs
For in the great beyond out in the universe
She has completed her journey to the stars
#death
#grief
#universe
236 reads
6 Comments
Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 4:27pm
19th Nov 2024 4:27pm
Journal Entry: An atheist's prayer
To the nameless entity that shaped my being and breathed life into this form, I come to you (or it) with a heart of longing and fear. Some say we're fearfully and wonderfully made, crafted with intention and care but I think probably not. I'm only clay in the random hands of nature and fate, given life one day and returned to dust the next.
How are we fired with complex threads of life? Through some divine mystery, we have been blessed with existence and have felt the heat of love's embrace. As humans, we cherish vessels of pleasure but continue on or our paths of aging and...
How are we fired with complex threads of life? Through some divine mystery, we have been blessed with existence and have felt the heat of love's embrace. As humans, we cherish vessels of pleasure but continue on or our paths of aging and...
#Buddhist
#death
#erotic #lust
#erotic #lust
244 reads
3 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 3:31pm
19th Nov 2024 3:31pm
2024 November Poems >> i fathom not why He should choose the least
No. 08
i fathom not why He should choose the least
an awe-inspired confessional
Remembering Eerie
“It is not death that a man should fear,
but he should fear never beginning to live.”―Marcus Aurelius
i wonder if it's almost time to die,
because my bloom is as the century palm
whose shoot with fragrance paints the evening sky
of spikenard, for its withering of calm.
am i the thornbird with his sweetest song, ...
i fathom not why He should choose the least
an awe-inspired confessional
Remembering Eerie
“It is not death that a man should fear,
but he should fear never beginning to live.”―Marcus Aurelius
i wonder if it's almost time to die,
because my bloom is as the century palm
whose shoot with fragrance paints the evening sky
of spikenard, for its withering of calm.
am i the thornbird with his sweetest song, ...
#death
#grief
#memorial #respect
#memorial #respect
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2 Comments
wallyroo92
Bumped 19th Nov 2024 2:45pm
18th Mar 2023 2:30am
18th Mar 2023 2:30am
Before I Take My Leave
Before I take my leave
I believe I owe many of you here a proper farewell
Though is customary to bereave after one’s departure
I conceive that the burden of memory falls on your shoulders
After I take my leave
But before I take my leave
We must all agree we’ve had some great times together
The compositions I conceived on this side of the universe
Surely must’ve achieved a footnote in some of your memories
After I take my leave
Yet before I take my leave
Understand I’m somewhat relieved to know my time is near ...
I believe I owe many of you here a proper farewell
Though is customary to bereave after one’s departure
I conceive that the burden of memory falls on your shoulders
After I take my leave
But before I take my leave
We must all agree we’ve had some great times together
The compositions I conceived on this side of the universe
Surely must’ve achieved a footnote in some of your memories
After I take my leave
Yet before I take my leave
Understand I’m somewhat relieved to know my time is near ...
#love
#death
#gratitude #respect
#gratitude #respect
422 reads
10 Comments
LennyBlue
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 1:38pm
19th Nov 2024 1:38pm
I’m Going To Die of Lung Cancer
Woke up dreams in my head
I didn't realize I was dead.
In the dream, I was three,
Why’s that lady touching me?
Then i was a eight years old,
blood dripping in dirty white snow.
Laying on Doctors table,
Stiching my nose, staying quite stable.
At thirteen became a man,
Parents fighting, couldn't understand.
Dad walks out it was winter,
He would never come back for mom’s dinner.
Made it into an art school,
Played harmonica , felt so cool.
Liked girls, but...
I didn't realize I was dead.
In the dream, I was three,
Why’s that lady touching me?
Then i was a eight years old,
blood dripping in dirty white snow.
Laying on Doctors table,
Stiching my nose, staying quite stable.
At thirteen became a man,
Parents fighting, couldn't understand.
Dad walks out it was winter,
He would never come back for mom’s dinner.
Made it into an art school,
Played harmonica , felt so cool.
Liked girls, but...
#abuse
#cancer
#death
#dreams
#LifeStruggles
128 reads
2 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 11:26am
19th Nov 2024 11:26am
Yet Another Innocent Victim Of Snuff Film Makers
Mom is sad over her
little dandelion being
dead. Her daughter
was last seen posing
naked in a movie before
getting stabbed six times.
little dandelion being
dead. Her daughter
was last seen posing
naked in a movie before
getting stabbed six times.
#death
#dialogue
#fiction
#FreeVerse
#sex
123 reads
0 Comments
da_poetic-edifier
Damon
Damon
Bumped 19th Nov 2024 3:32am
26th Oct 2024 7:52am
26th Oct 2024 7:52am
Promiscuous Guns
Fragility takes the virginity of an unfired gun
Mental instability has eclipsed many of Suns
Rum-pu-pum-pum is the sound of the beating drumroll
An audible exclamation of the lives being stole
This cold world's becoming more frigid everyday
Artic temps continue to dip and never seem to sway
Press play and they'll convey the way to genocide
Games the same but they changed how it is supplied
Sides are being redlined by trails of tears and blood
Parted like the Red Sea during this modern era flood
HUD unable to aid the array...
Mental instability has eclipsed many of Suns
Rum-pu-pum-pum is the sound of the beating drumroll
An audible exclamation of the lives being stole
This cold world's becoming more frigid everyday
Artic temps continue to dip and never seem to sway
Press play and they'll convey the way to genocide
Games the same but they changed how it is supplied
Sides are being redlined by trails of tears and blood
Parted like the Red Sea during this modern era flood
HUD unable to aid the array...
#death
#GunControl
#MentalHealth
129 reads
3 Comments
RCRayJr
Robert Ray
Robert Ray
Poem Published
18th Nov 2024 9:10pm
18th Nov 2024 9:10pm
Song of the Gypsy (I am Evil)
Song Of The Gypsy
By Robert C. Ray Jr.
1)I feel her blood squirting between my teeth. Bones splintering. The taste of her life force and sound of her screams were intoxicating. As I sucked she fell limp. Her trachea? Collapsed, and the arousal became so pleasing, so utterly thrilling that I almost choked. I became supercharged with an undeniable energy. The taste, the screams, what does all of this mean? I only lurk in the moonlight. The song of the Gypsy echoes mysteriously in my dreams. I disappeared into the shadows as her soul left her lifeless body. I am evil.
...
By Robert C. Ray Jr.
1)I feel her blood squirting between my teeth. Bones splintering. The taste of her life force and sound of her screams were intoxicating. As I sucked she fell limp. Her trachea? Collapsed, and the arousal became so pleasing, so utterly thrilling that I almost choked. I became supercharged with an undeniable energy. The taste, the screams, what does all of this mean? I only lurk in the moonlight. The song of the Gypsy echoes mysteriously in my dreams. I disappeared into the shadows as her soul left her lifeless body. I am evil.
...
#dark
#death
#evil #shadows
#evil #shadows
131 reads
4 Comments
Kendall_Cliche4
Poem Published
18th Nov 2024 7:39pm
18th Nov 2024 7:39pm
To Hate Mosquitoes
Latch, poison, take, leave,
Unnoticed,
Latch, poison, take, leave,
Unnoticed,
Latch, poison, noticed, run
die.
So soon?
Too late.
Can I sympathize?
What about the golden gates?
No.
Not for you.
Killer, dead.
But I didn't kill anyone?
But you did.
No? That's my nature.
And you're hated.
And you're ugly.
So, no, burn.
Oh? Ok.
Stop!
What?
NO. NO. NO.
No? No? No?
Yes. silent.
Unnoticed,
Latch, poison, take, leave,
Unnoticed,
Latch, poison, noticed, run
die.
So soon?
Too late.
Can I sympathize?
What about the golden gates?
No.
Not for you.
Killer, dead.
But I didn't kill anyone?
But you did.
No? That's my nature.
And you're hated.
And you're ugly.
So, no, burn.
Oh? Ok.
Stop!
What?
NO. NO. NO.
No? No? No?
Yes. silent.
#anger
#death
#hate
#LifeStruggles
#nature
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missjem56
Poem Published
18th Nov 2024 4:52pm
18th Nov 2024 4:52pm
A Proxy For The Poxy Poxes
Make love
not war
Choices
Of the
pox
Or
a nuclear
black box
One is curable
with meds
The other
results
in multiple deads
by Jemia
not war
Choices
Of the
pox
Or
a nuclear
black box
One is curable
with meds
The other
results
in multiple deads
by Jemia
#death
#illness
#sex #war
#sex #war
91 reads
0 Comments
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
18th Nov 2024 2:03pm
18th Nov 2024 2:03pm
Moment of Bliss
Lost in pleasure’s embrace, we’re echoes of ancestors,
a temporary joining of parts as given by creation.
For this moment filled with bliss.
We dance in steps as old as time,
a cycle of the life that blooms, then fades away.
The earth that sustains us will hold our memory,
but we will die as naturally as day changes to night.
So let us love with all we have before passing this torch
to those who'll love in after us. Such joy comes with
this offering to your womb but even these moments
are only flames...
a temporary joining of parts as given by creation.
For this moment filled with bliss.
We dance in steps as old as time,
a cycle of the life that blooms, then fades away.
The earth that sustains us will hold our memory,
but we will die as naturally as day changes to night.
So let us love with all we have before passing this torch
to those who'll love in after us. Such joy comes with
this offering to your womb but even these moments
are only flames...
#death
#love
#sex
165 reads
2 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems about Death
