QuietusQuill
Poem Published
18th Aug 2019 6:07pm
18th Aug 2019 6:07pm
And into the rising chants, I chew down the dream of you
Retentive visions
surreptitiously
seep between
increments of sleep,
swaddled around
oxidized reveries
mousetrapped as a
wasted twinkle
recogiendo pensamientos silenciosos
de su guerra de libre albedrío
as a clarín greenlights
danse macabre
sepulchred beneath
for exed epoch.
Cogitationes are carried
in coronach selah's
triggering the strangers
of your vita to mourn
vexation,contumelies,
and banemalenty
hangs thick in the air
like a degradative smog ...
surreptitiously
seep between
increments of sleep,
swaddled around
oxidized reveries
mousetrapped as a
wasted twinkle
recogiendo pensamientos silenciosos
de su guerra de libre albedrío
as a clarín greenlights
danse macabre
sepulchred beneath
for exed epoch.
Cogitationes are carried
in coronach selah's
triggering the strangers
of your vita to mourn
vexation,contumelies,
and banemalenty
hangs thick in the air
like a degradative smog ...
#grief
#death
#memorial
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dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
12th Aug 2019 3:24pm
12th Aug 2019 3:24pm
All-American Bar-B-Que
August
1
9
4
5.
Seems our world turn'd, (irrevocably),
(having 'conquered' the Atom),
to-ward good'ol' Doomsday.
August 1945 ---- Hiroshima, Nagasaki.
(What more can one say?)
Here dedicated to all the Japanese innocents...especially children,
incinerated by atomic, hydrogenic, & generalized nuclear
"energy" unleashed by USA.........
(And also the Napalm fire-storming of Japanese and other Asiatics
from 1941 -...
1
9
4
5.
Seems our world turn'd, (irrevocably),
(having 'conquered' the Atom),
to-ward good'ol' Doomsday.
August 1945 ---- Hiroshima, Nagasaki.
(What more can one say?)
Here dedicated to all the Japanese innocents...especially children,
incinerated by atomic, hydrogenic, & generalized nuclear
"energy" unleashed by USA.........
(And also the Napalm fire-storming of Japanese and other Asiatics
from 1941 -...
#dark
#war
#death
#evil
#memorial
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slipalong
Poem Published
11th Aug 2019 12:48pm
11th Aug 2019 12:48pm
End stops #Anne Sexton
How clean the fresh dug grave
Empty footprints stamped from lifes arrears
The tired franked stamps, torn out to save
Wheelbarrow's punctured wheel collapsed
Weeds that choke untended crops
Shining bronze of desolation
Type prints shouting with your fixations
A metronome of incarceration
Times the hammer on the final nail
Scattered ashes of dried hormones
Jigsaw scrabble that's your subliminal headphones
Black carrion crows to peck at your minds eye
The strewn of all the dreams price tags
Comes exhaustion,...
Empty footprints stamped from lifes arrears
The tired franked stamps, torn out to save
Wheelbarrow's punctured wheel collapsed
Weeds that choke untended crops
Shining bronze of desolation
Type prints shouting with your fixations
A metronome of incarceration
Times the hammer on the final nail
Scattered ashes of dried hormones
Jigsaw scrabble that's your subliminal headphones
Black carrion crows to peck at your minds eye
The strewn of all the dreams price tags
Comes exhaustion,...
#death
#memorial
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dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
2nd Aug 2019 5:41pm
2nd Aug 2019 5:41pm
Sober, as per "so what" now?
For LEAH...gone 13 months now.
From this point forward, there are no indicators of a
need to speak Truth within these plasterboard
walls, here in the Cathedral of Great Mourning.
Your leaving life behind has left such a mighty
aperture in "my soul", so as to make one question
the existence of such (said soul) this terrible place of wanting.
I am so full of sorrow as to what made you take to alcohol
the way you did, while I sat in this, my stupid place,
having been a fckn drunk, (sober as you came by),
unable to touch that this...
From this point forward, there are no indicators of a
need to speak Truth within these plasterboard
walls, here in the Cathedral of Great Mourning.
Your leaving life behind has left such a mighty
aperture in "my soul", so as to make one question
the existence of such (said soul) this terrible place of wanting.
I am so full of sorrow as to what made you take to alcohol
the way you did, while I sat in this, my stupid place,
having been a fckn drunk, (sober as you came by),
unable to touch that this...
#sadness
#depression
#grief
#death
#memorial
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Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
28th Jul 2019 3:53pm
28th Jul 2019 3:53pm
Lost Men
( a double Quatern )
For some to whom the years have not been kind,
And beaten into treads of alley cracks.
Where poison oleander of the mind,
Grows pink and scarlet all along the tracks.
Is omnipresent, making all else dim,
For some to whom the years have not been kind.
The remnants of a battle, none to slim,
To oust the honored few we leave behind.
The marches in the blinding rain confined,
The ossify of driftwood’s living dead.
For some to whom the years have not been kind,
In olive camaflage of jungle red....
For some to whom the years have not been kind,
And beaten into treads of alley cracks.
Where poison oleander of the mind,
Grows pink and scarlet all along the tracks.
Is omnipresent, making all else dim,
For some to whom the years have not been kind.
The remnants of a battle, none to slim,
To oust the honored few we leave behind.
The marches in the blinding rain confined,
The ossify of driftwood’s living dead.
For some to whom the years have not been kind,
In olive camaflage of jungle red....
#soldiers
#war
#death
#shame
#memorial
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6 Comments
again
Poem Published
11th Jul 2019 3:46am
11th Jul 2019 3:46am
SOFT POEM
#memorial
#WritingPoetry
#LifeCycle
49 reads
3 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
9th Jul 2019 4:41am
9th Jul 2019 4:41am
Illusion Of Freedom
Lady Liberty fleeces the daylight,
her soft, red petals of promise
flowing in the milky dawn.
She is soft against the hardness
of metal on bone
as the chosen ones march
for her on tree-lined streets
in the unbruised soul of America.
Writhing in untold stories
the unknown soldier waits
marching to the bands' drum
where he was found at last.
When will he be found;
when the flag frays in
the winds of tomorrow.
He sleeps, unwoken to a child's eyes,...
her soft, red petals of promise
flowing in the milky dawn.
She is soft against the hardness
of metal on bone
as the chosen ones march
for her on tree-lined streets
in the unbruised soul of America.
Writhing in untold stories
the unknown soldier waits
marching to the bands' drum
where he was found at last.
When will he be found;
when the flag frays in
the winds of tomorrow.
He sleeps, unwoken to a child's eyes,...
#soldiers
#war
#America
#memorial
#freedom
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4 Comments
delanee
Poem Published
13th Jun 2019 8:49am
13th Jun 2019 8:49am
June 13, 2019 : I Still Miss You
nine years of grieving
have not made me stop talking
to the memory of you that lingers
today I will write a letter instead
thank you, opa
for if it wasn't for you
with your loving support
and scolding me when I needed it
I would have never known
what a father is supposed to do
a bitter aftertaste lingers
I did not just lose my grandfather
but my true father figure
my confidant
my partner in innocent crime
the man I will forever compare every
potential partner to
experience has taught me ...
have not made me stop talking
to the memory of you that lingers
today I will write a letter instead
thank you, opa
for if it wasn't for you
with your loving support
and scolding me when I needed it
I would have never known
what a father is supposed to do
a bitter aftertaste lingers
I did not just lose my grandfather
but my true father figure
my confidant
my partner in innocent crime
the man I will forever compare every
potential partner to
experience has taught me ...
#grief
#father
#family
#death
#memorial
136 reads
13 Comments
Countrygirl96
Poem Published
10th Jun 2019 2:01am
10th Jun 2019 2:01am
Today The Angels Cried
#grief
#death
#spiritual #memorial
#spiritual #memorial
71 reads
2 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
31st May 2019 3:59am
31st May 2019 3:59am
Euphoria
Euphoria filled the balloon
That floated above Forest Lawn.
Appeared bright red like a cartoon;
O, where had the other ones gone?
There never were any in red.
Euphoria filled the balloon,
It waved to the graves of the dead
On such a fair day before June.
A growing breeze, and very soon,
From the chapel the people came.
Euphoria filled the balloon,
It wondered if they felt the same.
They all gathered in the fresh air
With children in ribbons’ festoon,
And waving with wind in their hair. ...
That floated above Forest Lawn.
Appeared bright red like a cartoon;
O, where had the other ones gone?
There never were any in red.
Euphoria filled the balloon,
It waved to the graves of the dead
On such a fair day before June.
A growing breeze, and very soon,
From the chapel the people came.
Euphoria filled the balloon,
It wondered if they felt the same.
They all gathered in the fresh air
With children in ribbons’ festoon,
And waving with wind in their hair. ...
#love
#children
#death
#uplifting
#memorial
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15 Comments
delanee
Poem Published
30th May 2019 11:10am
30th May 2019 11:10am
Missing You in the First Degree
the memories of you
still remain so fresh
and yet
the first thing
that escaped my mind
was the sound of your voice
and the pain was deafening
still remain so fresh
and yet
the first thing
that escaped my mind
was the sound of your voice
and the pain was deafening
#love
#grief
#family
#memorial
#IMissYou
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5 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
28th May 2019 2:55am
28th May 2019 2:55am
Little White Crosses
Little white crosses all in a row,
how do you brave the rain?
In memories, do you speak
in the minds of your children,
do you retrace your hopes
in pointing towards the sky
with feet forever grounded?
Does your perfection upset you,
your conformity of geometry,
do you miss the peril of being flawed
and in reception of uncontrollable things
sloshing you about,
washing you ashore,
bleeding you dry?
Are you made of bones which remain,
calcified and indestructible,
is it your testimony to endure this way, ...
how do you brave the rain?
In memories, do you speak
in the minds of your children,
do you retrace your hopes
in pointing towards the sky
with feet forever grounded?
Does your perfection upset you,
your conformity of geometry,
do you miss the peril of being flawed
and in reception of uncontrollable things
sloshing you about,
washing you ashore,
bleeding you dry?
Are you made of bones which remain,
calcified and indestructible,
is it your testimony to endure this way, ...
#soldiers
#war
#death
#beach
#memorial
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6 Comments
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