Posts tagged ‘death’

June 22, 2018

Summer Wars

by A. Marie

The dust of Summer,
rubber, barbecue and
mT air that I beg might bring the rains, Neruda’s
gold ghost, Las Manos del Dia under an umbrella say
do I comprehend, how much it may mean
to meet a grizzled old tree
hale and green
after the many deaths
of teething Winter,
hollow poems
no justice
they cannot say,
Longfellow is out walking
my cautious light around the park.

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June 21, 2018

The Oak

by Nick Anthony

In the park there stands an old oak.
I know not how aged it is,
But it was here before I was
And it will remain long after I do not.

Every morning I pass by its thick trunk,
The oak waves its branches, goodbye.
And every night I drunkenly stumble home,
It’s standing still, in silent judgment.

Even when I dash past and miss its farewell
In the rush to catch the last possible train
To $9.50 an hour misery with no future,
I know the stoic oak is standing there,
Gayly laughing at my fleeting and meaningless struggles.

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June 18, 2018

Crushed

by Charmed Chaos
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“Just beyond the bruised lips of consciousness.”

from Birds Again

~ Jim Harrison

The stars once bright in eyes now faded and gray
viewing the world through tangled trees
a purple haze of permanent contusions,
amid barren thoughts of rotting leaves
the result of love damaged beyond reason.
April 21, 2018

Reluctant Spirits

by HemmingPlay

A woman I know,
a believer, told me
she saw angels hovering
over our house.
I can’t see them, but
it wouldn’t surprise me.

Sitting by your bed
through the long nights,
feeling you slip away
a bit at a time as the cancer
races through you,

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March 6, 2018

Death is Perfect

by pranabaxom

A clear blue sky lacks definition
A blank slate characterless
Beware of the one without blemish
Beneath the serene surface
Lurks the deepest secrets
Enemies with flaws

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February 15, 2018

HAIKU: UNSAFE IN OUR SCHOOLS

by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm

UNSAFE IN OUR SCHOOLS

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February 15, 2018

#191 POETRY =

by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Poetry =

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February 9, 2018

#185 POETRY =

by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Poetry =

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February 7, 2018

The Cosmos

by Nick Anthony

When I was born, the Cosmos was young.
It’s exponential growth had scarcely begun.
As an infant, I learned to always ask, “Why?”
And the universe expanded with each reply.
Across the island of knowledge I began to crawl
And found not an edge or end, but endless sprawl.

Until, I heard something I knew was absurd.
Even though people called scientists avidly concurred
That the Cosmos was finite and several billion years old,
Who were they to limit what my universe could hold?
When, contrary to the revered “intellectuals’” thinking,
Visceral evidence told me, the Cosmos was shrinking.

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January 23, 2018

On Missing You Too Soon

by HemmingPlay

I find myself imagining
how the differences will
play out…
The unfamiliar,
lengthening silences,
stretching into the dusk.
The way dust devils will
gather in corners, waiting
for something that
will never come.

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January 23, 2018

MY ADDRESS BOOK IS SHRINKING

by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Have An Address Book
It’s Not A Little Black Book
That I Wish Was Filled With
The Names Of Wonderful
Girls And Women I Had
Relations With Through
The Years

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December 18, 2017

Lazarus, After

by HemmingPlay

Lazarus never smiled
after he rose from the dead.
For 30 years, until he died again,
he was haunted by the
unredeemed souls he saw
in the four days he
journeyed in the afterlife.

Laughter died stillborn in his chest.
That was what he told neighbors—
when he talked about it.
But, it was hard to speak, and
had been since that day.
His throat was always dusty
and his tongue thick.

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December 11, 2017

Soldiers

by A. Marie

And he blows his head open, because he is in the army; he does not
want to go back. He makes it clear.

I was his friend, when he was alive and in high school.
I am his friend again, now that he is gone and fading.

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December 9, 2017

Epiphany

by HemmingPlay

When the sun comes up like thunder

I knew a guy.
Cancer survivor,
worn down to the lacy bone,
thin, with dry skin.
But a light shone through
his stretched parchment skin
like some kind of
organic fire.
The brush with death
left a calling card.
“I’ll be back” it said.
“You won’t know when.”

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December 7, 2017

A MATTER OF TIMING

by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

Someday I will die
and so will you
but here’s what
we should do 

Let’s avoid
Someday

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December 1, 2017

MOTHER NATURE IS ANGRY

by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

I see the dark clouds gathering
ominously warning
the wise to flee
to find shelter
from the coming storm 

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November 24, 2017

The Plight of the Rose

by Charmed Chaos
Your memory is a wilting rose
Fraught with cold moonlight
Red petals weep in silent repose
Mourning its soul’s fated plight.

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November 10, 2017

Youth

by Charmed Chaos

-By Linda Lee Lyberg

As gloaming shadows fell
Across his threadbare sleeve
There are times better remembered
In blurred moments of rending grief.

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November 3, 2017

HAIKU: DUST TO DUST

by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I am made of dust

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October 31, 2017

The Reaper

by Charmed Chaos

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The Reaper

-Linda Lee Lyberg

Every moment we lose someone
We learn the meaning of sympathy
How grief will hurt and leave us undone
But in it’s place grows sweet empathy.

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October 20, 2017

Day’s Rage

by Charmed Chaos

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Day’s Rage

-Linda Lee Lyberg

Divine day rages against dark night
As a fiery sun hangs low in the sky
Sacred light will not run from the fight
Though Mother moon is looming nigh

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October 8, 2017

Worms do not Compare

by Zenei

Some only look up,

Picking and socializing,

Undaunted by Words.

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October 4, 2017

White Rose

by Charmed Chaos

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White Rose

-Linda Lee Lyberg

White rose
Symbolic of

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September 20, 2017

~ As Dawn Broke

by ladyliterati

~  As Dawn Broke

Clouds merged

Fog lay dense, heavy

Ghostly images of tree lines

Scattered amongst the gray;

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September 8, 2017

Hypocritical Oath

by Angela Umphers Rueger

Not just anyone can kill a baby;
It takes a degree to commit that crime.
The doctor’s conscience will hurt him—maybe,
But the guy on the street will do some time.

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August 6, 2017

THE END

by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

Have we reached
the final page
of the final chapter 

The End of our time together

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August 2, 2017

While Alive

by A. Marie

When we fall down, when we land, when we lay
upon the bedrock, do we look up? Or do we close
our eyes, and make do, roll the dirt around us,
invite the insects to have discussion, play with god;

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July 21, 2017

Attraction

by Charmed Chaos

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Attraction

-Linda Lee Lyberg

Pulled apart forever
By a single foolish act
And now she must endeavor
To accept the brutal fact

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