badmalthus
Harry Rout
Harry Rout
Poem Published
Yesterday 00:30am
Yesterday 00:30am
Lawrence Ferlinghetti - Poet - (March 24, 1919 – February 22, 2021)
RIP Lawrence.
#memorial
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3 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
25th Feb 2021 7:01am
25th Feb 2021 7:01am
Diggy Diggy Dumplin's
This place, this earth, is quite a convenient
place to die, make dead, be dead, all the millions who wanna
fuckin folks who don't think like, don't look like, don't fart like they do,
and think they be deserving of death because said difference
of farticular, aromatics................yo dee doddle oh..........what the fuc1k is with
these folks.
I mean do they realize their assholic aromatics come from the
same deep, dark, nasty place that evey'one else's shitstink comes from.
Jesus f**k.....what the fuck is wrong wit people?...
place to die, make dead, be dead, all the millions who wanna
fuckin folks who don't think like, don't look like, don't fart like they do,
and think they be deserving of death because said difference
of farticular, aromatics................yo dee doddle oh..........what the fuc1k is with
these folks.
I mean do they realize their assholic aromatics come from the
same deep, dark, nasty place that evey'one else's shitstink comes from.
Jesus f**k.....what the fuck is wrong wit people?...
#dreams
#death
#sleep
#memorial
#nightmares
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3 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
24th Feb 2021 9:34am
24th Feb 2021 9:34am
The Dead Practice Death (better get The Hang of it ! )
Practice dead.
Go'head.
Ain't any life 'round here anyways.
Go'head.
Play dead.
Practice 'til ye get it down, fucker.
Y'know. Practice 'til perfect, and shit like that.
Death practice, hey kiddies, Practice !)
Practicing Dead
(Go'head.....
get outta The fckn Way,
damn'it.
Practically dead. And
Deadly practicle ! )
(O, deathly doodah day!)
The dead shall inherit Thee Earth.
(Man, that's a lotta dirt ! )
("40 acres and a mule", daddyo. Cain't kick'bout that ! ).
And wings....like...
Go'head.
Ain't any life 'round here anyways.
Go'head.
Play dead.
Practice 'til ye get it down, fucker.
Y'know. Practice 'til perfect, and shit like that.
Death practice, hey kiddies, Practice !)
Practicing Dead
(Go'head.....
get outta The fckn Way,
damn'it.
Practically dead. And
Deadly practicle ! )
(O, deathly doodah day!)
The dead shall inherit Thee Earth.
(Man, that's a lotta dirt ! )
("40 acres and a mule", daddyo. Cain't kick'bout that ! ).
And wings....like...
#grief
#death
#funny
#memorial
#IMissYou
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10 Comments
Ronethone
Kieron
Kieron
Poem Published
20th Feb 2021 2:46am
20th Feb 2021 2:46am
To A Dead Friend
Between the grievances of alcoholism and empty glasses, a descent proceeds the unforgiving sobriety where I despatch unpleasant flashbacks in writing sprees, filling the pages
like graves, with drunk jagged-edge spade marks.
In these places I try to survive.
An anger screams of a declared torture whilst fingers burn like magnesium strips until they curl up and crash, smothering the belittling memories of failure. The wind beneath my wings was from falling, not flying.
The carnivore turns to cannibalism.
Uncaged and ravenous, despair blunders...
like graves, with drunk jagged-edge spade marks.
In these places I try to survive.
An anger screams of a declared torture whilst fingers burn like magnesium strips until they curl up and crash, smothering the belittling memories of failure. The wind beneath my wings was from falling, not flying.
The carnivore turns to cannibalism.
Uncaged and ravenous, despair blunders...
#grief
#death
#memorial
33 reads
4 Comments
AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
16th Feb 2021 5:19pm
16th Feb 2021 5:19pm
Todor Vranchev
Ten years ago, you died in pain;
who knows what kind of horror
had been haunting your inner domain
that would soon be deprived of a tomorrow...
I don't really know your story,
just what I have read and heard;
but a gloomy illness did worry
your face on the pictures, a bit blurred....
I get it that you studied too much,
two years you took as a one alone,
excellent grades, in your free time you touched
with hope and faith the yoga books ... of stone.
I caress your ghostly face,
because I feel how you sought God, ...
who knows what kind of horror
had been haunting your inner domain
that would soon be deprived of a tomorrow...
I don't really know your story,
just what I have read and heard;
but a gloomy illness did worry
your face on the pictures, a bit blurred....
I get it that you studied too much,
two years you took as a one alone,
excellent grades, in your free time you touched
with hope and faith the yoga books ... of stone.
I caress your ghostly face,
because I feel how you sought God, ...
#love
#grief
#death
#memorial
#IMissYou
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2 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
15th Feb 2021 11:26pm
15th Feb 2021 11:26pm
From: AnOtherWorld, (a broken piece)
Blackstar radiating bilnd'light
on the smudges
on my birth certificate.
(They'say i must'go)
drumsdrumdrumming!
(They'say i must'go)
Worlds scream and laugh backwards
(They'say i must'go)
Money is tight'tight'tight say moneyman /
(They'say i must'go)
Moneyman dies his own death.
(They'say i must'go)
his world currency burns much like paper
(They'say i must'go)
A back'assed laugh & a screamWorld
remains.
(They'say you must'go)
(They'say we must'go)
...
on the smudges
on my birth certificate.
(They'say i must'go)
drumsdrumdrumming!
(They'say i must'go)
Worlds scream and laugh backwards
(They'say i must'go)
Money is tight'tight'tight say moneyman /
(They'say i must'go)
Moneyman dies his own death.
(They'say i must'go)
his world currency burns much like paper
(They'say i must'go)
A back'assed laugh & a screamWorld
remains.
(They'say you must'go)
(They'say we must'go)
...
#dark
#death
#memorial
#separation
#surreal
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2 Comments
Bntrae8670
Poem Published
12th Feb 2021 12:52pm
12th Feb 2021 12:52pm
Please Remember Me
Please Remember Me"
(A poem for Jordan's Family)
God took me for a reason so there is no need to cry..
Your holding ur head down now and I can't see ur beautiful face cause I'm looking down from way up high..
I am better now mom I can promise u that..
God said u will see me soon, that is yours & his pat...
Don't cry don't wonder just please remember me..
When u come reunite with me u will be amazed at what u see.
Beautiful people with not a pain to be felt.
God deals his cards for a reason, I just...
(A poem for Jordan's Family)
God took me for a reason so there is no need to cry..
Your holding ur head down now and I can't see ur beautiful face cause I'm looking down from way up high..
I am better now mom I can promise u that..
God said u will see me soon, that is yours & his pat...
Don't cry don't wonder just please remember me..
When u come reunite with me u will be amazed at what u see.
Beautiful people with not a pain to be felt.
God deals his cards for a reason, I just...
#death
#memorial
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3 Comments
BeginningPoet
Poem Published
9th Feb 2021 11:17am
9th Feb 2021 11:17am
My Words -
sometimes
my words drop
on paper
like heavy stones,
other times
they almost
float away.
along
this journey
I find courage
to place
my thoughts
here,
for the world
to see,
not always
graceful,
but
most of the time
with passion,
let someone
read
my words
let my words
speak,
let me
turn to dust,
my words
will
live longer
than I will,
hopefully.
my words drop
on paper
like heavy stones,
other times
they almost
float away.
along
this journey
I find courage
to place
my thoughts
here,
for the world
to see,
not always
graceful,
but
most of the time
with passion,
let someone
read
my words
let my words
speak,
let me
turn to dust,
my words
will
live longer
than I will,
hopefully.
#inspirational
#confessional
#memorial
#emotional
#philosophical
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10 Comments
slipalong
Poem Published
29th Jan 2021 6:28am
29th Jan 2021 6:28am
Paper sculptures
In the fires that scorched the Torah's rights
Manuscript's trod into the muddy street, dogs scavenging.
White knuckles, behind the iron fist; wolves circling
Swastika ideology that wrapped a minority, to gag, xenophobia.
The rush hour into a grey nowhere, the rats crept all over each.
Cattle trucks towards starvation, black mass to incarnation.
Skeletons ever haunt, emaciated, behind chain fence pretence.
The free world watches, demagogues, still defile the innocent.
More than prayer rising from the Zyklon B gas edits.
Burn our will, with a...
Manuscript's trod into the muddy street, dogs scavenging.
White knuckles, behind the iron fist; wolves circling
Swastika ideology that wrapped a minority, to gag, xenophobia.
The rush hour into a grey nowhere, the rats crept all over each.
Cattle trucks towards starvation, black mass to incarnation.
Skeletons ever haunt, emaciated, behind chain fence pretence.
The free world watches, demagogues, still defile the innocent.
More than prayer rising from the Zyklon B gas edits.
Burn our will, with a...
#oppression
#death
#memorial #prison
#memorial #prison
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dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
26th Jan 2021 11:42pm
26th Jan 2021 11:42pm
Paean To Yoot and Troot
so long how long half'a'century+c.3yrs
since Ginger
told the tale /
(blessed be)
* " Pressed Rat
&
Warthog " so many how many
more days was it is
...
since Ginger
told the tale /
(blessed be)
* " Pressed Rat
&
Warthog " so many how many
more days was it is
...
#sadness
#love
#death
#memories
#memorial
55 reads
9 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
25th Jan 2021 10:45pm
25th Jan 2021 10:45pm
SHOW This Phone How To Speak,,,,,,,,,
of death, ( true d e a
t h, nights splay
littered of parts
unknowing'
dissiolute, devalued ,,,,,,,,,,,this
kind of irresistable defamation of a parents'
role
[ of the of parents to sing the song of home's'
holines, holding holding a chalice of
over'swseet'n'd Wine for those in need,
For those who...
t h, nights splay
littered of parts
unknowing'
dissiolute, devalued ,,,,,,,,,,,this
kind of irresistable defamation of a parents'
role
[ of the of parents to sing the song of home's'
holines, holding holding a chalice of
over'swseet'n'd Wine for those in need,
For those who...
#anxiety
#grief
#dark
#death
#memorial
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7 Comments
Bluevelvete
Poem Published
21st Jan 2021 5:01pm
21st Jan 2021 5:01pm
cherished, in lessons learned.
it's all about passion
seeing a spark
an inkling of like awareness
that burns your layers
until blood runs
leaving hearts to slowly break
in exquisite agony
isolating that
and with your soul
in an absolute
you
SCREAM
it
from the top of your lungs
you howl at the moon
you pound the drum
and you never,
ever
quit.
seeing a spark
an inkling of like awareness
that burns your layers
until blood runs
leaving hearts to slowly break
in exquisite agony
isolating that
and with your soul
in an absolute
you
SCREAM
it
from the top of your lungs
you howl at the moon
you pound the drum
and you never,
ever
quit.
#kindness
#death
#memories
#memorial
#gratitude
154 reads
33 Comments
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