TimWombles
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2022 11:54pm
23rd Jan 2022 11:54pm
When I Die
When I'm free from this earthly plane
I wanna feel fresh like a summer rain
I wanna be everywhere, see everything you do
I wanna be that force that gets you through
I wanna be that someone you think about
That drives you forward in times of doubt
That propels you further than you thought you could
That gets you to do things you never would
::Chorus::
When I die
I don't want you to mourn and cry
I don't want to see a tear drop in your eye
I want you to remember me and smile
After all, I'll be with you all the while ...
I wanna feel fresh like a summer rain
I wanna be everywhere, see everything you do
I wanna be that force that gets you through
I wanna be that someone you think about
That drives you forward in times of doubt
That propels you further than you thought you could
That gets you to do things you never would
::Chorus::
When I die
I don't want you to mourn and cry
I don't want to see a tear drop in your eye
I want you to remember me and smile
After all, I'll be with you all the while ...
#grief
#death
749 reads
8 Comments
TimWombles
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2022 11:54pm
23rd Jan 2022 11:54pm
When I Die
When I'm free from this earthly plane
I wanna feel fresh like a summer rain
I wanna be everywhere, see everything you do
I wanna be that force that gets you through
I wanna be that someone you think about
That drives you forward in times of doubt
That propels you further than you thought you could
That gets you to do things you never would
::Chorus::
When I die
I don't want you to mourn and cry
I don't want to see a tear drop in your eye
I want you to remember me and smile
After all, I'll be with you all the while ...
I wanna feel fresh like a summer rain
I wanna be everywhere, see everything you do
I wanna be that force that gets you through
I wanna be that someone you think about
That drives you forward in times of doubt
That propels you further than you thought you could
That gets you to do things you never would
::Chorus::
When I die
I don't want you to mourn and cry
I don't want to see a tear drop in your eye
I want you to remember me and smile
After all, I'll be with you all the while ...
#grief
#death
749 reads
8 Comments
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
173 reads
6 Comments
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
173 reads
6 Comments
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
173 reads
6 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
23rd Mar 2023 4:22pm
23rd Mar 2023 4:22pm
Tapestry of Blood
Warm comfort
Vampire needs
Victim
or
Sacrifice
Art call
Your dark hour
Vampire delight
Sleeping damsel
Distress a bite away
Patchwork
Quilted urgency
Laid to rest
Vampire needs
Victim
or
Sacrifice
Art call
Your dark hour
Vampire delight
Sleeping damsel
Distress a bite away
Patchwork
Quilted urgency
Laid to rest
#lust
#dark
#death
#vampires
#memorial
355 reads
24 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
23rd Mar 2023 4:22pm
23rd Mar 2023 4:22pm
Tapestry of Blood
Warm comfort
Vampire needs
Victim
or
Sacrifice
Art call
Your dark hour
Vampire delight
Sleeping damsel
Distress a bite away
Patchwork
Quilted urgency
Laid to rest
Vampire needs
Victim
or
Sacrifice
Art call
Your dark hour
Vampire delight
Sleeping damsel
Distress a bite away
Patchwork
Quilted urgency
Laid to rest
#lust
#dark
#death
#vampires
#memorial
355 reads
24 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
23rd Mar 2023 4:22pm
23rd Mar 2023 4:22pm
Tapestry of Blood
Warm comfort
Vampire needs
Victim
or
Sacrifice
Art call
Your dark hour
Vampire delight
Sleeping damsel
Distress a bite away
Patchwork
Quilted urgency
Laid to rest
Vampire needs
Victim
or
Sacrifice
Art call
Your dark hour
Vampire delight
Sleeping damsel
Distress a bite away
Patchwork
Quilted urgency
Laid to rest
#lust
#dark
#death
#vampires
#memorial
355 reads
24 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
23rd Mar 2023 4:22pm
23rd Mar 2023 4:22pm
Tapestry of Blood
Warm comfort
Vampire needs
Victim
or
Sacrifice
Art call
Your dark hour
Vampire delight
Sleeping damsel
Distress a bite away
Patchwork
Quilted urgency
Laid to rest
Vampire needs
Victim
or
Sacrifice
Art call
Your dark hour
Vampire delight
Sleeping damsel
Distress a bite away
Patchwork
Quilted urgency
Laid to rest
#lust
#dark
#death
#vampires
#memorial
355 reads
24 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
23rd Mar 2023 4:22pm
23rd Mar 2023 4:22pm
Tapestry of Blood
Warm comfort
Vampire needs
Victim
or
Sacrifice
Art call
Your dark hour
Vampire delight
Sleeping damsel
Distress a bite away
Patchwork
Quilted urgency
Laid to rest
Vampire needs
Victim
or
Sacrifice
Art call
Your dark hour
Vampire delight
Sleeping damsel
Distress a bite away
Patchwork
Quilted urgency
Laid to rest
#lust
#dark
#death
#vampires
#memorial
355 reads
24 Comments
sgtvasquezg
G. Vasquez
G. Vasquez
Poem Published
20th Aug 2016 7:16pm
20th Aug 2016 7:16pm
No Title
We may not be brothers, but there we were, fighting side by side, in a never ending war.
The blood we shed, and the tears that fall, will not bring back those missing from the roster when called.
Time will tell, the stories of Heros who stood so tall.
But only you and I will know, how it is to be in a chaotic free fall.
I still feel the hurt when I heard you scream in pain.
How time stood still as bullets whistled our names.
An orchestrated symphony is how I choose to remember those days.
Like Beethoven Overture, except bloody and stained.
The blood we shed, and the tears that fall, will not bring back those missing from the roster when called.
Time will tell, the stories of Heros who stood so tall.
But only you and I will know, how it is to be in a chaotic free fall.
I still feel the hurt when I heard you scream in pain.
How time stood still as bullets whistled our names.
An orchestrated symphony is how I choose to remember those days.
Like Beethoven Overture, except bloody and stained.
#death
#memories
#military
#soldiers
#war
609 reads
1 Comment
sgtvasquezg
G. Vasquez
G. Vasquez
Poem Published
20th Aug 2016 7:16pm
20th Aug 2016 7:16pm
No Title
We may not be brothers, but there we were, fighting side by side, in a never ending war.
The blood we shed, and the tears that fall, will not bring back those missing from the roster when called.
Time will tell, the stories of Heros who stood so tall.
But only you and I will know, how it is to be in a chaotic free fall.
I still feel the hurt when I heard you scream in pain.
How time stood still as bullets whistled our names.
An orchestrated symphony is how I choose to remember those days.
Like Beethoven Overture, except bloody and stained.
The blood we shed, and the tears that fall, will not bring back those missing from the roster when called.
Time will tell, the stories of Heros who stood so tall.
But only you and I will know, how it is to be in a chaotic free fall.
I still feel the hurt when I heard you scream in pain.
How time stood still as bullets whistled our names.
An orchestrated symphony is how I choose to remember those days.
Like Beethoven Overture, except bloody and stained.
#death
#memories
#military
#soldiers
#war
609 reads
1 Comment
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