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Kartoon Knuckles

Draped and locked like a curtain in Guantanamo
I use my words to peel scalps like Geronimo
Just like a teen girl my mouth has a heavy flow
If arousal luminesces then I'll make you glow

They're calling me a villain cuz I steal girls like Bowser
Wowzer, think I just filled my trousers
Though unlike the lizard I don't lose them to Italians
Cuz after one night girls confuse me for a stallion

Heart of obsidian inlaid with gold
A tongue of adamantium that stays so cold
My life is a story that's never been told
And I'm hoping that the credits roll before I get old


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Another Tomorrow

                       Why me God? 
                          Why must you call me home now?
                          This is not fair.
                          This can’t be right.
                          I want more life.
                       Why can’t I have another tomorrow?


                       Why me God?
                          I have endured what was dealt to me.
                          I have suffered.
                          I have felt loss and sorrow.
                          I am no stranger to pain.
                       Why can’t I have another tomorrow?

                        
                       Why me God?
                          I know I am no Saint.
                          I know I am not perfect.
                          I did the best I could.
                          I always tried to do the right thing.
                       Why can’t I have another tomorrow?


                        Why me God?
                            My time here was way to brief.
                            Why can’t I stay a little longer?
                            My family still needs me.
                            Why do you summon me now?
                         Why can’t I have another tomorrow?


                         Why me God?
                             Why can’t I have another tomorrow?
                              No more pain to endure
                              Unconditional love
                              Absolute freedom
                          Oh God! …Now I see the light.


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War has come , War has come

War has come , war has come,
My home once a gem of beauty , to fires and rage it succumbed,
Powerless i watched , the desolation of man
How evil overwhelms and greed robs one of all sense
Day by Day loved ones fell,
Till our lives became nothing short of hell,
I prayed in silence fearing my inevitable doom,
For the grim reaper lays in wait ,
Thus i have resigned to my fate..

The morning sun arrived,
With the heavens granting me another day,
The screams have gone silent , with no presence of tyranny,
I run through the village searching for a sign of hope,
Till my legs grew weary and my vision grew dim,
I muster what strength i have,
Refusing to become a victim of fate,
Footsteps i hear , approaching fast,
Men with weapons with black souls drenched in hate,
As i look into the eyes of my executioner ,
with the certainty of death,
memories of my life flash , as i take my last breath,
War has come , War has come


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My Love

My love I can not find you anywhere, 
I feel like I lost my soul somewhere, 
because you are my soulmate, 
and us being apart can not be fate. 

You did not leave because you wanted to, 
It just was just something you had to do. 

I was not right, All I wanted to do was fight, 
and knowing you was the love of my life, 
yet I would not make you my wife. 

I know that's what you really wanted 
and now I am feeling haunted, 
by the things I should have done, 
and you being the only one 
I ever loved and will love forever, if it was'nt for me we will still be together. 
 
But you are gone 
and I can not go on, 
so I must say good-bye, I'm leaving myself to die.


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Up Up- Far Away

Faces; one now two,
Fluttering eyes,
Unknown to known,
Some turn away; shys'.

Shy away from flight,
One open now two,
Black view then white,
Mind takes off; flew.

Up Up- Far away,
Shaken to death; damn,
Your head down to lay,
Like a precious lamb.

So Real; Once Knew,
But no known sense,
An emotion unknown;new,
Friction feeling dense.

Glance then gone,
Gone then back,
A prayer to be,
One touch to lack.

The pieces rise;grew,
To save a soul,
Parts out one by two,
Push over now roll.

And Dont Give Up Till ITS YOUR TURN to go.


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Zombie Apocalypse

Nature's gone insane;
Cannibal cadavers creep.
Zombie apocalypse...


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Our Very Own Lies

I can see the truth clearly now, and the truth is we live in a world where almost everything is shaded to a lie. (We act as if we are someone else and just can’t be what we want to be.)
 Truth remains strong that our very own fables cover our very own two eyes. (We only choose to see what we want to see.)
 Only fibs and tall tales are left on the local store corner….for they the only things left on the shelf that we can buy. (Many Profound Truths remain imprisoned while too many lies are out there living free.)
 I look at the ground because I can’t look at the sky; I laugh more with death rather than crying with life. (Shakespeare once said “To be or not to be” but I say F%$k trying “To be” because I’d rather “Just BE”.)
 Living amongst a world of shaded illusions upon the mind eye, upon which we have many wrongs more than our rights, yeah I know we all want peace but yet we still choose to fight. (We long for death but fear it; we want to go away but don’t know what will happen when we leave our loved ones with certain grief stolen away in the night by death like a thief.)
 So why is it so many of us continue to stare at our everyday truths as if we are blind, as if we cannot see our own struggle through our very own lies……..


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That Passenger

Like the best part of a dubstep song
I feel the slip slip and drop then it's gone
Like when we got it on with a double magnum on my dong
But that was a virgin page
And with that tight cage unlocked the rat was free to rage
And you know theres no way to gauge magnitude of the ensuing sexplosion

But at the epicenter of all the mental corrosion
Is that hooded figure, that master of commotion
And as the gas ball sets across the ocean he rises
From cracks and gashes, from shadows and ashes
No target in mind
No friends or enemies
Just hell bent on injecting the entropy
And it is just painfully oh-so-clear to see the swiftness and efficiency at which he commits atrocities
Over the screams and pleas the question hangs;
What can sooth this beast? 


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death

chills spike through my body - hands achy - body numb i reach for it its shiny slick and heavy i put it to my arm and pull towards me quickly red water comes from between the line in my arm i had just made the red comes more and more till it drips down my arm to my hand and off my finger tips i lay back and let the hot tears run down my face this is me


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The incurable decay that is called 'Life'

What is this incurable decay that is called life
What gives us the right to opinions ?
We knew nothing when we were born;
We'll know less just before we fall to our death


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Fine Line

An eye for an eye,
Don’t anticipate,
Visions pass by,
Mark it as fate,
Underneath power,
Death can resist,
Within the next hour,
The makers assist,
Fine line read,
Scars tinted,
Crumbled like bread,
The particles hinted,
One day in,
More to come,
Kicked in the shin,
Up again; until it’s done,
Working for those,
Feeling weak,
Exotic flows,
Informing by leak,
Wordplay prescription,
Double box fled,
Mirror as reflection,
Pushing forward; ahead.


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Danse Macabre

Bite the bullet brave voyagers of war's wailing screams and cries
which terrify not few fighters that tremble not at new nightmares dreamt in somber tents.
The circus invokes its skull clients to its danse macabre.
Behold the skull's countenance contemplating thy face,
seeking to crown thee some forlorn day.
I will dance upon the fields of thy grave, 
I will smile at your progeny,and take to wife thine daughter; 
And together we shall partake in life's debauchery.


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Demise

Every time I sleep; pains on my brain' 
Abolishing my heart n soul lord escort my vein 
From the bounded clouds of this mournful pain 
I can't predict the weather nor the range of the rain
But hope for the station of this moving train 
Thou death is sometimes rude & so insane 
Life remains a distance between birth & death 
That exists deep down in the palms of earth 


Demise, demise, demise; roll your unmerciful dice
Flutter with our lives as we stare with horrified eyes
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, statue into dense ice
Nothing panels your path nor human's wealth 
Wicked calamity that neither cares of people's health
Guilty & innocent souls shall rest on your misty throne 
Plans & creatures will bow & obey to the sound of your tone 


Yet no grave, on the roots of earth, shall hold my corpse down 
I'll dwell with divine cherubs of warmth, & wear my sacred crown 
Emulating implausible angels in the closed doors of heavens town 
So wipe your worthless tears, & rinse my ashes with frosty plums 
Blustering monumental trumpets, accompanied by mourning drums 
While the faultless treasure chest slumps down the mastery ground 
As I tumble in a dim cavernous ocean aiding my soul to rebound


Gushing tears won't refurbish dull coats munched in the idols grave
Bloated hearts shall be restored by comforting pals that are brave 
The sprinkling gates of heaven will sanctify my bones with streams
Consigning my precious soul to a land filled with endless dreams
Confessing all my transgressions; as I knock on the heavens door
While my corpse respite calm on the arctic layers of my odd floor


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We Beat Until We Battered

We sometimes drink and smoke so much We get beat until we are battered 
Our dreams were like one giant wall of glass where upon they were destined to be shattered
 Broken in a heap of glass we now stay occupied where lost souls continue to gather
 Dark yet so desolate living amongst those were nothing in life but a quick death seems to matter
 It seems as if the harder we try the more below we get needing somekind of ladder
 All I hear are silent screams among gossiping chit chatter 
Our truth is getting skinnier while our lies are well fed by the way the are getting fatter
 Crying souls overcome those that are filled with laughter 
The clock for many of us gets slow but our life train to death only gets faster 
Many of us which remain lost in addiction looking for a positive leader, a mentor, some kind of master
 
But when shyt hits the fan we must remain strong even if we just lost someone close and are feeling sadder
 If life is to throw us those curveballs in a the ring then its time stop mr nice guy and get badder
 You must endure the shyt that you got to endure even if it gets your hands and feet a little tathered
 Life can and will get you drunk so handle your drink or let it bring you down until you can no longer stagger
 You must tell yourself **** them and everybody else because you still got skill even if you aint got swagger
 Just tell yourself "**** they judgements" because you know in your own eyes you still look sharper than a dagger
 SO QUIT ACTING LIKE YOU AINT NEVER BEEN MENTALLY BEAT UNTIL YOUR PERSONALITY WAS BATTERED.....BECUASE IT WHAT YOU MAKE IT IN THE END THAT TRULY MATTERS!!!!!


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Innerself

He swifts on by like a moon lighted night. 
He shines bright for a moment in time. 
His arm's always open with warmth. 
His smile always bigger then everyone elses. 
His heart of rage and fire. 
He swifts on by, he swifts on by. 
Who will know the true man within. 
The man thats full of sin. 
No one can, no one can, for we are all just man...


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Armageddon

Flames roared through the nights sky. 
A glimpse of blue still protruded through the flames. 
The heat warmed the mortals below. 
They believed that this was a great night. 
The sky emulated a beautiful red color. 
The color was extraordinary with remnants of blue. 
They believed that they were all safe. 
They were not nearly as safe. 
They were witnessing Armageddon. 
The war between good and evil. 
For no one is safe until judgment day. 
That is the day when the sky will forever remain blue. 
The birds will sing a tune. 
The flowers will bloom. 
That will be the day. 
The day when we will all be ok.


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last breath

the sun goes down,the sun goes up,i was young now am all grown,may i do one last thing before i die.


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Wilted Rose

Wasted wonders of a wilted rose,

By blackened bliss it barely blows,

Glimmering of grace it gave as it grows,

Latent love now lonely, laying in lows,

Oh the wilted wonders of a weeping rose.

 

-7-04-2014
For contest:
Allliteration


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Strong Enough

Each day I cry, you may not know,
One day I'm high, the other I'm low,
But willing to become a star,
The walk of hurt wins; leaving a scar.

As the body falls apart,
I stay alive with the pump of my heart,
Voices speak but I cannot see,
Reality sinking in; and worse it will be.

Fragile touch to minds with death,
Lingering on with my strength; my breath.
I take this walk with few around,
The morning brings false hope, false sound.

Brown eyes may be a beauty,
But looking in the mirror, each days a duty.
Stepping stones while faces shrink,
Dialing each number, each link.

I will be close for family is near,
Disease itself gives each though a new fear.
Crackling down few paths I can now choose,
Although, I help out those with less to lose.

Truth is we all have low points,
Reaching to keep our body working; each joints.
Crumble the pieces,
Iron out the creases. 

I may be close to womething unreal,
I may seem happy; next to my bed I'll kneel,
Letting God know this is enough,
Not understanding why my path is rough.

People start to come and go,
They each have sympathy;but don't really know,
I keep my head up-but lupus eats away,
Making it hard to push reality at play.

I'm far from this world, but live in it,
Lightening flashes; rooms dark; I sit,
Crashing into the night,
I lay my head to rest; with dreams of sight.


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tired losing my way

 And if the madness swallows me whole do not weep nor cringe for you all brought this down on my throat if it takes me ile peacefully be guided for I will now understand what it means to feel peace


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to die

what is it to end to cease the existence of another being or ones own self does pain expel? or is it a sudden forever lasting silence all that awaits violently peacefully disappearing from ones thought of reality to be thrusted into what no one knows of or is able to explain something more than the worlds population has experienced while no one knows how it feels what is it truly to die


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What have you done

I saw you kill her
What have you done
You need to see a therapist
I'm calling the police

Have mercy please
It was a mistake
Don't call the police 
I'll get rid of the body

No now it's too late for any of that
Child I'm going to go get my phone

Boom

You shot me
I'm just a helpless old lady
Why dear child

I won't go back to jail
Not for you or anyone

Don't kill me 
Please please

Sorry it's to late for that


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One Soul Can Change

The thought of death can bring me fear,
The thought of her will bring a tear.
Real as the person sitting next to you,
Growing old but starting young and new,
The world revolves around a thought,
Of money and fame; until your body starts to rot.
Then the world becomes a blur to one,
Seeing the light; seeing which of your ways were right.
Left-right-side to side,
We take on this journey; this ride.
To find answers and truth in the lines,
Looking back at the life liven; and where your heart shines.
So as you read this you have a chance,
To look at your own story; just take the glance,
Because one soul can change its ways,
One mind can make new plays.
Pulling each memory back like a book,
Small eyes squinting to take a close look,
Who are you when no ones there,
Who are you when others stare?
Questions to be asked when death is talked about,
Voices in your head began to shout,
What is life, what is my reason,
Each year passes by; each month; each season,
My body grows older but my heart stays clear
Understanding to over come death as a fear.
As this poem is about to end,
Hold out your hand for a friend,
Pull close and know that life is precious;real talk,
Pull close and know that you walk  your own walk,
The outsiders and can talk about past and the ups and downs,
But their kind of like the funny people on the side; the clowns.
So head up ; feet low,
Arms strong; to get through the tough; now row,
Don't give up just be yourself,
Like putting the old toy upon the shelf,
Become the star that's bright and known,
Become the star that you know can be shown.


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This Week's Epitaph

A child of God, Dane Smith-Johnsen,
From dawn to dusk, no longer diets.
She finally lost weight –
By returning to dust in the end.

© November 14, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen


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The skaldic 2- death has an end

Their poetic justice *was blind
Resurrection's*arms reach for all Whosoever will*welcomes life to gain Love's bride*pain's end of harm no more at all * in awe section
Prose the penalty * for Death's end
beast prophet's false*satan the foe dragon devils*demons descend Lapping lake o'fire*burns to no end death hell grave dead*headlong tossed


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Life after Life

After each
birth eventually
comes the inevitable
death in the physical realm.
In between are blessings we want to last and hardships we seek to halt.
 
H ere we are
A nd here we remain
L ooking for ways
T o stop the progression of time
 
Sentry spirits stand at the gate
Smiling as we sail slowly toward the
Source of serenity
Singing seraphs stop suddenly
Surgeon’s paddles start the heart a second time
Sending souls back to the earthly sphere
 


Entry for Deb’s “Aye, Aye, and a Mistress” contest
ABC followed by Acrostic and Alliteration
* Used the alternate Soup definition for ABC: “A poem that has 5 lines that create a 
mood, picture, or feeling. Lines 1 through 4 are made up of words, phrases or 
clauses - and the first word of each line is in alphabetical order from the first word.  
Line 5 is one sentence, beginning with any letter. 



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can't hide from war

army, bunking buds
good days, drowning deep before my eyes
never to sleep a sleepless night again
God resting every sobbing soul,
His head up high, 
like a horseshoe hanging low, 
I remain, lucky!
falling wounds, under my dearest darkest days
no where to go and hide 
 Death will find me soon,


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She girl

She lives with friends.
She meets her loves.
She starts her work.
She sits as a dove.
She runs her life.
She's got all that.
But then she's found
Dead on the track.


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Essence

Something sinister stalks the streets
Searching the smells at sunset
Slipping unseen, slinking in shadows
Seeking that special sweet snack

She sees with rose tinted glasses
It's secretly stolen her senses
Slowly the serpent approaches
Since now it somehow seems safe

It's sulphurous stench overcomes her
She slumps at once on the stones
It's sillibant stutter, stalling her speech
Stealing her silent screams

Sated at last it slides to the sewers
Entrails slurping inside
It slips it's tentacles into the slime
And settles to sleep of it's feast








Joint 3rd place in John Freeman's 'Most Awesome Paranormal Experience' contest


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The Skaldic 1- death has an end

Bound by the unchained*the brave Scald                                                                Behold though pain*knows sacrifice                                                                          waters hot falls*desires run cold                                                                                     a thrust through awl*thrice the hellish hound                                                     
Poe with poem*pen the ode scold
Destines rhyme chimes *road ends for death wail flail crux impels*Prince of Life Logic of death's* dawns self -destruct Had they had breath*would not design


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Never Ending Ail

He fired rage
I burned for him
He fought a war
I served for him
He lost his life
I yearn for him
The lessons that
I've learned from him
Follow me 

Everyday
I thirst for him
He lost sight of what was real
And I observed for him
When light faded gray
I turned to him
And he turned to me
And I was there for him
I cry down on my knees for him
I want I cry I bleed for him
I kick I scream I plead for him
But no longer can I 
beleive in him

He trusted me
To guard his life
I let him go
He broke my strife

Still I think of him
Now and again
I loved and miss
My life-long friend


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hurt

Slit slice open
cut carve enter
rip rape start
pull power enter
unfold unveil reveal
secrete spilled shaken 
explode embroider envelope
grope grip fondle
pull pry panic
stab stun bomb
decapitate dunk drown
shove sharp fall
skin slink spray
steam stream stumble
jeopardize jump jilt
cream crumple capture







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ELVIS AND PAVAROTTI

Elvis and Pavarotti,
   two attractive singers 
from different countries;
   and both sang divinely!
Elvis was " rock and roll "
   from Memphis,Tennessee;
and Pavarotti a tenor 
   from Modena, Italy!

Both made their mark in music
   singing harmony with gusto;
and at times, Elvis seemed eccentric...
  while Pavarotti a flamboyant maestro!

Legends are made of one's fancy,
   but these two were real;
delighting crowds with their charisma,
   and their lovely wives:
 Nicoletta and Priscilla  
    were there to cherish that thrill,
  to be a big part of their lives...
     even through joy and agony!

 Elvis and Pavarotti...
     names destined for immortality,
 and many  generations
    will be fascinated by their powerful voices;
 and like us, who heard them sing,
    they'll carry on their everlasting lagacy!          


        


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The End

The End

Its inevitable
Nothing good lasts
A new begining
Another word for death
Giving up is so easy
Going overboard
Take out the trash

Tell me what you see
I see the end, I see the end
I see the end, I see the end

Game over
Feeling down and out
Being fired, so what now
Im so tired, Goodnight
Don't let the bed bugs bite
A star burning above 
You and me

Tell me what you see
I see the end, I see the end
I see the end, I see the end

Crazy
Being in love with you
Forever 
Theres nothing i can do
Retreat
Try to make amends
This is the last page 

Tell me what you see 
I see the end, I see the end

By Leonard Napierskie  


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Action Game

A grotesque gamer gobbles gummies grunting gleefully at his game. 
Sounds of slaughter spewing from the surround sound speakers.
The cunning commando combats a clearing 'cross countless cretins.
Validating his victory only after violently vanquishing the virtual villains.


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Salmon

Frothing, frigid fjords
Fling forth fine stippled
Salmon, streaking upstream.
Roe-rich fish, flashing
Fat and fulgent:
Spurred to spawn, to spurt
Then sputter -- spasmodic.
Spectral. Unspared.


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Apart, Apart, in Ever-Dream

I come from Dawn to Night's long mile
Whose boyhood heard the songs of brooks
And mourned the sparrow's falling,
And Hope, those days did lift my wings
As lone I strode the gardened fields 
Of honied labyrinth...
Apart, apart! In Ever-Dream,
My bliss found full at giants feet-
Enthralled, bewitched at Sky's orations
Or what forests deep did tell...
And now the Day's long-bearded trek
But to endless shade proceeds...


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corruption

Chad coats Carla
Carla crazily cries
Cars crash crushing carts 
Chad calls cops
Cops curve checking cars
Cars crushed 
Circumstances cause cries  
Communities clamor calling cops


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See All That You Have Done

Desires, Drive, Deeds
He, Him, Heed
Child's, Chosen, Choice

Regret, Repent, Rejoice
Attune, Always, Around 
Savior, Sailing, Sea
 
Left, Land, Lost
Pitifully, Punks, Playing
Dying, Dead, Death 


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this baby

this baby that is born on christmas day
why is he here
why did he live
this baby was born to take our sins
yet we feast and party christmas
we don't bless this child 
we don't care that he is born
we don't care that he died on the cross
we don't understand what he was for
this baby born on christmas day


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My Mournful Memorial

As I ambled through a maze of stony monoliths
on a manicured green grassed carpet.
My sadden eyes were overwhelmed with myriad
names and dates of yesteryears deceased.
Each encounter confronted conveyed to me
a sad reminder of Mans mortality.
All had some story to tell if they could speak.
Most I hope died naturally, others unnaturally.
Their demise, a mise en scène mournfully staged
for the most part many agonized years ago.
Suddenly like a fated mirage my son materialized.
A victim of a vicious war fought on foreign soil.
I knelt before his grimly, graven grave
and placed a flag and flowery wreath ..then wept.


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Deep

I'm dying inside. 
Shredding to pieces. 
Open me up. 
There's a dark empty hole. 
Deep enough to bury a thousand souls. 
The remains of a thousand lifetimes,lay bare,unyeilding. 
Fatally murdered by love. 
Love lost and not returned to sender. 
Painfull enough,one by one, surrender. 
I'm crying as I cringe in fear or getting deeper. 
I pay no soul. 
The cost of life; much cheaper. 
Cold and empty; with days 
Gets much colder. 
If my head had a heart,I'd lay it on my shoulder. 
Once unbareable,but it hurts no more. 
Just to remember love, 
I'd patch my heart and leave a sore. 
Numbness hurts even more. 
No feeling to explore. 
Just a memory of what was in your chest, 
Now in your head. 
I'd rather hurt, 
Than be dead. 
It's painful memories, 
But only in ur brain, 
If ur heart had sensation, 
U'd feel the pain. 
Ur paralyzed in a sense, 
Yet there's no sense of feeling there. 
Ur brain appears disconnected from ur heart and body 
So there's no feeling anywhere but up there. 
Dying of love,with no possible cure. 
And ur so deep, 
U can no longer endure. 
So u've lost. 
And only can remember what was 
As if love were a crime, 
And now u have to pay the cost. 
An endless rope can't pull u free 
Ur in love deep & dangerously. 
Painful memories. 
An indication of a hole so deep, a thousand lovers can't fill

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Sadam No More { Alliteration}

                                      Bombs bursting bunkers beds
                                       Sadam suddenly soils shorts
                                       Army Airforce Alies Allegence
                                    Condem Country's Crooked Coward









Send Our Troops Home
               Now


           Go U.S.A.
              Hu Ra


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Watching over me

Watching over me, dedicated to my mama
You’re my guardian Angel
You protect me from the heavens.
Watching over me.
I feel your protection,
Also love,
All around me. 
On earth, 
I felt your love and warmth.
I miss you.
But I know one day,
I will see you again in heaven.


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Lonely from anywhere

What good is love if you don’t have a name
What good would you bring if you were the same
I know we could go but you locked the door
I know what you know, or at least you did before 

You think what I think we are the same
You live in your surroundings and we play the game
And I know what you know when you locked that door
You see where I go and I don’t know you anymore. 
 
Now I am left here to fend on my own
Our world has decided that I can’t go on
What good is society if they can make that choice
They don’t know the good that I bring, and so many like me before 

I thought the sky was falling
The rain was coming down
Were you in the midst 
I was lost from all the sound 

And I knew that heros were welcome
What would I have to do now
I am just an ordinary
One man lost in the crowd  
 
Heros come and they go
Though it’s imaginary what they show
This is how we began 
Heros come and they go
But we must stay and show
That we will live again


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Dying Embers

I shudder at the thought 
I dare not think it true
the visions I have of you are haunting me
all that's left is to flee
past the woods and through the hills
where life knows no bounds
where wits and a knife are all you need in life

I shudder to think
I dare not look at you
the visitors of yesterday all gave clues
all that's left are the bones
from your carnivorous ways
where you know no bounds
where wits and knife are you need in life

I shudder at the thought
that for a pound you could be bought
if not for the drought
I might have lived
if not for tears I would thrist
where the dying embers know no bounds
where the the dying flames has consumed all that's left


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Roadside Reminiscence

The sun was shinning and no cloud cover
was in view. Few cars this early traversed
the road making my ride decidedly
safer and serene. I couldn't contrive
in my mind a more beautiful Sunday.
I was consciously consumed, contented.
When suddenly I spotted something steel-
gray not far ahead of me. At first I 
thought that it was the usual soft-shoulder
debris. The closer I came it became
clear to me what it was: a dead gray bird.
I braked my bike, dismounted and approached
it. I stooped and lifted the lifeless thing.
Still warm to the touch, that it could have died
a moment ago. Suddenly saddened
by this find a feeling of guilt arose
within me. Not knowing the nuances,
with bird in hand I began to bemoan
a rush of muted memories flooding
my senses. I stood there alone, alive
knowing somewhere, someone or some thing soon
would suffer the same funereal fate.
Guilty because I live to love this day
sans mother, father, brother and sister.
A cumulus cloud snuck across the sun
further darkening my melancholy.
I grudgingly gazed down at my fleshy
bier, still cradling the feathery corpse.
The cloud continued it's eternal course
across the sunlit sky showering me
with prodigious, radiant rays once more.
I knelt and scooped a shallow roadside grave
and placed the little lifeless bird inside
while elegiac verses passed my lips.
As the last of the moistened earth covered
the unmarked grave I gave thanks to my God
for this solemn Sunday reminiscence.
I hopped back on my bike and sped away
with the profoundest feeling of His Love.


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Yellow Fellar

Poor beautiful yellow snail just enjoying sitting on the railroad rail
So sleek in God's design
Moving so slowly just sliding, slipping along
Here comes the morning train
Well, it won't be very long