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Poem Details | by Susan Ashley |
Categories: appreciation, autumn, grave, grief, loss, love, missing you,

Season Of September



Sunlight falls in breezy dapples across your lichened stone, solace now I seek in chapel’s old yard while we’re alone. It brings my heart back, being here - love; that I remember, the autumn brings a tender tear season of September. Neath supple sways my prayerful praise I offer you a hymn; may dreams evergreen be always blessed to soulful brim. ...church bells black - they toll the hours mourning time since you’ve been gone. Losing you and laughter ours wrong side of Heaven I am on... Green leaves that sigh like grieving silk have not yet turned to red, memories sweet as mother’s milk will nurse through snows ahead. It brings my heart back, being here - love; that I remember, the autumn brings a tender tear season of September. Susan Ashley September 7, 2018


Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: grave, heart, longing, love,

The Last Waltz

La dernière valse

From the skies
Clouds fall upon my dreams
I am up high, away from it all
I am far, but my tears still fall
I stand up and shout to Paris ( Pareee)
You left me, you left me here to fend alone
I can not danse, nor can I waltz
I am here, overlooking skylines of desire
Graveyards calling out my name
The clouds in the sky grey and dancing
The tour Eiffel stands up high
The symbol of all that makes me cry
I can not dance, nor can I waltz
Alizee Alizee go go go
Arête, arête my love simply won’t flow
Abelard died, and so must I
Lovers of love, wine runs dry
Poets and words, vices and crimes
Lovers of the majestic and the absurd
I was pushed over the ledge
In Versailles they left for me dead
Grandiose mirrors and artistic displays
I can not dance, nor can I waltz
So in the castle I will be slayed
By the demons of lovers
From the past, they do say
She left me here
On the left bank of the seine
So here I shall drown totally insane

Notes: I have on purpose used french spelling for some words in the poem.


Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: beauty, cute love, grave, humor, obituary,

I Found a Girlfriend

Took me the breath of all my life
A soul mate who could consume my heart wither a smile
I found that Gothic girl after dark
A little to late to consummate
I lie in waiting with a dead round smile
Empty eyes and a lot of guile
I found a girlfriend even if late
We lie together
Frigid is our state


Poem Details | by Robert Candler |
Categories: age, angel, animal, bereavement, best friend, blessing, care, caregiving, character, death, dedication, devotion, dog, emotions, farewell, feelings, friend, friendship, grave, heaven, husband, life, loneliness, lonely, longing, loss, lost love, miracle, moving on, mystery, old, pets, prayer, religious, sorrow, soulmate, spiritual, sweet, together, tribute, wife,

Pal

Bob had been a lonely man ever since
His wife of fifty years had passed.
“Lord, let me join her.” he would pray.
“Let this day be my last.”

Each day, he went to the cemetery,
Just a short walk down the street.
After their talk, he would water her flowers
And hear passers-by whisper, “How sweet.”

One gray and misty morning,
He had hoped for sunnier skies
To plant fall bloomers at her graveside;
But there, to his surprise…

Stood an old dog beside her stone;
Thin and dirty, but he struck a handsome pose.
He whined as Bob approached, as if to say,
“I could use a friend, you know.”

He sat calmly as Bob planted flowers,
Carefully sniffing each one Bob put in place.
Then, after he sniffed the last one planted, 
He turned and licked Bob’s face.

Bob smiled“I had a dog when I was young…
Pal…he was a mighty good one too.
So, if you don’t mind old fella,
That’s what I’ll call you.”

Pal may have been an old dog,
But he was smart and handsome in his way;
So they made a deal, Bob would give him a meal
And a bath, if he decided to stay.

Pal loved his bath, then rolled in the grass.
He slept on a blanket in the den.
In the night, he dragged it next to Bob’s bed
He intended to be Bob’s best friend.

Pal was such a good dog, housebroken too;
Never made a mess or got in trouble.
He knew about newspapers, slippers and Frisbees;
And when Bob called, he‘d come on the double.

Yes, Pal gave Bob’s life new purpose.
A special bond of friendship was cast.
And never again did Bob pray, 
“Lord, let this day be my last.”

For twelve years, the very best of friends,
Together night and day;
And so it was, until one evening,
Pal quietly passed away.

Bob held Pal in his arms and wept.
“Oh, Pal…my best friend…you saved my life.” 
He caressed Pal as he reminisced;
Then, sometime in the night, Bob joined his wife.

The next morning, an old woman,
Tears welling in her sad and lonely eyes,
Brought fresh flowers to her husband’s grave;
But there, to her surprise….

Stood an old dog beside the stone, 
Thin an dirty, but he struck a handsome pose.
He whined as she approached, as if to say,
“I could use a friend, you know.”

He sat calmly as she took old flowers
And put fresh ones in their place
He carefully sniffed the fresh ones,
Then, turned and licked her face.

She smiled through her tears 
“I had a dog when I was young...
A good one too His name was Pal.”


Poem Details | by John Loving III |
Categories: conflict, grave, love,

sea of love

beneith the phantoms of the deep
a wretched grave yard where love sleeps
all but forgotten loves of time
covered in fiction, rumors and lies
decay did whither their werry bones
and unrest bothered their hearts left alone
suicide and murderous mist
malace and for thought of a poisonous kiss
for each they sailed the sea of love

clear skies and ocean above
below lost vessels that once rode the sea
smothered by waters that pulled down deep
trusting the ship they begged to sail
where calm sea's often become strong gails
and tossed are sailer to and fro
from the bow to down below
suffering what they didn't know
the sea's anger and ability to show

Is there a god to which can be prayed?
where is Poseidon, can he be paid?
for safe passage through the rocks
take from us this state of shock
where every wave would cover thee
and silence prayers and every plea
certian distruction awaits this ship
being torn asunder by natures grip

thunder peels across dark skys
like a truth it is a light
but darkness denies it's pressence still
lightening cannot change the will
where fears would scare, the sailor steals
tighten the ropes secure the sails
love demands the highest price
certian risk and sacrifice
the abyss has claimed a myriad of lives
who's death for love was satisfied

sailing on the sea of love
glimpsing the phantoms from up above
a sad sanity can calm the sea
and then rage takes over and destroys what be
we cannot hide from love what love see's
the bigger the ocean the deeper the sea
the deeper the love the bigger the greif
no matter who or what they be
the ship is the hostage of the sea
you can sink in it's depths or to its shore flee
there is always a risk when you tempt the sea
and there is always a grave waiting for thee


Poem Details | by Susan Ashley |
Categories: bereavement, death, grave, grief, love, wife,

Shades of Gray Grief


Man of melancholy - memories ashen and shadow gray, heart harrowed, solicits solace from her psychic energy. An offering, his woebegone weeping wildflower bouquet, teardrops titian, sorrow scintillant, reflects rueful reverie. Heart harrowed solicits solace from her psychic energy, free falling through forlorn filigree, he mourns at her gravestone. Teardrops, titian sorrow scintillant reflects rueful reverie of his Earth angel, soul-lifted too soon, spiritually sown. Free falling, through forlorn filigree he mournsAt her gravestone fragrance haunting, flowers flaring heartsick hallucinations of his Earth angel soul-lifted too soon; spiritually sown blue scented efflorescence of suffering lamentations! Fragrance..haunting flowers flaring heartsick hallucinations of inamorata, flame extinguished expectant with their child. Blue scented efflorescence of suffering lamentations bedevil his mindHappiness, hope exiled, ego beguiled. Of inamorata flame extinguished expectant with their child, an offering; his woebegone weepingWildflower bouquet bedevils his mind, happiness, hope Exiled ego beguiled, man of melancholy memories - ashen and shadow gray. Susan Ashley September 16, 2017 ------------------------------ ~Third Place ~ Contest: Favorite Pantoum Premiere Sponsor: Laura Loo ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~ First Place ~ Contest: Poems That Paint A Picture 2 Sponsor: Silent One * based on a pencil drawing by Mike Theuer provided by Silent One on contest page *


Poem Details | by R. L. McCallum |
Categories: bereavement, death, grave, ireland, loneliness, lost love, missing you, sad,

A Winter's Rime

(In a churchyard in Northern Ireland)


Through the broken and barren trees
Winter exhales its coldest breeze
From the wintry breath of northern seas
That can chill the warmest soul.

Thus in the churchyard by the sea
Nigh one broken and barren tree
Lies cold a soul once warm to me
Beneath the winter’s rime.

As the heart of winter doth unfold
I feel its touch, so dark and cold,
For I yearn at night to yet behold
That soul once warm to me.

But in earthen depths doth she lie
E’er below the moon and starlit sky
As yet unto her grave I wander by
And despair the winter’s rime.

O’ the winter wails upon the still
With its bleak and bitter chill
That conjures from the nightly nil
A soul once warm to me!


Poem Details | by Karissa Kelley |
Categories: body, conflict, corruption, emotions, fantasy, feelings, fire, for him, grave, growth, identity, love, metaphor, passion, self,

Inferno love

The butterflies in my soul
They ignite my eyes
I'm breathless
Yet I feel so alive
The scorching embers, oh how they burn
But yet they feel so polite, 
As if a searing reminder 
That I'll be alright
I couldn't resist the fiery urge 
As I left this, ice cold world.
The hot coals became my host 
And lava errupted through my veins
I just couldn't quit gazing 
At the flickering flames.
The last piece of me, to decay, was my hand
Oh how I forgot, how my fingers could bend
I thought as I was waving myself goodbye
To ever being human again
Ashes, ashes, were all I could see 
As I saw myself  falling
And as I really listened 
I could still hear my heart calling
Becoming a faint echo
Confined to the shadows of my flames
Banished, never to be re-kindled again
Don't come to close 
Or we shall ignite, dear human
I would combust and I'd eat you alive
Be aware, you must know
That I, well.
I'm a devouring inferno.
My heat reddens your face
While the reflection of my ashes 
Dance like a wildfire in your eyes
The temptation leaves your thoughts up in smoke,
But you kept coming closer
 I, flaring up with every word you spoke.
 Come closer, closer..
 I let my flames spew
What happened to me 
Is why I'd like to set the fire to you
How the flames burn brighter
With not one, but two.
Your blood is heating up, come closer
Enticing you in burning red
I will light the fire inside your head
And I wouldn't even need to dig your grave
You could choose to entrap 
Yourself with me 
And be forever ablazed
Ashes dancing in the fire pit
Comforting you with their warm glow
But trust me it's an abyss  
In which you wouldn't dare, want to go
Fellow lost soul, like I
We've wandered there before
Now forever to entice, just one more
Come closer.
The shadow calls out a warning heed
 Beware all, beware indeed
One flair, two flair
You must look away! 
Don't hold a gaze 
Into the burning dead flames.










Poem Details | by Gail Foster |
Categories: grave, loss, love, mirror, miss you, rose, sad,

Mercy, a sonnet

Is this then all there is now, only me
And all there is now left for me to do 
Cry ‘mercy’ to the unforgiving sea
And bury all the love I had for you
Beneath the sorry roses in the shade
Of yew trees, in the graveyard, by the wall
Let tenderness and fondest feelings fade
Until the day there is no you at all
Within my mirror, only empty sky
And tumbleweed across the arid ground
No answer to the question of my cry
Just silence; oh my love, in you I found
A heat too sweet and gentle to forget
Have mercy on me, love, don’t leave me yet

© Gail Foster 2016








 



Poem Details | by Ingrid Showalter Swift |
Categories: betrayal, fire, first love, grave,

Leather and Salt Sole

You are as the lightning to the rod of my soul
You move through me in rumbling thunder and torrential rain
You are the cellular sea of my spirit and I can deny you nothing
Enter at will into my being but bring only kindness and light
Tread gently on the sole of me
....for I am but leather and salt



Like the wild wet wilderness drips with dew and surging waters rip the shores of bucolic meadows so you moved me
Water rushing down the mountain gathering up minerals as it goes so my strength grows and my will surges 
And I am a flood of fell and fire and hope

He is coming coming ever coming to me 
in his white way and ever wear and tear
his hair is on my hands 
and his heart pounds beneath my palm

he in my palm a sailor bold and wild and strong and he will know me and I will know him


Frost of nothing in the silent forest rests and sleeps
the joy of us in the same spaces

I under leaves and damp with snows blanket 
under these lies 
the thrill of us 
in a cottage cabin by the lake 
 beneath your hand so possessive do I rise up to the morning light

 and curl deep into your loving arms
The wind never even touches our boughs 
 our leaves 
so bonded in warmth are we


And who is it this time?
 who bares the shield of pain and loss and fear ?
it is you
 not I!

Facing the mirror of truth 

that email address sent waves through you 
so intense the seismic machines in India just went off

 no need to deny what I already know in my cells 
you love with an intensity that puts my own feeling to shame 
and you now know it

what you do with this 
is to be seen
seen and seen again and again see me 
…see me C me c me soon 
or not...it will remain..the same and immovable...a feast to last ten thousand lifetimes


Poem Details | by Danny Stinson |
Categories: death, loss, lost love,

At Your Grave

Silence: All I hear when I call out your name. Snow envelops me and snuffs out my flame. Gone is the light with which your name can be read, I think I hear you, but it's all in my head. I'm deep in the woods where no songs can be heard. I am the only one here, and I speak but four words.


Poem Details | by Loretta Adams |
Categories: confusion, daughter, death, life, loss, love, mother, sad, me, grave, love, me, mother,

Your Gone

As the tears fall down from my face,
I think about that magical place.
You took me there when I was young,
but that was before the pain begun.
You walked me down the road of life,
preparing me to be a mother and a wife.
You would hold my hand and say have no fear,
mommy's not going anywhere, I'll always be here.
But that was wrong and so were you,
you left me mom, what am I to do?
I've been told life goes on,
but it can't be, because you're still gone.
I pray at night to see you in my dreams,
but you're never there, just terror and screams.
How could this happen, how could this be?
The woman I love so dearly up and left me.
I go to the grave every afternoon,
I sang our favorite song, it was a nice little tune.
But since your gone I've changed some things,
about marriage and babies and diamond rings.
Those things are not important to me now,
I ask myself, how did this happen, when and how?
You let yourself go to that place in the sky,
but it happened so sudden mom, please tell me why?
You left me a note by your bed,
you wrote moments before you ended up dead.
Please tell me why you took your own life,
you were a such loving mother and a dear wife.
You didn't write much, just a few lines,
to tell me you love me, and it would be better in time.
But now that your gone, it's not better at all,
I just lay in my bed, I scream and I bawl.
To know what you done, it's too hard to bare,
I stand at your grave with a cold desperate stare.
You were a daughter, a loving mother, and a dear wife,
Why did you do it mom, why did you use that knife?
I wonder everyday, it's all I think about,
There's only one thing it could be, without a doubt.
You went to a dark place, filled with murder and thugs,
I know why I lost you mom, you could no longer fight the drugs.
You could have reached out and told someone before,
now it's too late, death has already knocked and opened your door
I'm sorry, so sorry, I could not see,
the reason you are dead is because of me.
I wasn't there to help when you needed me most,
Now I can't see you, not an image or a ghost.
I've answered my question, I just waited too long,
I know my mistake now, but it's too late, your gone.


Poem Details | by Line Gauthier |
Categories: death, eulogy, grave, lost love, relationship, remember, words,

AND SHE WONDERS



She remembers
The depth of his blue eyes
And how he once told her
Sullen and pensive
That should she precede him
He had it all worked out and
Knew exactly what he would say
     hating such deep discussions
     she changed the subject and 
     thought nothing more of it

He died first the odds were right
The house so empty now
She recalled how sorting through his things
She had never come across
A handwritten draft of any eulogy
     and she still wonders why 
     he took his last love letter
     to the grave



Submitted on December 11, 2018, for contest LAST LETTER TO MY BELOVED sponsored by SILENT ONE  -  RANKED 2ND

and on June 3, 2018 for EARLY 2018 STANDARD CONTEST sponsored by BRIAN STRAND


Poem Details | by Sabrina Niday Hansel |
Categories: anger, angst, betrayal, cancer, cry, dad, death, dedication, emotions, evil, family, father, father daughter, fathers day, feelings, grave, grief, hate, health, heartbroken, how i feel, june, loss, lost love, memory, pain, parents, people, sad, sad love, slam, sorrow, truth,

I Hate You Cancer

Dedicated to my Dad who lost his short battle w/ Colon Cancer on June 18,2013

I hate you Cancer
Your vile evil and cruel
You don't care who you hurt
I'll never forget that day
I'll always hate you for it

Your heartless Cancer
You took someone important from me
Someone important from others too
Took people who didn't belong to you
I hate you for it

You disgust me Cancer
You had no right to take him from me
He mattered more than my very own life
I hate you for taking my Daddy
I hate you for taking others too

I hate you with a passion Cancer
You took part of my heart with him
You took part of my soul that day too
I hate you for it
I hate you I hate you I hate you

I hate you with every fiber of my being 
Go back to Hell where you belong
I hate you, others hate you
Your not welcome or wanted here Cancer

I hate you more than his doctor's
I hate you more than God
I hope I get to witness that day
Witness the day you fall
And you will fall Cancer

You're gonna lose the battle one day Cancer
I'm gonna laugh and dance around your grave
You'll finally get what you deserve 
And you'll never be able to inflict your disease on another soul


Sabrina Niday Hansel


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Poem Details | by Tom Valles |
Categories: bereavement, bible, brother, celebration, christian, death, easter, eulogy, faith, farewell, feelings, flower, for her, for him, forgiveness, freedom, funeral, future, garden, god, grave, grief, heartbroken, heaven, hope, inspiration, jesus, joy, leaving, life, loss, love, memorial day, missing you, paradise, relationship, rose, spiritual, success, sympathy, uplifting, veterans day,

Tender of Roses

Beloved, lovely roses: gift of God and lover’s flower,
Spread your colored petals and cradle tender showers.
While admiring the blossoms with their beauty to behold,
Ought we not to know the Tender of such lovely garden groves?

For He lovingly and thoughtfully wields His pruning shears
To cut away the stems of old for fuller future years.
He cultivates and feeds themHe attends them as a Father
Looking daily to their needs; so faithfully He waters.

From the dawn of morning dew until the setting sun arrays
Caring always for His own until that great appointed day…
When the Gardener comes to claim each one the earth held as its own.
He gently picks it at its peak and for His pleasure takes it home.

As God did one glorious morning, when the Perfect Rose had bloomed.
He rolled away the stone and met with Mary at the tomb.
There the sweetest Rose of Sharon rose that we die not alone.
But be gathered for a garden grove, surrounding heaven's throne.


Poem Details | by Debbie Duncan |
Categories: day, death, grave, love, me, sleep,

I Call Her Name

           I call her name in my sleep 
                 No, not this day 
            The gods won't let me be 
             Death will be my escape 
                From all the madness 
            All this madness from dreams  

                  No, not this day 
              They won't leave me at peace
            I call out to her from my sleep 
           I reach for her, and she is there 
           My comfort zone, I pull her close 
               It calms me to no end.

         She says nothing even though I know 
       I've pulled her away from her lucid dreams
       again ~ I need her, my angel of light 
     
        It's true, I need her there to save me
       Save me from  dreams of  the grave  
       I'm standing closer every time I sleep
    She is the only one who saves me from this fate 
      From falling into this grave I dug for me.



7/15/2000 my X used to have dreams of his grave,,,, he was always waking me, must have been his line of work.


Poem Details | by Ninette Carey |
Categories: betrayal, dark, destiny, grave, love,

Emily

Living in the Dark

Never truly finding the light

A glimpse here and there

Only to be stolen again

By Loves Selfish Snare

Resting in a open coffin

Awoken now and than

Only to be duped for Prince Charming Evil Sin.........

I close my eyes and heart once more

And return to my destine box

Hopefully Never to be Kissed
 
Putting Emily's Heart to Rest

And in Her Dreams

 She Once Again Couples Her Eternal Bliss.......................
 
The Corpse Bride......





Poem Details | by Blake Holland |
Categories: addiction, adventure, allusion, anger, art, child, childhood, children, community, corruption, crazy, dark, death, deep, depression, desire, evil, fantasy, fear, freedom, future, gothic, grave, grief, imagination, lust, murder, pain, pollution, poverty, power, sad love, science, society, spiritual, spoken word, visionary,

The Future Starts Here

The innocence is transfusing
and overturning 
the goat skin drums
children of the mills,
children of the junkyard,
alone, 
and savaging
and we keep filling them with
mercury, nitrate, espestice, baby bombs
blasted out of their shaved heads
scared,
and foraging


Poem Details | by Shanity Rain |
Categories: addiction, death, desire, drink, fantasy, food, grave, halloween, imagination, love, lust, magic, mystery, night, romantic, sensual, sexy, sick,

desiring the Vampire

                 
                 It was the Southern French window blowing open 
                    he came in the night no word spoken 
                The eyes so sensual and piercing me as if nothing matters
                     he is all I think of now as each day I grow weaker

               I will soon die unsure of my fate 
                  my life I will give to him a offering I ask him to take
               This man so desirable with dark eyes and hair
                  even if he is not a man but a beast 
                I no longer care I submit to the last drop of blood

                 As I lay with a cotton white gown in a locked room 
                   I throw my rope of Garlic far to be seen 
                 Nothing can stop this now longing and lustful 
                      feeling like I'm in a forever dream  

                    I wait for him too enter 
                       I wait for him
                                  willing to die 
                               I wait losing my Religion
                                   The Vampires offering am I              
                                   
                          

                 " For That Archaic Poets contest " Shanity Rain 


Poem Details | by Margaret Franceschini |
Categories: fantasy, love,

Love to the Grave

Love to the Grave

A stable boy had entered in her heart 
Concealed beneath the forage hay at night
His troubling eyes that seemed so dim and dark 
Her hands tease through his hair so wavy rich 
But he’s a stable boy and can’t compete 

Though royal blood does course within her veins
False statements will protect her noble name
What scents of horses in the air suggest
A secret meeting in the barn required
The opposition banish him from her

Affluent family removed love she found
Now she’ll just marry the rich boy down town
It’s a happy life silk dresses for her
But his name and memories still remain
Length of time has passed and her heart grows cold

Crying out for him everyone’s aware 
Knowing he hears her utterance of cries 
Homecoming at her bedside love he brings 
Carries her as their souls unite once more
Inescapable love was theirs always

Lastly they breathe their last breaths together
Entangled ghosts depart as they exhale 
Departing to the hills of misty skies 
Within safety and no separation 
To the barn where their first encounter met
  

Margaret Franceschini
August 9, 2014



Poem Details | by Andrew Crisci |
Categories: depression, faith, grave, hope, humanity, love, pain, people, places, religious,

Long Arms Of Tender Compassion

Long arms of tender compassion
Oneness of embittered Humanity
Visceral faith was your salvation
Encompassing all vain materialism
Lenitive of the corporal punishment 
Illuminating a hope encrypted in a
Necropolis of suppressed ideas 
Extruding life from deep darkness  
Seeping rain from saturated soil
Sedative of every entombed soul


Poem Details | by Courtney Courtney |
Categories: beauty, character, death, death of a friend, depression, desire, faith, family, farewell, fear, god, goodbye, grave, happy, heaven, holiday, home, house, husband, image, inspiration, inspirational, leaving, loneliness, lonely, longing, lost love, love, marriage, men, miss you, missing, missing you, pain, passion, patriotic, prayer,

Last Kiss

Open your eyes to the ever turning skies 
I want to here with me through the night 
My heart yearns into your soul 
Burning as if newly lit coal 
I bravely submerg the embers 
That the time I have can be spent with you 
And I remember each kiss every moment 
I was caught in your love that for just this day I remember 
So what happened was a chance for your love 
A time that I kept in a locket tied with a kiss 
 I wanted you to feel, to love, to slumber 
And to awake in my arms with that times kept bliss 
I lay silient in an umber


Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: adventure, grave, loss, love, philosophy,

King of Poetic Darkness

There was a king, very Grimm
Who composed verse of the dead in the dim
The dim darkness of evil minds
Brothers of a sort in the black forest
He was in exile and away from the castle walls
He wept for lost loves and lost conquests
He wept for lost brothers and wars, he wept for battles won
His sword became a pen
Day and night, thoughts to clay
He pondered lost hearts and fortunes
Poetic verse captivated the forest creatures
Nobility reciting verse after verse
Of ones darkest desires
The king was a poet
With a broken arrow
No lover to fall under his spell
Darkness devoured
All thoughts that may have been


The Princess of Light

I woke in the dawn, in the mist of nowhere
A prince soon to be king
Came upon my abode
He fell to his knees
I fell in love
We rode together behind castle walls
We battled warriors, we battled love
I died, he fled
His torments haunt him still
King of the poetic darkness


Poem Details | by iolanda Scripca |
Categories: death, love, nature,

Epitaph on a Nameless Grave


 I've heard roots digging underground for me'

 they need my concentrated pain to blossom

 in whispered scent of angels bringing Spring

 and pure white Hope of finding ageless Love


Poem Details | by odeline chigwedere |
Categories: funeral, me, grave, life, love, me,

Do not visit my grave and cry

<  >when my body retires and my strength is no more
       when you can not talk to me like we used to
        this when i die
        do not visit my grave and cry

        come and celebrate my life
        sing melodious songs 
        wear your best outfits and share them jokes 
        wear them heels ladies
        just do not visit my grave and cry

        i live a happy life that i love so dearly
        through thick and thin i dare not to drop a tear
        my faith overcomes my fear
        i smile more than i sigh
        celebrate my life dear friends
        do not visit my grave and cry

        remember me for my voice
        my love and kindness
        remember me for my love of wine
        my fun personality and my craziness
        this is how i must be remembered
        just dont come to my grave and cry

        your cries will scare my angels
         your mourning will never bring me back
        your witch hunt will cost you money 
        shoot me some pool please
        do not visit my grave and cry


Poem Details | by Jim Pemberton |
Categories: character, christian, dedication, depression, devotion, faith, family, forgiveness, freedom, god, grave, heartbroken, history, holocaust, hope, horror, irony, jesus, life, loneliness, lonely, loss, lost, lost love, recovery from, religion, religious, snow, social, society, today, usa,

Times of Trouble Are Ahead

Read the Bible and the words that are said. Times of trouble and tribulation are ahead! All one has to do is read the book of revelation. To read about this world and this nation! Days of wickedness and evil that abounds.. Shall very soonCome “crashing to the ground!” For our sin, there’s a price that has been paid! Many have become sin’s servant and slave! Many will not escape God’s judgment and wrath! They’ve chosen the wrong direction and path! Right now.. There’s a path and a way to “escape!” Please do it right now! Before it’s too late! The right path to take, is through Christ alone! He must be the lord of your heart and home! Jesus alone, can bring hope to your soul! He’ll never leave you! Is what he wants you to know! Times of trouble and uncertainty are well on their way! Christ can help you to overcome! He can do it TODAY! By Jim Pemberton


Poem Details | by twanna Irisha |
Categories: birth, boyfriend, creation, death, feelings, for her, for him, grave, love, romantic,

My Sunshine

As a stormy cloudy day, my heart filled with a dark gloomy, foggy haze.
Breathless and no longer living my flesh was deaf and disintegrating fast.
Lifeless, and buried deeply sunken; upon my grave.
My spirits formed as dying weeds, uprooted planted seeds.
Brittle and fragile as a crisp rose petal.
Dehydrate raindrops that have fallen from my tear ducts.
My soul was as dark as the dirt that lay on my grave.
I lay in darkness with no movement.
Then the earth shifted.
As he gently brushed off my layers of crust, small thin layers of trust.
Lifted me from my darkness dust, my sunshine has come.
In a form of a man, skin golden as sand.
He takes my hand as I carried off to dry land.
As his sunrays beam down upon me, I am profoundly happy.
Liberation of sunlight, deliverance of brightness, I am out the darkness.
Reincarnation I am rebirth a new person.
My sunshine has come there is no more rain in my heart.
 All cried out lifted by his sunlight.
I have life born again as his wife.


Poem Details | by Max Corvus |
Categories: absence, cry, dark, death, girl, gothic, grave,

MY LOST LOVE

Tis midnight, no star shining,
My sorrow is nearly burning
All my soul, within me, stirring,
In my heart all hopes are dying.
As I watch you, dead you're lying,
There upon the velvet poppet,
Like a cursed, lethal prophet,
“Oh, my love! “, my poor heart crying.

But the echo still replying,
In this gloomy, hated tower,
In this late nocturnal hour, 
Still you’re lying, not replying.
It is now no more worth trying,
Begging, weeping, pleaing, kneeling,
I have lost my happy feelings,
Only lying, not replying.

You look like an angel sleeping,
Filling my black heart with sadness,
Making me a slave of madness,
Angel sleeping, secret keeping.
Now beside you I am lying,
On a velvet, so smooth, poppet,
Smiling at that cursed prophet,
Happy, cheary, almost dying.

Our bodies the spell is binding, 
And there is no more life in love.


Poem Details | by Winged Warrior |
Categories: absence, dark, death, grave, heartbroken, lost, night,

My Darkest Love

Dormant eyes of the deep
Only wake when they weep

Frozen tears of the lost
Only run when they frost

Thorns of love that are shed
Creating blankets for our bed

Barren wastelands days of old
Only surface when breathes get cold

Dancing demons in our head
Building tombs for us to wed

Decaying death a witches brew
My darkest love the one I knew

Rays of darkness upon our grave
Within loves wounds retreating cave.


March.04.2016   ^WW^


Poem Details | by Margaret Franceschini |
Categories: betrayal, deep, emotions, feelings, heartbroken, love hurts, missing you,

Words of trust to the grave

Words of trust to the grave

These circumstances I go through 
Cause a battle of the heart 
A lengthy conflict of emotions I can't separate apart
Thoughts of you are wrestling continuously in my mind 
You the opponent holding me down intertwine

This relationship I will not persist
You can't explain your understanding so you resist
Avoiding confrontation nothing ever happened
Yet we can't discuss so it's blackened

Our existence liken to the fall of man
Funneling into the abyss 
From which our nightmare began
Given to you all the deepness of my inside
Taken away the enclosed place to hide

Feeling used and abused and so abandoned
Escaping my life you become the phantom 
Your spoken words of love "to the grave"
Have taken me under like the ocean wave

From this condition I have learned
Your had no concern
You never kept your word
The words of trust have been disposed
 Into the grave to decompose