cabcool
Poem Published
17th Mar 2019 10:47pm
17th Mar 2019 10:47pm
papa
(March 1908-2007 March)
silent, soft, and still
smile nor scowl upon his face
lay my hero—dead
© cab 2019 March 17♫
silent, soft, and still
smile nor scowl upon his face
lay my hero—dead
© cab 2019 March 17♫
#grief
#father
#haiku #memorial
#haiku #memorial
23 reads
4 Comments
Naajir
Poem Published
13th Mar 2019 7:43am
13th Mar 2019 7:43am
Deathly Testimonies
thespians of death
act: infinitude
another journal entry awaits
this fated journey
this diaspora of the soul..
scythe slashes umbilical chords
yet spiritual accords
remain intact..
respectful tact is
what it takes to re-enact
the moment of loss
engaging cozmik forensics
highlighting holographic fingerprints
emancipating movements from
the matrix's cycle
of a patented psychosis
fluxed between...
act: infinitude
another journal entry awaits
this fated journey
this diaspora of the soul..
scythe slashes umbilical chords
yet spiritual accords
remain intact..
respectful tact is
what it takes to re-enact
the moment of loss
engaging cozmik forensics
highlighting holographic fingerprints
emancipating movements from
the matrix's cycle
of a patented psychosis
fluxed between...
#death
#rebirth
#homelessness #memorial
#homelessness #memorial
98 reads
Juvenalis66
Poem Published
10th Mar 2019 9:45pm
10th Mar 2019 9:45pm
Memories
We breathe one breath,
one sky, one earth.
We laugh, we cry,
we bleed, we hurt.
But no matter what,
where or when,
when we end
we will not share
anything, if not
the memories we love,
if we cherish them.
one sky, one earth.
We laugh, we cry,
we bleed, we hurt.
But no matter what,
where or when,
when we end
we will not share
anything, if not
the memories we love,
if we cherish them.
#love
#night
#memories #memorial
#memories #memorial
73 reads
14 Comments
UbiquitousVoid
Poem Published
28th Feb 2019 11:23pm
28th Feb 2019 11:23pm
EPITAPH II
There's nothing of value here
Ashes in a cup, apricot and almond
What detours passed me by
On this tangent through what I'll become?
There's a stream of light that's fading
As I fall deeper down the in-between
I can't deny as all hands extend
But they can't touch beyond their means
And you gaze at me through smoke
I wonder if you'll know just where I am
Before we get there
We spoke of happiness and pain
Just like we were young and naive
And the fear and doubt that passion brings
When...
Ashes in a cup, apricot and almond
What detours passed me by
On this tangent through what I'll become?
There's a stream of light that's fading
As I fall deeper down the in-between
I can't deny as all hands extend
But they can't touch beyond their means
And you gaze at me through smoke
I wonder if you'll know just where I am
Before we get there
We spoke of happiness and pain
Just like we were young and naive
And the fear and doubt that passion brings
When...
#grief
#death
#memorial
39 reads
0 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
24th Feb 2019 2:57pm
24th Feb 2019 2:57pm
Silence
#grief
#heartbroken
#memorial #despair
#memorial #despair
89 reads
5 Comments
TheMuses22
Muse22
Muse22
Poem Published
20th Jan 2019 11:32pm
20th Jan 2019 11:32pm
The Stuff of a Faulkner Novel
The children were given guns —
pellet guns to kill
rats in the house;
fifteen year-old candy
in fifty year-old fridge
moth-eaten clothes
mildewed pages of...
pellet guns to kill
rats in the house;
fifteen year-old candy
in fifty year-old fridge
moth-eaten clothes
mildewed pages of...
#family
#memories
#memorial
103 reads
10 Comments
Nari
Spellbound
Spellbound
Poem Published
12th Dec 2018 10:06pm
12th Dec 2018 10:06pm
Catacombs
(Somebody’s going to think we’re a functional schizophrenic in a minute listing to John Gibbs & U.S. Steel Orchestra - Trinidad typing this up but uh)
I saw myself
Upon
Returning
From the
Catacombs of
Risque;
Network
In tunnels
Unifying
Stones
Of me
To
Eradicate
The
Burroughs
Overrun by
Cemeteries
And their
Walls
Collapsing
Amidst
Wagons
Ready
For the
Night
Succession;
Transporting-
My
Everything
To a now ...
I saw myself
Upon
Returning
From the
Catacombs of
Risque;
Network
In tunnels
Unifying
Stones
Of me
To
Eradicate
The
Burroughs
Overrun by
Cemeteries
And their
Walls
Collapsing
Amidst
Wagons
Ready
For the
Night
Succession;
Transporting-
My
Everything
To a now ...
#women
#gay
#power
#politics
#memorial
75 reads
Catman555
Poem Published
8th Dec 2018 9:49pm
8th Dec 2018 9:49pm
Inspirational Wave
An unusual sound
Had developed
Others have found
An inspiration
The scene of youths
Of a declining city
The scene moves
And expands
The rebellious
The religious
The political
The critical
The revolutionary wave
Took over the sound
No longer felt like a slave
To radios or TV screens
Had developed
Others have found
An inspiration
The scene of youths
Of a declining city
The scene moves
And expands
The rebellious
The religious
The political
The critical
The revolutionary wave
Took over the sound
No longer felt like a slave
To radios or TV screens
#memorial
45 reads
2 Comments
Juvenalis66
Poem Published
20th Nov 2018 11:52pm
20th Nov 2018 11:52pm
If I may
If I can't see you,
may I imagine you?
If I can't hear you,
may I dream
about your voice?
Can I be fond of
a dream?
Can I fall in love
with my imagination?
If life is for me a burden,
can you forse me to live?
If I cry, or fall, or suffer,
will you feel my pain?
As I can't give you my sorrow,
you can't give me your choice,
as my only freedom is in my will.
Stand by me, if I feel grief.
Hold my hand, if I am afraid.
Hug me, if I cry and scream.
If I choose the extreme sacrifice, ...
may I imagine you?
If I can't hear you,
may I dream
about your voice?
Can I be fond of
a dream?
Can I fall in love
with my imagination?
If life is for me a burden,
can you forse me to live?
If I cry, or fall, or suffer,
will you feel my pain?
As I can't give you my sorrow,
you can't give me your choice,
as my only freedom is in my will.
Stand by me, if I feel grief.
Hold my hand, if I am afraid.
Hug me, if I cry and scream.
If I choose the extreme sacrifice, ...
#dark
#death
#memorial
#emotional
#morality
120 reads
13 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
20th Nov 2018 2:03am
20th Nov 2018 2:03am
Cemetary Walk In November
This is what it is to be complete,
it is horrible.’
-Sylvia Plath
Kicking through leaves
the whitened stones unannounce themselves
to rushing air, quiet, unreckoned,
pandering to a deceased moment
which endlessly repeats its
howling, repentant song.
I am never coming back, it says,
who would, not here, not ever.
Underfoot I notice trampled clothes
and a belt, an opened packet of something,
a whiskey bottle freezes gradually to
the patchy ground.
How unholy, lifes...
it is horrible.’
-Sylvia Plath
Kicking through leaves
the whitened stones unannounce themselves
to rushing air, quiet, unreckoned,
pandering to a deceased moment
which endlessly repeats its
howling, repentant song.
I am never coming back, it says,
who would, not here, not ever.
Underfoot I notice trampled clothes
and a belt, an opened packet of something,
a whiskey bottle freezes gradually to
the patchy ground.
How unholy, lifes...
#fall
#SylviaPlath
#memorial #graveyard
#memorial #graveyard
159 reads
11 Comments
Nari
Spellbound
Spellbound
Poem Published
19th Nov 2018 10:25pm
19th Nov 2018 10:25pm
+Art-Naked to the World
And Who
Shall I
Become
For
You
Tonight?
Court jester,
Magistrate,
The brother
Of Lord
(Byron-I don’t know who)
On the battlefield
Of parody
Being
Erected
Across
The board
Of my tomb
Right now;
Even as we speak.
(And who were you the last time I saw you?)
#harlot I...
Shall I
Become
For
You
Tonight?
Court jester,
Magistrate,
The brother
Of Lord
(Byron-I don’t know who)
On the battlefield
Of parody
Being
Erected
Across
The board
Of my tomb
Right now;
Even as we speak.
(And who were you the last time I saw you?)
#harlot I...
#women
#gay
#identity
#BDSM
#memorial
145 reads
Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
12th Nov 2018 9:54pm
12th Nov 2018 9:54pm
WHAT'S LEFT BEHIND
Stan at the station waits.
An indelible legacy remains.
Many millions mourn.
Remembered in print,
splashed on the silver screen.
A force for good to Valhalla flies.
What of Cousin Joey?
On a bench nearby.
Not yet fifty years achieved.
This morn Into pick up truck climbed.
Through eternal portal passed.
More finite the group
of loved ones to mourn.
Yet equally bereft.
Whose legacy be remembered most?
Whose ripple extends as far?
In someone’s eyes both super heroes.
Remembered for good deeds. ...
An indelible legacy remains.
Many millions mourn.
Remembered in print,
splashed on the silver screen.
A force for good to Valhalla flies.
What of Cousin Joey?
On a bench nearby.
Not yet fifty years achieved.
This morn Into pick up truck climbed.
Through eternal portal passed.
More finite the group
of loved ones to mourn.
Yet equally bereft.
Whose legacy be remembered most?
Whose ripple extends as far?
In someone’s eyes both super heroes.
Remembered for good deeds. ...
#grief
#death
#memories
#memorial
#LifeCycle
121 reads
8 Comments
DU Poetry : Memorial Poems
