Phantom2426
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2020 9:55pm
23rd Oct 2020 9:55pm
Love Me To Death
He went out on top of
his his wife doing some naughty
freaky things to her
He was get his groove on
When his heart gave out
because all that
damn passion he
couldn't handle it
Not a bad way to go
Making sweet sweet
love to your hot wife
So this goes out to you
James McConaughey
Matthew McConaughey's
Father Hope you
are enjoying the
Heavens up above
his his wife doing some naughty
freaky things to her
He was get his groove on
When his heart gave out
because all that
damn passion he
couldn't handle it
Not a bad way to go
Making sweet sweet
love to your hot wife
So this goes out to you
James McConaughey
Matthew McConaughey's
Father Hope you
are enjoying the
Heavens up above
#women
#men
#sex
#death
#respect
459 reads
5 Comments
Connotation
Poem Published
9th Oct 2024 6:57am
9th Oct 2024 6:57am
Absinthe Minded
Froward deity
Spinning intoxication
Through candied visions
Spinning intoxication
Through candied visions
#addiction
#alcohol
#death
#temptation
#senryu
134 reads
2 Comments
nutbuster
D C
D C
Poem Published
29th Sep 2019 00:08am
29th Sep 2019 00:08am
Thinking of you ( in dedication to all that have lost a loved one)
#death
#FeelingLost
601 reads
4 Comments
Timagination2
Poem Published
27th Jun 2024 10:37pm
27th Jun 2024 10:37pm
Playing in the Band
Mike played guitar,
Pete played bass,
and I played drums.
When we started out,
they were sixteen;
I was fifteen.
They were dedicated
and impressive.
We had our first beers
at seventeen.
But at nineteen,
the drugs started.
Their behavior
changed.
(I thought for the better.)
The shows amped up;
we were kicking ass.
Mike started drinking heavily,
daily.
Over time,
focus left them
like a girlfriend who ran
off with someone else.
Coke...
Pete played bass,
and I played drums.
When we started out,
they were sixteen;
I was fifteen.
They were dedicated
and impressive.
We had our first beers
at seventeen.
But at nineteen,
the drugs started.
Their behavior
changed.
(I thought for the better.)
The shows amped up;
we were kicking ass.
Mike started drinking heavily,
daily.
Over time,
focus left them
like a girlfriend who ran
off with someone else.
Coke...
#addiction
#death
#friendship #music
#friendship #music
98 reads
8 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
10th Oct 2024 1:41pm
10th Oct 2024 1:41pm
sixteenth arcane
In the field of black sunflowers
the night hides.
There's a party around the bonfire
where the mystery reveals itself.
Headless rabbits dance, shadows move.
The half-breed incarnation of maleficence, with shining eyes,
walks through the flames.
Around the bonfire the night unfolds
a theater of shadows.
A newborn being drinks the tears of the red moonlight.
the night hides.
There's a party around the bonfire
where the mystery reveals itself.
Headless rabbits dance, shadows move.
The half-breed incarnation of maleficence, with shining eyes,
walks through the flames.
Around the bonfire the night unfolds
a theater of shadows.
A newborn being drinks the tears of the red moonlight.
#dark
#death
#ghosts
#graveyard
#moon
68 reads
2 Comments
Adelphina
Poem Published
16th Oct 2024 1:38am
16th Oct 2024 1:38am
Mummified
He wrote for 70 days
before he got started
a single love note
within each single strip
Obsessed with the process
inoculation for preservation
of my hollowed body
with white linen
My tortured love
gently handles me
with black gloves
and quiet care
His mummified bride
leaving my heart inside
because it's aorta pipes once
played music to the tone of an organ
So wherever I go
I'll be a big fabric star
spilling into the afterlife
with trails of cloth for him to...
before he got started
a single love note
within each single strip
Obsessed with the process
inoculation for preservation
of my hollowed body
with white linen
My tortured love
gently handles me
with black gloves
and quiet care
His mummified bride
leaving my heart inside
because it's aorta pipes once
played music to the tone of an organ
So wherever I go
I'll be a big fabric star
spilling into the afterlife
with trails of cloth for him to...
#death
#love
305 reads
27 Comments
dimpy
dimpsmoon
dimpsmoon
Poem Published
11th Oct 2024 8:22am
11th Oct 2024 8:22am
Ratan TaTa : an inspiring journey
full stop at the end of the sentence
sleep comes at the end of the day
the curtain falls as soon as the play ends
similarly, death comes at the end of life
and that night, the shadow of that tree sank
an ocean became lonely in Mumbai
and its shore got lost somewhere
time ended like water
the sun disappeared into the cloudless sky
the birds did not sing
the flowing wind and the flowers became sad
the eyes of the country turned into emptiness
when the...
sleep comes at the end of the day
the curtain falls as soon as the play ends
similarly, death comes at the end of life
and that night, the shadow of that tree sank
an ocean became lonely in Mumbai
and its shore got lost somewhere
time ended like water
the sun disappeared into the cloudless sky
the birds did not sing
the flowing wind and the flowers became sad
the eyes of the country turned into emptiness
when the...
#death
#inspirational
#motivational #respect
#motivational #respect
274 reads
16 Comments
Everavalon
Poem Published
5th Oct 2024 12:52pm
5th Oct 2024 12:52pm
The urn
Seven minutes remain of this simulation
where I have laid, restless to study this morning
my hands in the sodden sweetgrass where my skin was moistened
by death. It was the bloom that said don’t go back there, to the darkness within the shroud. The light at dawn wants to listen
to gunshot flair in the morning breeze. This day, you were framed in rage. Teeth gnashed and full throttle.
This day, I was the white heat of guilt, hands cramped
and muddied by the silt of forever. I was blended—
my emotion raw on my voice box, screaming “Why...
where I have laid, restless to study this morning
my hands in the sodden sweetgrass where my skin was moistened
by death. It was the bloom that said don’t go back there, to the darkness within the shroud. The light at dawn wants to listen
to gunshot flair in the morning breeze. This day, you were framed in rage. Teeth gnashed and full throttle.
This day, I was the white heat of guilt, hands cramped
and muddied by the silt of forever. I was blended—
my emotion raw on my voice box, screaming “Why...
#death
#murder
88 reads
2 Comments
Naajir
Poem Published
18th May 2024 7:29am
18th May 2024 7:29am
Tales Of An Adlibbed Mind
the poem unwritten
kinda reads like an epitaph
graphic images of death...tomb-stoned calligraphy
lace with the toxicity of lamentations
perhaps something of contempt...regret...revenge..
despair...disgust...disdain...distrust
hoping in vain to avenge something in past tense
poetically paid forward
scribbling incoherence in invisible ink
sinking in lyrical quicksand
smudging all of my fuckin grudges...unreconciled
knowing never to be made whole
i stab and stab and stab...taking jabs at the Aether...
kinda reads like an epitaph
graphic images of death...tomb-stoned calligraphy
lace with the toxicity of lamentations
perhaps something of contempt...regret...revenge..
despair...disgust...disdain...distrust
hoping in vain to avenge something in past tense
poetically paid forward
scribbling incoherence in invisible ink
sinking in lyrical quicksand
smudging all of my fuckin grudges...unreconciled
knowing never to be made whole
i stab and stab and stab...taking jabs at the Aether...
#dark
#LifeAsAWriter
#SelfWorth #death
#SelfWorth #death
242 reads
5 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
18th Aug 2024 5:38am
18th Aug 2024 5:38am
Final Viewing
Next, have a seat here on your casket and tell me how you're doing
Relax yourself with rigor mortis as I prepare you for the viewing
That ashen look will disappear with just a few tweaks
I may have to break your jawbone to help you speak
I'll use curling irons of hell's fire to revive your hair
I'll fill in the bald spots yes I can put hair back anywhere
Just watch as my nimble little fingers move along here and there
Watch as I add back your life's color as if out of thin air
I have rice flour to add color and replace flaking skin
A...
Relax yourself with rigor mortis as I prepare you for the viewing
That ashen look will disappear with just a few tweaks
I may have to break your jawbone to help you speak
I'll use curling irons of hell's fire to revive your hair
I'll fill in the bald spots yes I can put hair back anywhere
Just watch as my nimble little fingers move along here and there
Watch as I add back your life's color as if out of thin air
I have rice flour to add color and replace flaking skin
A...
#beauty
#dark
#death
266 reads
20 Comments
RyanBlackborough
Poem Published
9th Oct 2024 1:07pm
9th Oct 2024 1:07pm
Memory of death
Once sanctuary.
The uninviting undertones bellow in mourning.
A soured fate.
They say the deads sleep is endless, as my toll chimes, wakeless.
Still unsighted eyes.
With sickly bloodshot yolk, cresting as if to rise reborn.
Tarnishing sleek silvered rumination, in anniversary of the best forgotten.
Another empty plot fills a space better kept for the rigid, the disciplined.
Hands worn of time for nothing other than keeping bones wrapped.
In unbound duty, spreading dirt, not to cover but expose.
Treadless stepping...
The uninviting undertones bellow in mourning.
A soured fate.
They say the deads sleep is endless, as my toll chimes, wakeless.
Still unsighted eyes.
With sickly bloodshot yolk, cresting as if to rise reborn.
Tarnishing sleek silvered rumination, in anniversary of the best forgotten.
Another empty plot fills a space better kept for the rigid, the disciplined.
Hands worn of time for nothing other than keeping bones wrapped.
In unbound duty, spreading dirt, not to cover but expose.
Treadless stepping...
#death
#memories
#sadness
91 reads
6 Comments
Lilliputian
Poem Published
26th Oct 2024 9:03pm
26th Oct 2024 9:03pm
Soul Proposal
Echoes of stiletto heels within the ebony château,
My graphite garters donned
Under my ball gown,
Its shade derived from an onyx of ivory’s depths.
Descending stairs of life’s timer,
A slow tread towards my metal casket,
Adorned with cloisonné
Of my shadows’ prints.
My beloved Grim Reaper
Offering a dark trousseau,
As a bundle to propose
To my soul,
With a scythe to entrance my corpse.
Softly crooning and rocking me
To sleep in my condemned cradle.
My graphite garters donned
Under my ball gown,
Its shade derived from an onyx of ivory’s depths.
Descending stairs of life’s timer,
A slow tread towards my metal casket,
Adorned with cloisonné
Of my shadows’ prints.
My beloved Grim Reaper
Offering a dark trousseau,
As a bundle to propose
To my soul,
With a scythe to entrance my corpse.
Softly crooning and rocking me
To sleep in my condemned cradle.
#death
72 reads
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