by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
death,
“Fear not the Grim Reaper. Death is an angel that accompanies good people to their home of everlasting joy.” by author
Death is not a spectre that wields a scythe.
The minute we’re born, we wend our way to it.
Neither is our Heavenly Creator but a myth.
Even if you breathe your last mortal breath,
a home like no other waits beyond the veil.
If life seems so hard that you want to scream,
there is no need against God to rail.
Life is but an eye blink in His grand scheme.
If you are kind and faithful, blessed in death you’ll be.
Joy, light, and love will be yours eternally.
by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
funny,
America's (Idle) Pastime
From New York, Austin, and L.A.,
From Cleveland and Seattle,
Ingloriously they screech or bray
In an auditioning battle.
And by the time we all feel sick,
(the judges homicidal!),
we get to know from whom we’ll pick
our next great Singing Idol.
For the "A GROOK FOR ALL OCCASIONS" Poetry Contest of Suzzette Crous
(using topic one, annoying sound and also etc topic, on a TV show I actually love!)
by Sandra Haight |
Categories:
dark, death, sorrow,
The phone rings- say “Hello”- and hear the sobs;
my heart jumps- for I feel his anguished pain.
With fear, I ask him if there's something wrong!
“Oh God, he's gone! My dear Grandson is gone!”
The words sting hard with blinding disbelief.
So brave, with hope- this cancer, he fought hard;
and still, somehow, that dreaded devil won.
Youth, love for life- and giftedness had failed;
my Great-Nephew- just twenty-one, now gone.
What words can we each find- to ease our pain?
by Susan Woodrow |
Categories:
allusion,
Gypped by the sea, the tossing
yanked a breath out, carelessly ~
Propped on a cliff edge, a deep
surge, swept over the hopeless ~
Escape came from birthed love:
A Nymphean with eyes of aqua ~
(11/2/2020)
by thriveni c mysore |
Categories:
death, fear,
G Forms - Grook Poetry Contest - Constance La France, Theme 1. Death
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"All our affections are at the mercy of death, which may strike down those whom we love at any moment." Quote by _ Bertrand Russell
sitting with tears
watching a foolishly blurred vase
doodling flowers, a sun, a river, a hut,
a range of hills, hills, hills,
I fill the voids in my tender heart
created by my
kith and kin washed away
without a trace to the sea
when massive hill fell
on a sleeping village.
by Timothy Hicks |
Categories:
childhood, computer, funny,
To the great outdoors
my grandparents love to go,
simply for the atmosphere it gives
like when they play Bingo.
I like to walk the trails, the mountains,
to get my wild nature fix.
They both have bad eyesight and can't quite comprehend
these crazy realistic graphics!
by Gerald Kithinji |
Categories:
life, love,
Alas! Mankind
Is preoccupied
With living
Not loving.
Alas!
by Earle Brown |
Categories:
confusiongod, god,
When man tells God’s lies
he lies to himself,
because God never lies.
Religion, the righteous of man,
is self-inflicted,
but all deeds are seen by the all-seeing eyes.
Despise the fools,
but love their God.
Let contrite hearts bow,
and be subjected to the rules.
Tell me, who is the fool now?
A walking dead on a pulpit preaching,
Like a lying politician seeking
votes.
Minds poisoned from their antidotes.
They walk in the light,
but are devoured by the gloom of that light;
piously seeking to wrong their wrongs
with whatever seems right.
So, they lie on God again,
and God lies …,
patiently, waiting for them to die.
by Anindya Mohan Tagore |
Categories:
hate, love, truth,
Naked Truth Grook
We are very civilized people
We hate nudity and banned ****
We cover everything - even the naked truth
Rape is prevalent - but, we do it in private
Only the poor children can be found naked here
Sorry, we could not cover them all
12.02.16
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2nd Part :
Sorry, we could not cover them all
Our tooth and claws
Greed, hatred and all other flaws
Being human is not that easy
Excuses given - life being busy
Even, when you hate
I can't cover my love for you - Mate
06.03.16
by Sandra Hudson |
Categories:
satirepoetry,
A Strand of Aphoristic Brian
Brian Strand has no business, “knowing he”.
Writing Ekphrasis flowing poetry
His poetry is hypothetical
Professor of all things theatrical
Perfectionist, of succinct brevity
An archer with an eagle’s clarity
Economical adjectives spin, leaked
As he re-cycles gerunds as we speak.
Brian Strand is a living breathing abstract waiting to self express
We love you Brian!
by Michael Smith |
Categories:
courage,
It's not the granite
Nor the words upon it
What lies below
Or behind it
That defines
But, an emptiness
Of this life
Where love should be
Inspired by the Grook bog 2/11/13
by Timothy Hicks |
Categories:
corruption, death, war,
They shoot at us with rubber bullets
cause they don't like the words painted on our signs,
"Stop Detonating Love Bombs
In the Middle East!".
But I suppose that will be all that's left
when everyone dies for this
enigmatic War for Peace.
by Steven Henderson |
Categories:
appreciation, devotion, inspiration, love,
Captivating to say the least
is this feast for a virgin.
Feeling theses feelings
of love and devotion.
Her emotions are
the source
of all
creativity.
by Davin Math |
Categories:
satire
You left in boldness, your ears flicker unnoticed
Aren’t you a canny one…?
I said “Oh…”, and you said “No!”
How thwart art thou?
Remember the Gate? How he spoke the words…
In context, He was a parable about love
He said “For God so…”, and some said “Woe!”
If I said “Oh”, and you say “No”
If I said “it was too quick for you to say…”
And if I said “I can show you another way…”
But you say, “You’re too canny, per se…”
by Sidney Hall Mad Poet |
Categories:
lost love
Emotions are concentrated in three places
They muddle up the brain
They are evident on all faces
And its heart that feels the pain
by Kingsley Awoh |
Categories:
lost love, me,
It is time to go home
Though you are so dear to me
But Fidelia, you are brute
You drank too much men
I remember, how she teased me,
How she used to lull me with kiss
I left a portion of my humanity on her lips
Now am dying,
Now am going home
Dear love, why must i be betrayed;
All i deserve was to be loved
I reached for knife
Curving my skin with pains
Painting it with blood
In the pool of blood
I sobbed,
She left me in disarray
Why Fidelia..?
awoh awoh
by Lara Wash |
Categories:
crazy,
When we decided to be one, we two
Our love was like crazy glue
I don’t think we were created to love and fight hard
Because it creates a cycle of end and start, which is no good for the heart
Our bond was so sticky even when I wanted to leave
Our cohesiveness was like a rich man’s greed
But one day crazy glue met reality
And she became unglued instantly
She felt free and revitalized
When she realized
Crazy glue
Made her cuckoo
So she flew
The cuckoo’s nest
Now she can attest
It’s not good to invest
In craziness
by Michelle Goslin |
Categories:
america, anniversary, best friend, bridal shower, candy, celebration, inspiration,
I really love to sprint,
my favorite is the relays,
Handing the baton off one by one,
To the finish line I come.
Sprinting is what I love.
by John Beam |
Categories:
faith, inspirational, love, peace, time,
Not all fruit ripens at the same time
but it grows on the same tree
Like the green herb seed with in it's kind
with healing leave's increase's come with eternity
by Reason A. Poteet |
Categories:
11th grade, romance,
When love wears a veil
and seems to grow pale
remember, no poking allowed.
Just keep the wood warm.
Load up on fuel
vows in renewal.
Show up with favored gifts endowed,
wait for sparks to form.
for Silent One's Grook contest
by Just James |
Categories:
god,
Seven Days
man named a year the time around our sun
man chose the month to mark seasons done
man chose day we spin in heaven
God chose the number seven
God then created all heaven
God breathed life into us, love started
God’s love now charted, he is exalted
10/9/8/ 7 /8/9/10
by Vee Bdosa |
Categories:
allusion, beauty, dark, depression, grief, lost love,
LOVE LETTER TO LIGEIA
I came in the name of He who gave you breath.
As certain as the emptiness of time,
as hopeful as your life, and meaningless as death,
I came to stay.
No holy water, no exorcist's demand,
can quench your thirst; your need for all I am.
I fill your head with things not meant to understand,
I came to stay.
I breath your name, tormented you may seem,
and sleepless is your night, I fill your time.
I am the joy of life beyond your dying scream,
I came to stay.
I came in the name of He who gives you death.
I am the calm and blinding of the light.
Forever part of you, I am your very breath.
I came to stay.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
by Gregory Golden |
Categories:
imagination
Love laughing loud
At the devil's
Sickle-smile
by Sidney Hall Mad Poet |
Categories:
lost love, love
Love is the prison of the heart
It captures you in emotions
Its intentions are honourable at the start
It sometimes ends as a deadly potion
by John Beam |
Categories:
allusion, beauty, christmas, humorous, sad love,
A drop lost in a flood did you notice