Death Marriage Poems | Death Poems About Marriage

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Details | Rhyme |

Heavenly bliss

Heavenly bliss

Shawn and Shauna fell deeply in love
And were on their way to be wed
When a car, on that day, took their lives straight away
As both of their bodies, lie dead

But their spirits were both drawn to heaven
As they stood, in front of the gates
Saint Peter was there, at the top of the stairs
When Shawn hollered loudly  “Just Wait"

Now Peter looked puzzled, at Shawn
And said "This is no time to tarry "
Shawn spoke again, and refused to go in
Without being properly married

Saint Peter replied very softly 
"We don't do that kind of thing here
But if you're willing to wait, 
“I’ll see if I can, get it cleared”

Three months went by, while they waited
Saint Peter, show up with a Priest
"I know it was slow, But I want you to know
You’ll be married Forever at least"

As the wedding was getting started
Shawn asked a question, with doubt
What happens here in heaven  
“If this marriage just doesn’t work out”

A silent filled up the heavens
Saint Peter, was shaking his head
And once he regained his composure
This is what Saint Peter said
“It took Three Months to find a Priest
In this Heavenly Foyer
How long do you think, I’ll take for me
Up here, to find you a Lawyer ?”

Copyright © Jerry T Curtis | Year Posted 2014

Details | Ballad |

Till Death Do Us Part

As I look in your eyes
And I realize how beautiful you are;
Now I'm quite happy that time flies,
Because together we can go far.

From what we've been through 
Up until now standing across from you;
When I'm with you there's nothing to lose,
Because I bet you feel the same too.

When I hand you the ring
The ring that will make it forever;
Even when times get tougher than you think,
It will remind you that we're in this together.

Having you in my life comforts me
Knowing that we can be a family;
Being with you definitely sets me free,
But I cant forget to make you happy most importantly.

I gladly take you to be my wife
I'll protect you and guide your heart;
To a place where you can be with me for life,
And promise to be with you till death do us part.

Copyright © Nick Nguyen | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |

A Tempting Fate

(Inspired by the humorous short story, "Angel Of The Odd", by Edgar Allan Poe.)

This young man had just been visiting his mother,
His wife disapproved of spending his time with another,
He grabbed his coat and hat, but not an umbrella,
For, he was quite an unwise and careless fella.

The rain began to pour with thunder and lightning,
This foolish man did not find it a bit frightening,
He was looking forward to a warm hug and a kiss,
Although, it was her cooking that he really did miss.

He quickly jumped over puddles and leapt the gate,
But, little did he know, that he was tempting fate,
He knocked and pounded his fist on the front door,
The house remained dark, though it never was before.

Now, all that he needed to do was simply unlock it,
But, he found the key was no longer in his pocket,
He picked up a rock and shattered the window pane,
It didn't matter to him, if he disturbed their entire lane.

He cooked and ate his dinner, now he wanted dessert,
In his mind he thought, what could one more bite hurt?,
The young man could not silence the feeling to crave,
Yet, that is what would put him right into the grave.

His wife's specialty was a heavenly, angel food cake,
And, into this one, a secret ingredient, she did bake,
A drop of deadly poison to keep her husband at home,
For, she never liked the idea of being left all alone.

He was very much in love with this pretty, young baker,
Yet, she had planned a date with the local undertaker,
Her selfish plans to tempt him, had worked all too well,
His new home, six feet under, is now where he would dwell.

Written February, 27th, 2014  For Craig Cornish's contest - "Angel Of The Odd"

Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2014

Details | Epic |

One Day I Got Married

I woke up one morning, with the smile on my face.
I saw a beautiful young lady in front of the mirror.
She is wearring a pearl white gown.
I stared at her and look around her grace.
Though she's shining like a star,
I can't see a glamour on her self.
Then the crystal water started to flow from her eyes.
I asked myself why...
Every woman dreams to meet her shining armor.
But this lady found a knight with rotten soul.
Walking in the aisle is like heading a death row.
A final moment to put a self in dungeon.
The wedding ring became a chain on her neck.
Wishing all the flowers are tulips and lilies.
A crown for a mourning event.
'Cos I know this day isn't gonna be splendid.
This is the final moment of defeat.
Like a bird broke its wings ,then caged.
More years gone, a new day arose.
I look in front of a mirror.
I saw a pretty young woman,
Reminiscing the day when she worn a gown.
When I checked out the record in their files.
The marriage was void and nulled.
Is it faith that plays a role this time?
Or the world faved to unlock the chain from his hands.

Copyright © Aiyah de Torres | Year Posted 2014

Details | Alliteration |

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.

Copyright © stephanie hanvey | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

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

Copyright © Courtney Courtney | Year Posted 2013

Details | Romanticism |

Commitment till Death Cause The Part

Signed to dwell in a comfortable locked cage where smoke also comes out from ice; moving gradually, taking it page by page, nurture the hunger then you can eat even half cooked rice. It’s like bad costumes but in a beautiful stage or a boring occasion, well attended by funny guys. In comfort, in difficulty, in ecstasy and in rage, on each others skin, seldom disturbing as lice. A year, then some decades and the union is coming of age, but the flavor still remains, due to the preservation of its spice.

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? |

Lady In Red

The Lady in red
awaits my arrival
 The Lady in red
lays and waits
The Lady in red 
never-more so beautiful
The Lady in red
Who is my newly wed
The Lady whose white dress covered in Red
is no more

Copyright © Ezra cook | Year Posted 2015

Details | Dramatic monologue |

For Him

Hi. If you are reading this letter, then i know my wife has chosen you. This is to serve as my last writing directed to you after my death. Please note she has never read this letter. I would like to welcome you and thank you for choosing her over all the beautiful women in the world. I hardly know you but I'm willing to trust and respect your presence in her life and that you'll bring nothing but joy. Strongly i hope you feel exactly the same as she does, after all she chose to give you this letter. No one can replace our love, but that does not mean you should build a bridge between my past life with her. Do not attempt reshuffling her heart, empathy, sensitivity or replacing what i planted in her heart. Our tree of love will continue growing. Please take good care of her heart as it’s not billable. 

Her tears of joy are always ready to explode. Every night has been a page in our love book. So please do not change the theme as you will be forced to adjust the ending. I so much wanted to continue writing our book but i had to off ramp my journey with her as the cancer was forcefully blocking my way. She doesn't know that. My fingerprints on her smiles never got damaged and the footsteps i wrote on her body never sounded fictional. If you look at the corner of her lips she owns no dark secrets. She gets rewarded for every risk she puts her family in. Her wheelchair has never had a flat tire, but if it does please contact bible services on psalm they fix everything. 

What i noticed is that she loved checking up the Christianity call centres within the bible phone book. The numbers will never change, only agents do so keep encouraging her to make calls. She used to randomly open the book and choose a page with her eyes closed. Even though she sometimes looked lost she always found the right pages. I hope it’s not too much to ask, but please allow her to visit on our birthday and that's every three days before the New Year. That is the only time i could turn to the other side on my grave. Plus the funeral cover promised us non of its pillows in my coffin. Do not make yes an answer to every call made by my parents. We owe them nothing, infect i haven’t spoken to them in ten years. 

With all that said she will blow your mind if you let her.

Thank you

Copyright © Raymond Ngomane | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

Forty Lost

Time moves on,
and soon will tell,
when asked for whom
they ring the bell…
 Forty lived
…and forty lost,
you left before twilight.
When it’s half as much,
at twice the cost,
you’ll  bask
in perfect light…
We live in castles
…made of sand,
we come as a stranger,
but leave as a friend…
Remember now,
your last first kiss,
those times will be
profoundly missed…
Your smile indeed
could cast a spell.
You learned to
play a bad hand well…
With all our hopes
and dreams in tow,
we are old too quick,
and wise too slow.
Life’s an elaborate
complex dance...
Would you live again,
if you had the chance?
 Copyright © 2013

Copyright © Cole Banner | Year Posted 2013

Details | Verse |

An Anatomy of a Dying Marriage

An Anatomy of a Dying Marriage 

Allies you thought you had for sure 
Often turn out to be not 
And will get you best and worst
When you are lost
You wonder how you couldn’t see 
That they were no true allies of me

Men trade promises of long term dreams 
To get what they want in the moment it seems 
Although these moments can last for years 
While the promises, deftly put to one side, dry and crack 
Rivers of tears accompany dying dreams
And for them, along with your marriage, you must grieve 

At these times worst is the fear
That in the coming years, there will be no new dreams 
But exhausted you will reluctantly ask, is this all bad?   
Remember dying dreams end in too many tears
Do you want that in your coming years?
Or something which will contain less fears?

Conversation becomes something the two of you 
Can no longer achieve 
It’s not that you’ve already said it all 
It’s just what you’ve said before, for however long it seems 
No longer works

The house dies, the flora on the curtains  
The sterile tiles, there is too much air filling these rooms 
It feels thick, and stifling 
Everything is so still 
Can the dead ever come back to life?

The house is just a place to store your things
You can feel homeless even when you have keys to a door 
And a job to pay for it all
Yet there you are chained to this place that feels like a morgue  

You wonder where you can possibly go
To fill a few hours, to avoid going home
Ultimately ending up somewhere (anywhere)

Maybe in these times you will find 
A hidden ally, a friend indeed 
Who will humble you with their truth 
Which you have to accept, however hard
Because what they have to say is for only you 

And you will ask yourself 
How did I not see or hear these things before?
But you were surrounded by those 
Who had an interest in 
Keeping things as they liked them 
During the good times and the feast 
While they thought of you the least

Anna Archichek 

Copyright © Anna Archichek | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

How Much Do I Love You

How much do I love you?
As much as the ocean loves the sunset while gentle waves of passion slowly caress the rays of joy and hope.

How much do I love you?
As much as a new born child loves the warmth of a mother’s breast while nursing upon the life that gives peace and comfort.

How much do I love you?
As much as the earth loves the nurturing rain that pitter patters upon the parched grounds waiting to drink in Heaven’s love.

How much do I love you?
I love you too much to let you go…
And I love you so much more to let you fall into the hands of Jesus to care for you until we meet again.

How much do I love you?
I love you so much that it seeps from my eyes to dampen your face…
As time and pain separates us until again we embrace each other…

How much do I love you?
I love you so much that every tear I shed will be the salve on every crack of my broken heart and every memory we share will forever keep our hearts as one.

This is how much I love you, and so much more!

By: Pernell Rodocker

Copyright © Pernell Rodocker | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ballad |

Another space in time

My light has been dimmed. My branches', broken. My leaves fell off, one by one. And with no light, I suffered. The cold bit me in the night. I found comfort, in the darkness. It loved me through my pain. Even though your world kept growing, mine remained the same. My love has never faded for you. It never changed. 
 Your beauty kept me going, kept me strong. I felt like a blade of grass in a country song. Your hair blew with the curling wind while singing a beautiful love song. Your heart was beating closely with mine and I succumbed to rhythm that would beat through time. I am yours and forever, you will be mine. We will love again closely, when you reach my space in time. I was always yours and you were always mine. I leave my kiss upon our sacred time. Remember my love, my faithful vows. I'll always be with you, enjoying your smile.

Copyright © Falone Cole | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Eternal Breath

With bicycles and a big shoulder sling bag
You were there, at the other side of my fence
Throwing the paper toward me with a smile
Awarded me with a wonder-stricken time lag

I remember, you were ten and I was eight
It was in 1940, our first met
So soon later we allied
And all these times, I always sure that it was truly a fate

I remember, it was on an anesthetize Sunday morning
You put a ring on my finger when I was just seventeen
We started riding our life together in a rollercoaster of emotions 
For years you are my one and only paperboy prince charming

Today, on your grave that is shrouded by Autumn leaves
Knowing that our love surely went on endlessly
I smile and take another breath in the eyes of eternity
A splendor moment, for our memories, far away from griefs

~ Shirley Candy 
Indonesia, 11/05/2013 05.36 AM

Copyright © Shirley Candy | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |

i remember love

i remember the dark night sky filled with small orbs of light.
i remember a second sun rising in the hushed ashes of the night.
i remember the haunting echos of a lonesome a song of beauty.  
and your voice bouncing  with laughter and joy.
i remember smell of the climbing, wild ivy.
i remember soft gazes at the dancing lake.
i remember your hand gently placed in mine, warm and soft. 
even now that you are not here with me or with any one,
i will remember your love, in my heart forever.
 in this life time, any life time.

                       ( by august about rainbow girl)

Copyright © Amanda Brown | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |

Till death do us part

You close your eyes
While roughly breathing with sighs
You Touch the forehead 
While tears moist your plead

Your day is ending 
As pain you are enduring

Uncontrolled pain
We are descendants of Cain
Tomorrow will also pass in vain

I cannot touch you
But I want to hold you
I can give you no help
But remind you of our only hope

Irritation and distress
You deserve to express
Anger and disappointment
I accept as my commitment
I respect you from my heart
Till death do us part

Copyright © Felicia Jarvis | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

When death do us part

If I go first
Don’t weep and reel
or let sorrow fill you.
Keep your tears.
place my picture on the mantel,
remember summers in the sun,
and smile.
Though I won’t see it
it’s comforting to me now
to know you’ll remember me
with joy.

If you go first
I will not cry.
I’ll be dry and dusty. 
like a forgotten room
in winter
I’ll keep your photograph
on the pillow
where your sleeping head should be
And dream of when
we were young and smooth
and love was all we knew.

Copyright © Kaye Locke | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

The Affair

A warm embrace
And a lingering touch.
Skin meets skin.
The rustling of sheets,
Fingers tangled in hair.
His lips against mine,
My lover and I.

The slam of a door 
And my heart sinks.
Red of passion turns to red of rage.
Angry screams.
Drunk words.
A taste of copper on my tongue,
White sheets stained crimson

I look,
My own glassy eyes stare back.
You move on, you forget.
I watch, I wait.
I can never leave,
Never touch,
Never breathe.
Silent screams echo,
Cherished memories tinged with red.
I watch, I wait.

Know that the cross you clutch so often
Will do you no good.
I'm watching, I'm waiting.

Copyright © Reshma-Kate-Meserah-Blanca FARR | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Bon Voyage

tattered, yellow napkin
softly settles into the murky lake
as it absorbs it's last spill
our names in gold, still legible

this ring, never fit, seldom worn
"I love you" etched innermost
I know you do, I just couldn't say it much
now I can, but you don't hear

it's cold out, especially on the water
our favorite time, autumn's change upon us
our old craft, tattered sail I told you I'd fix
before your birthday that never came

now why bother, It's the final voyage
a muted splash as the ring follows
and I sit, shivering silently in the blue dusk
the cold urn between my knees

now raised, and poured
a cloud of dust, your earthly remnants
ashes to ashes to water to earth
our dreams unlived, dissolved like you

in the muddy waters we once loved
nothing left for me: no us, no time
I follow your lead, but not softly, not muted
a last gulp and it's really not bad

Sinking, thinking, wishing
watching our boat bobbing beneath
silence is screaming, I gasp
I'm warmed as I see your smile.

Copyright © James Nichols | Year Posted 2012

Details | Ballad |


Summer's late,
I am left here to die, 
Stuck in a phase, 
And time wouldn't fly. 
Asking me to change, 
What do I be?
More like you?
What's in it for me?
Do I be a two faced man,
Or a ten tongued woman,
I'd rather be,
Alone & Inhuman,
She's selling my soul,
She's getting her gold. 
She's got an endless greed,
More of me she needs. 
A soulless man,
I do what I can,
Kill me now, 
Like you kill my men,
Kill me in the middle of my dream,
So, I won't feel the pain. 
If you see me in a piece,
Shoot me again. 
Summer's near,
For her it's a fear,
She has to now bear me,
For I will be near,
In her home,
And on her bed,
While she's dreaming of others,
Inside her head. 
Asking me to change,
This summer breathes a new life,
Look at her face,
Doesn't look like my wife,
She's already found,
Another man,
I'm a soulless body,
I did what I can. 
Shoot me now,
While I'm alive,
Let me watch my blood,
Can't take anymore of this world. 
All the kids playing outside,
Oblivious of this ride,
This ride called life, 
Death is my wife. 
Summer's far,
I am closer to death hour,
Do I bury my grave,
Am I so brave?
Or do I find a rope,
My only hope, 
One thing agreed,
By all the wise,
The best advice. 
Let this summer,
Take away my life,
And breathe one in her,
My beautiful wife. 
I have nothing to live, 
I have no place to stay,
Where is the light,
I don't see the end of my day. 
I've got her by my side,
I'm promised her the best ride,
She's smiling,
So hard, I know she's pretending.
So, I take a gun,
Shoot her in the head. 
I promised her,
This one last ride,
A beautiful death,
To my beautiful bride,
Drifting away,
Into the Sunset, 
Love is an illusion,
Built in your head. 
Shut all the voices,
Shoot yourself instead. 
Summer's here,
And I am not there.
The price for her lie,
We've both died. 
She's getting her gold. 
She's got an endless greed,
More of me she needs. 
A soulless man,
I do what I can,
Kill me now, 
Like you kill my men,
Kill me in the middle of my dream,
So, I won't feel the pain. 
If you see me in a piece,
Shoot me again. 
Summer's near,
For her it's a fear,
She has to now bear me,
For I will be near,
In her home,
And on her bed,
While she's dreaming of others,
Inside her head. 
Asking me to change,
This summer breathes a new life,
Look at her face,
Doesn't look like my wife,
She's already found,
Another man,
I'm a soulless body,
I did what I can. 
Shoot me now,
While I'm alive,
Let me watch my blood,
Can't take anymore of this world. 
All the kids playing outside,
Oblivious of this ride,
This ride called life, 
Death is my wife. 
Summer's far,
I am closer to death hour,
Do I bury my grave,
Am I so brave?
Or do I find a rope,
My only hope, 
One thing agreed,
By all the wise,
The best advice. 
Let this summer,
Take away my life,
And breathe one in her,
My beautiful wife. 
I have nothing to live, 
I have no place to stay,
Where is the light,
I don't see the end of my day. 
I've got her by my side,
I'm promised her the best ride,
She's smiling,
So hard, I know she's pretending.
So, I take a gun,
Shoot her in the head. 
I promised her,
This one last ride,
A beautiful death,
To my beautiful bride,
Drifting away,
Into the Sunset, 
Love is an illusion,
Built in your head. 
Shut all the voices,
Shoot yourself instead. 
Summer's here,
And I am not there.
The price for her lie,
We've both died. 

Copyright © Alhad Barbadikar | Year Posted 2014

Details | Lyric |

Til Death Do Us Part

Feeling the breeze of your breath caressing me. 
I stand at attention of your every need. 
All that I yearn is to be your desire, 
trapped inside of ecstasy. 
Wanting and needing you to be a part of me, 
no sense of time or place. 
My only purpose at this time and space, 
is to for fill every thrill that you crave 
Until we part to our grave

Copyright © Kellie Thomas | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme royal |

In a hotel room

Eons ago, in a hotel room, I came face to face with doom! Danger did loom There in that dark room! A ghoul seated on a broom Appeared in the bedroom And sprinkled some gloom On my soul, so in need of a bloom! Ready to be my bridegroom Our union to be proclaimed in the ballroom He called out to the groom To have a festive lunchroom! When I found strength to be a boom I called out with my heart's zoom And my Lord removed my gloom By dissipating my cursed brume! Eons ago, in a hotel room I begot a boon, and a re-gloom And my soul began to re-groom For at last, I had found my real room!

Copyright © Anoucheka Gangabissoon | Year Posted 2013

Details | Verse |

'Till death us do part

It's easy to kill
a relationship.
-don't talk!

It's easy to kill a relationship.
-Don't walk 

Scan the grass on  the other side.
It's always greener
-from a distance!
Choose separate paths.
Travel alone
or build a home
away from home.

Don't give!
Stand on your right!
Paint a black picture.
a reputation. 
Tear your own house down.

It's easy to kill a relationship
and sometimes.....
it's just as easy
to build it!

Copyright © Jennifer Phillips | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |

Last Goodbye

Pages of my life turn by
Pictures in my mind survive
Memories in my heart flow
The chapters with you are closed

Children all grown with children of their own
Houses from small to big to small were home
Living was filled with laughter and tears
Days passed so quickly into years

God Bless the day I first met you
With one look I always knew
You were the one I loved, you were made for me
Now I am left with our precious memories

Those days when bills went unpaid
But somehow we always managed to save
That old Chevy that had to last one more year
Our first home our first child erased all our fears

We had each other and we were strong
Together we thrived, life was our song
I stand by your grave with misty eyes
I close our book with my last goodbye.

Copyright © Fritz Purdum | Year Posted 2014

Details | Couplet |

Was I Ida Strauss

I have a fear of drowning in deep waters, dark and cold;
I dream the waves are parted revealing Death's threshold.

I wonder, trembling in my bed, if another life I've known;
is there a body beneath the sea, dissolved, bone of my bone?

                        * * * * * * * * * * * * * 

We boarded the Titanic, her maiden voyage from the shore,
just the two of us together, me and my husband Isidore.

Grandly cradled on the ocean within the ship of dreams,
unaware an ice tower waited in the frigid, black extremes.

Roast squab and French ice creams, champagne and caviar
were the first class luxuries, sailing on beneath the stars.

Near midnight the vessel shuddered as though wounded in the heart;
we waited captain's orders to load the lifeboats, disembark.

"Women first!" the crew commanded; older men could also go,
but Isidore would not depart, the truest gentleman I know.

He entreated me to leave the ship, but like Ruth of long ago, 
I replied, "We've lived together many years. Where you go, I go."

We faced Death as we faced life, companions to the end . . .
climbing the staircase to heaven, hand in hand with my best friend.

The story of Isidore and Ida Strauss is true; they were first class passengers on the Titanic. Isidore was co-owner of Macy's. My connection to Ida is fiction.
The grand staircase on the Titanic was called "the staircase to Heaven."

Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright, June 22, 2014

Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |

Farewell To Jimmy

Farewell To Jimmy By Mark Spencer Michael got to the hospital A little after three. His flight arrived at two AM From Nashville Tennessee. But his son was not responding, His vital signs were weak. The boy was in a coma, and The prognosis was bleak. The doctor was less than hopeful, He didn’t want to lie. So long deprived of oxygen, Meant James would likely die. And sure enough at three AM, The boy went to Heaven. A victim of iniquity, He was only seven. How could this tragedy occur, Who would take Jimmy’s life? The sheriff took Michael aside, Said sir, it was your wife. When Jimmy went to sleep last night, Your wife came to his bed. She took a pillow in her hands, And placed it on his head. She pressed it over her son’s face, And held it very tight. She didn’t let him draw a breath, Until he ceased to fight. She later told my deputy, Her voice without remorse, Your son was a reminder of What ended in divorce. She was charged and sent to prison, For the life that she stole. The consequence that she would face, Was life without parole. Michael returns to Jimmy’s grave, At least twelve times per year. He brings fresh flowers every time, And drowns them in his tears. The boy was caught up in the storm Of mom and daddy’s war. The victim of his mother’s choice To hurt his father more. Divorce has many casualties, Our children most of all. The roles they play can be extreme, Like weapons in a brawl. And no amount of battles won Can justify this wrong. For temporary victories Never lasts very long. The scales are balanced over time, And truth will come to light. Surviving children learn the parts That they played in your fight. That’s when the ground beneath your feet Starts to shake and shimmy. Like it did the day that Michael Said farewell to Jimmy.

Copyright © Mark Spencer | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

Heaven in Hell

All people that on Earth do Dwell
if you have sex you'll go to Hell
unless of course you share a ring
then God will let you do your thing.
But you of course must play the game
that hypocrites shout in his name;
the rules are clear you must not stray,
don't question God, it's just that way!

But who interprets God's true word
the story really is absurd,
his rules of course were set in stone
by Moses looking for a home.
But even he thought they were crap,
his temper led to that mishap
when even stone was forced to break,
the rewrite.... just a second take?

In name of God, from broken stone,
we must not stray from those at home
or you will find without a doubt
that from your home you'll be thrown out.
But was it not another deed
forbid by God let Eve conceive?
For only when he cast both out
did birth of Mankind come about.

All people that on Earth do Dwell
if we have sex we'll go to Hell.
But when we're in that deepest pit,
as long as everyone can fit,
I'm sure we all will have some fun
where with our friends we're joined as one
and maybe when down there we dwell
we'll share the Devil's wife as well!

Ivor G Davies

Copyright © Ivor Davies | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

The saga of the dusty road

The Saga of dusty roads of Utah 
(To the memory of Don W. Esplin, father of Kathryn Esplin-Oleski)
= =
There he was playing with some mild explosives, 
in his own backyard, a resolute boy he is; 
the June month had swelled like the taut belly of 
a neighborhood lady; the boy wanted to be 
a scientist which he became. He, of course could not 
envision that all these sepia dust of Utah, 
the noon backyard and a young scientist’s narrative 
would be remembered by his explosive daughter 
and a strange Indian was going to pen a saga. 

Alfred Nobel was smiling from a page of a book 

The boy rolled a cigarette, the smoke’s curlicues 
swirl up to grain the picture. A blast almost choked
the bright blue jays and robins. Defused sun slanted.
The end of the road was just an end of the road 
where sun could meet earth, warm grass shook off the heat 
and the covert window of the farm house would yield 
a father and son talk. Strong argument on
future, on an university, on money 
on a world that could differ in generations;
of course the boy, as a father, understood 
his girl, then living apart. But distance is in heart.
He would grow up midst dreams. A quirky wind would blow him 
here and there; navy, marriage and science, 
pharmacology and marriage again; a gust
of wind would take him on a ride that, if he could 
read this he would have said, resembled his truck rides 
down the roads of Utah. But at that point of time
he was wide awake inside his misty night’s sleep 
and an American novel is shooting up 
its multiple heads in search of fresh oxygen. 
The waves of moon were enjoying a full tide.

=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar

Copyright © Kushal Poddar | Year Posted 2009

Details | I do not know? |

A Marriage and A Death

                           A Marriage and A Death
Girl lives a mystery,
While dead had lead a history.
Bride see a beautiful dream,
her groom on a white horse,
ready to give her what all she wants.
Dead see a dream,
To be buried where fountains are near coffin,
To be greated by flowers often.
Bride gets married, and
to the house of groom she is carried.
Here, the flowers have left the pot,
A journey begins, to meet the god.
Let’s do some prepration said both,
This is the only similar thing said the dead lady taking an oath.
We both are having sindoor,
Lots of jwellery and solemn phool.
The conflict that makes us different Is,
You wear a saree colouring red,
And me white, I am off to bed.
You are also separating from your family members,
Same as I,
Its a bit grumble.
You were also picked up by men of same height,
Same as I,
And the difference was of red and white.
Bride mrs. Brawn was taken to the home of mr. brawn,
And the dead reached a place,
Where land was brown.
Finally guests welcome the bride,
And members near the coffin cried.

Copyright © Jasleen Sodhi | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Till Death Us Do Part

What! A divorce? Why?!
What do you mean
you want to move on?
Do you want to break up
this marriage of 25 years?
Now...after two teenagers at home?
What do you mean
you need more space?
You live in a mansion
for Pete's sake.
What? you want to do your things,
Experience life,
Meet new people,
See new places?
Well, who's stopping you?
You have been pretty much
on your own all these years;
And here, I have been slogging
like a donkey 24/7/365
making more money than
you can find ways to spend.

I knew not when
our kids grew up,
I worked hard,
Day in and day out,
so you and kids can live
a life of comfort and luxury.

Now, you wanna leave me? Gee!
And take half of MY blood and sweat?
Nah, not even a dime!
No sirree Bob. Nope. Nada.
As long as I am alive,
Not a thing. Not a chance. Zero!
I'll fight tooth and nail;
Only over my dead body!

P.S.: Millionaire John Doe was tragically killed
in a single car crash apparently of brakes failure.
He's survived by his wife and two kids.

~Second Chance" contest by Broken Wings

Copyright © Abdul Malik | Year Posted 2014