Posts tagged ‘death’

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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July 19, 2017

Bondage and Freedom

by Zenei

Life –

Aggrieved, Wretched,

Lamenting, Oppressing, Despairing, Jousting,

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July 9, 2017

Dead Horse

by JJ Merryweather

dead horseBetter here to cease than the knackers yard
A wild hearted beast that lived fast and died hard.

Better to have fallen than led away to be rendered
To have died on the hoof than gone lame and surrendered.

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July 9, 2017

You, Me and the Fog

by idlebrain

I know you are out there

a dense-pallid fog hangs between

parting you and me

and i cannot see , the Beyond.

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July 7, 2017

~ Flowers for Mother

by ladyliterati

Flowers for Mother

 

She picked the petals
One by one,
Tossed them ‘neath
A sultry sun,

 

A waft of wind
Carried them away;
As Mother
Received an earthly bouquet

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June 29, 2017

Gone

by Charmed Chaos
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Gone
-Linda Lee Lyberg
The bullet went deep
Punctured to my soul
And left me unable to breathe

 

My broken heart bled
A young widow’s blood
Consumed with frightening grief.

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June 28, 2017

Eclipse

by Charmed Chaos

Eclipse of Love

-Linda Lee Lyberg

The pain clouds
My weary brain
It rains
It rains
It rains

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June 26, 2017

~ To Loss

by ladyliterati

Loss perched

Perched upon my days
As I walked through life…

Life in a daze

Enduring what could not

Be changed.
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June 23, 2017

The Color Of Love

by Charmed Chaos

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The Color of Love

-Linda Lee Lyberg

Morning peeks through my window
In my forgetful slumber
I reach out for you
My hand touches the
Cold pillow where your
Head once lay
And I remember.

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June 15, 2017

Tombs

by The Cheesesellers Wife

Great men die, and so they lie
In their tombs and graves
Glorified, magnified
By their followers and slaves

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June 9, 2017

Death, Imagined

by Charmed Chaos

Statue of a weeping angel laying over an ancient grave

Death, Imagined

-Linda Lee Lyberg

Please give reprieve
from my torrent of tears
When my heart believed
You would always be near.

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May 30, 2017

Love

by Nick Anthony

To think, you’re finally here with me!
After years of relentless, flirtatious banter,
Sometimes as playful as puppies, we were:
Other times more serious than a snake bite–
Always fruitless my affections were.

Unattainably distant, you seemed to me.
A hazy speck just beyond the horizon,
Across the ocean of my life.
And I, stranded on my little island,
Couldn’t possibly build a smoke signal
Tall enough to alert your look-out.

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May 24, 2017

A Suitable Period of Mourning

by braveandrecklessblog

I do not have a closet

full of mourning clothes

I have never

inked the names of my dead

on my tender forearms in black

in solemn homage

The list too long

my arms too short

to box with god

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May 24, 2017

Death Comes Swiftly

by Angela Umphers Rueger

‘Tis the lot of everyone to hear the portal call.
Some respond in infancy, and others when they’re old—
Active youths quite full of life, and ancients growing cold.

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May 22, 2017

Bunch of Faded Pictures Lost in Abyss of Memory

by pranabaxom

The wall is blank for ages now
Lost the habit of framing and hanging
Photographs on the wall
Modern technology brings
Instant attachments
From across the seven seas

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May 4, 2017

~ Pieces of You, of Me

by ladyliterati

~ Pieces of You, of, Me

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There is no time limit to grief

Just shock, horror, disbelief

And “well doers” seek a smile

Insisting grief is but a little while

But this cannot possibly be true;

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April 25, 2017

A Short Story About Us After They’ve Gone

by A. Marie

She is a winged doe, plodding along the kitchen tile,
hither/thither clipping orchids, melting wax, reaching out
to catch the tray of flutes before it falls—
but it falls, makes such a racket, cacophony of clattering
she curses, spouts a string of psalms and esoteric verses,
kicks the chunks of shards and tires her feet,
shoves it in a corner and forgets about it until the night,
slings the cupboards open and demands I climb
to the tippy-most tower where her grandfather’s
old boozy glassware has waited five decades to be touched,

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April 23, 2017

Irony

by russtowne

The irony

Is not lost on me

That no matter

How hard I try

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