when darkness falls
upon moonlit walls
and my eyes close
as i bid farewell to day
when hand from grave
rocks you back
through life's storms
i was bound to the hand
that rocked the cradle
my ship in stormy seas
slapped on the face
yet not by waves
but tasted saltwater
just the same
chilled to bare bone
then swept away
by wind of warmth
an aftermath of storms
an unexpected pause
until the next red tide
bore my name
to this diligent life
i longed to break free
from this anchor
that weighed me down
i swam against the tide
yet i was rocked
though tides have since parted
and seas are more calm
the taste of saltwater
in my mouth
cries out in pain
as hand from grave
rocks the cradle again
Copyright © Sandra Adams | Year Posted 2013
Down an old country lane
Void of fortune and fame
Lies a cemetery long forgotten
Overhead, song birds nest
Lullaby those who rest
While the trees weep tears of cotton
Neath a blanket of vines
Hand woven by time
Old stones with weather erased names
Angels and crosses
Marking loved one's losses
Now trellises covered and stained
The loyal trees stand guard
Over the old graveyard
Like sentinels guarding their queen
As the vines slowly creep
Covering those who sleep
Embracing them while they dream
original poem by Daniel Turner
Not For Contest
Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2016
Barefoot Dream ©
A pair of slippers dance along
the surf line, dank chill seeps into
Laughter and joy stream out
across the endless waves, a
day’s freedom from society’s
Stripped of sock and slip’r
toes clinch and let loose the
sandy floor as it shifts and moves
as in a dance, vanishing under
Dancing on the heads of
ancient warriors, lost sailors,
Foamy wet tickles the ankles,
grains rasp and scrape a
Cleansed in the salty froth, tiny
secreted bones ache with
Sodden cotton slaps the calves
A drenched, forever sound as
the grasp of death’s hand brings
down, down into the blue-black
arms of the cold sea
Butterflies and Bullets
Copyright © Trisha Sugarek | Year Posted 2014
Give Me Wings
Don’t weep or cry for me;
When my journey has come to it’s end.
Don’t call out my name in sorrow;
Just sing a song to the wind.
Don’t remember me with only sadness;
As if all I am is buried in the soil.
Don’t forget the most important thing;
That life is beautiful.
Don’t speak of me in past tense;
Allowing my memory to fade.
Who says that I am not still here;
Perhaps it is you that has pulled away.
Don’t take my pictures off the wall;
Or write my name in cement.
Tell my stories to your friends;
Laugh but do not lament.
When you come to visit my grave;
Don’t lay flowers on the ground.
Instead, sprinkle birdseed;
So the winged ones will gather round.
When the nights grow weary;
And you are lonesome without me there.
Close your eyes and dream;
You’ll find feathers everywhere.
What you feed will continue to live;
What you forget will die.
What you grieve over lays forever;
But give me wings and I will fly.
Darlene Doll Smith
Copyright © Darlene Smith | Year Posted 2015
Cold and dark, the eyes of the depths
glaring at the stars above.
Few dare descend the steps
which reach down to oblivion’s cove.
Heavy, the desire for truth,
like the chains dragging my body further down
unto fate unknown.
Beyond recompense, lies the ruin
sunken to forbidden ground,
now home only to the strangest of creations
and catacomb to the drowned slaves of history.
Will all memories be as this one day?
Ghosts that haunt the corpses of humanity’s ambition?
Black are the bells that once chimed to announce omen.
Buried are the thoughts that walked my mind.
Broken are the tables where ideas once feasted.
Bound are the hopes, eaten by preying sharks of doubt.
Weighing down, the garments choke the breath of life.
There, where insanity was sane, beneath facade’s streams
lies truth, in the sea of forgotten dreams.
Copyright © Robyn Thomas | Year Posted 2013
Alas there is no more confusion,
finally found my last conclusion.
Expect me as if Jesus will return,
from a ghost to a realm of concern.
Your dreams are portals like doors,
welcoming spirits into hasten wars.
Leaving the thoughts without trust,
keeping your fears in much disgust.
And though you sought no consequence,
deeds that confirm a wicked malevolence.
Awaiting in your nightmare of screams,
enjoy what is left amongst your dreams.
Copyright © Eternal Victor | Year Posted 2013
one day i shall sleep
My body still ,had been reaped
cold..., silent..., nothing?
Copyright © Samuel Lovitt | Year Posted 2014
A full moon night
to my delight
what is so wrong
with doing what's right
nothing is right
after so long
no use in complaining
time to move on
The Dream Water one day
might take me away
farther from the comfort
I float on my back
then shut my eyes
my body now sinking
into ocean arms open wide
Now swallow your son
back to his nature
when he is no longer
needed to stay here
the next generation
are dooming themselves
they need my experience
to guide them through hell
Why should I bother
on my own, I strive through
I turn my back on the thought
of bothering to save you
alone in this world
my, is it spacious
I'm finally smiling,
never so gracious.
Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2013
Days and nights napping to sleep.
Night after night to day again, life is becoming shorter and shorter.
Day time naps seem to be getting longer and longer.
Naps so deep, they lay parallel next to only endless sleep.
Naps that protect from the bedbugs and welcome all sheep.
Naps so stuffed and suffocating, you won't even smell your favorite home cooked
Naps that are dominating and so in charge that they only give you permission to wake,
under strict circumstances of suffering caused by the urgent pressure to urinate.
Naps so dark and black they devour they're pitch rite from beneath home plate.
Naps so intimidating and scary that even a yawn will make you weep.
Naps so determined and dedicated, its only guarantee is to eventually transition into
forever, permanent, endless sleep.
Nights and days napped to sleep.
Tony Dean Driskell
Copyright © Tony Driskell | Year Posted 2014
The stones slipped through the great fingertips of God
Each ligure staked its existence on the four corners of the universe
The quadrivial region began to spin and pull into a sphere
And pathways revealed their footholds
The fourth ligure bravely landed in the midst of history
So that one day the future settlement of the second
Would be moved by the last—by the past
Suffering much it stayed
Manifesting in incandescent words
Thrusting evanescence upon the weak
Selfless, it's sorrow would move the merriest
Would move the unmovable
The third lies in the profound valley of mystical guardians
Star-recruited, they are the very light above the canvas of gray
They embrace the stone—are inspired by the stone
The very reflection of their creator was evident
Upon their unremitting glimmers
Unafraid to stare the others down
Motivated and construed by the glower of death
Eyes move fixedly beyond the simple vast
The second ligure rested upon the shoulders of invisible martyrs
The hopeful power it planted on the sufferers was unbelievable
For spectators used their disbelief to cover their ever-placed envy
They never were part of the battle—they merely watched
Always seeing truth
But they never quite absorbed
Like a rock hitting the water
The inevitable fate was to fly and sink
The first of the ligures settled in the very reservoir of Satan himself
Even the very heart of the devil is marked
Though rebellion embarked
The cold stone landed upon his naked bosom
He despaired not to the pericopal truth the gods had bestowed upon him
He merely despised it
But wished not to lose it
For such a stone to fall upon that dark corner—he felt pride for the gracious wound
In truth, there are twelve ligures of stone
And four were dispersed, dropped into the universe
The last eight the great Eternal wears upon his breastplate
And only He can re-move these ligures
-July 20, 2013-
-For Shadow Himilton's Any Subject Contest-
-Thanks for the inspiration-
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013
Forced into grumbling stomach and head throb
It is dark cold emptiness all around
first laid off and then dissmissed from the job
It is a blight on all our light and sound
The wrinkled hours on my both cheek sunken
Driven out from two rented rooms, roaming
Hope hearth home health heaven hell all broken
For food morsels with dogs in the trash bin
Fallen crumbled plundered you all despise
One of our two children is now missing
Wreckage breakage drainage in our void eyes
Moans and groans around the serpent hissing
With our pulverised waves and hungry soul
We are struggling to get back into whole
Vultures on our head and the end hems in
Of your poem, O life, we’re still dreaming
Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2016
Where Tongues Cursed We Did Bind
We fought the devils in steady spells,
and rest between the hammering blows,
and with heart's sigh our spirits tells;
that black shadows fear now knows.
Where tongues cursed we did bind,
with sharp thorns driven in deep,
they countering back in kind;
in short moments we dared to sleep.
No dawn came that entire week,
just night darkness giving its aid,
our doubts we refused to speak;
else needed courage would fade.
Thus we ourselves did then deceive
our souls that doubted what to believe.
Oct. 15th 1979
Syllables Per Line: 9 9 8 7 0 7 7 7 8 0 7 8 7 7 0 8 9
Total # Syllables: 108
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 86
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016
There is no power in death,
great enough to stop youth.
From what must be done,
souls taken one by one.
If God should stand in the way,
clear the path you will go away.
Should I contend with this power,
no choice it is the devils hour.
When the wicked rule in time,
deception reigning of crime.
There will be a stand instead,
where I gather the vengeful dead.
Amongst in Hell that we cower,
our vengeance will grow louder.
Strong enough in legions,
numbers increasing regions.
Then the wicked will fear,
what is about to come near.
No where near closer to home,
inside Hell's nightmarish tomb.
Copyright © Eternal Victor | Year Posted 2013
Come with me, maybe you will see
Go away and stay burrowed in your own pain
Listen to my words, maybe ive got something.to.say
Barrowed time, spend all.of it in one.day
Tomorrows my time, times running out
Your offers i rudly decline, sell it back to you
A fellow.lost within his tunes,
Tune into.the station to here the lyrics amazing
Im.about.to.rise this time
Gonna fly away from here
Places ive made to be feared
Lace up your sneakers
Walk the streets to the bump of these speakers
Who is speaking?
Words i cant hear
Leave me here to stay impure, bet youll cheer
Save me from this place, places cant be saved
Pencile marking the page, erase it so they disapear
Crave this pain, taken to my grave
Just in time, a little to late i came
Im about to die this time
A ryhme for a rhyme
Rely on these lies
Combine all these minds
Whay you get are brilliant minds
Watch your step, take two steps back
This ledge is cracked
A home empty but feeling at home
Torn apart family that never made a menze
Move slow.to your.hole, then be cleansed
Whay i said is whay i meant
Loosing my ways in my attempt
Feel the same, because ive stayed in my ways
Filled my rage, break from this invisible cage
Time has come to pay my dues
This darkness ive walked hoping the sun shines through
Look to him above, may he bless my journey
Things ive done, did for the worthy
Blind and dirty, couldnt have seen this
Vision to blurry, home bound, god carries me out
My words ive spoken
Made the most of this
Filled with hope, guess its hopless
See you around if you come back around,
Hope you dont drown, your sorrow stays inbound
Refined and defined who is me
This cant be so ill just leave
For those i love i shall always bleed,
Just stick.to the course and follow your dreams.
Copyright © Danny Mcsweeney | Year Posted 2017
I go to the wall and I see your name
As I crouch in the corner I know there is no one to blame,
This is life you are born and then you die
As I stare at your picture it makes me cry,
There is nothing in this world that will ever fill
The void in my life as you stay so still,
I knock on the wall knowing you are there
Wanting you to knock back and say I care,
I crouch in the corner and pretend it is all just a dream
My mind knows it is real but, my heart wants to scream,
I sense you there in the beautiful gray bed
Knowing one day you and mother will be head to head.
Written By: Unique Poetry 2012
Copyright © Michelle Born | Year Posted 2015
On my death
I remained silent on my death
All were disturbing not giving me slept
Their cries and wails disturbed my peace
I was floating in great sky deep
They were in blunder showing weep and teeth
As if innocent children do whatever they feel
Prudent men should not show ignorance that much
As if toddlers eating soil from wet earth
Need to understand a process of beautiful nature
With perfect decision to run the world with creature
Everything justifies with demand and supply
Need to blockage if cul de sac to run ease
I was calm on my way not knowing destination
But warming welcome, by self-generated engine
No machine nor fear, vibrant walk with marvellous soul
I did not notice even fear of bursting
No fear of falling because body was dead on earth
Relatives were carrying towards grave
No pain I grieved cause body was without soul
I confirmed all pains were only with figure
Applaud by environment of glow and light
Nowhere I saw neither sun nor moon's light
Seemed full bright daylight on all around
There I remember, might be this abode of heaven
Everywhere peace and calm no fear of explosion
Then I wished to back again in life to exclaim
Instantly felt open eyes in bed covered with sheet
It puzzled me was all those were experience of dream
Wish could it prevail in living beings in earth
Importantly would be better with human beings all
I and my children would leave smiling, then
Motivating all, let us share love while we live along
Copyright © Deepak Chalise | Year Posted 2016
I sensed myself sinking down
Culminating the stuccoes of existence
Crossing denouements of mortality
Obeying the laws of life's caducity
And defying the clusters of earthly brevity.
My nostrils perceived the essence
Beyond the sod
My ears apprehended the sounds
Of heavy metal spades
And my eyes saw the quietus
When the granules of clods broke
And made space for me
To lie amongst them
While my body felt the ache
When I was being gently graved.
I roused to realize
That my sweven
Toured me down
To the afterlife lane
To forgraith me
For the next realm of existence.
Copyright ©: ©7 March, 2016
Copyright © NAYANIKA DEY | Year Posted 2017
Just a sight of my love
With a whisper
That all my dreams
Have come true with her
The colour of life
Changed like the weather
But it was only an image
That caused a blaze
In the cold dying heart
Now I have to live
With this painful dream
My heart cries for her
In a silent scream
Which cannot reach
Upto the loving beach
All the shouting waves
Of sorrow and loss
Absorb my calls
And the broken image
Of my own feelings
On the blood of my being
With every moving wave
I am being carried away
Into my love’s grave
Copyright © V P Mahur | Year Posted 2014
What will you say
If you heard that I have been murdered
Brutally battered on the street of Gudu
That same place where provides me
Both the distractions and the cash
What will you say
If you heard that I belong to
A gang of loose maniacs
Whose chief aim is thuggery and theft
And parades the symbol of black axe
While my kins think of me as a venturer
In a land ayor
How did it happen
Oh Gudu, you who men looked up to
As an avenue for wealth and solutions
Has for a second year running
Become the stage where souls are slain
By these loose maniacs
Some said they heard a gunshot
Another said no, I saw it all
The bullet refused to kill
A mighty stone to the skull did it all
As I screamed and called for help
I can hear the cracking of bones
The bones of my own skull
He who shielded the bullet could not shield the dagger and stones
As I was giving up the ghost
I was caught up in a trance
As I saw my responsibilities
And a clear sight of my dreams evaporating
It dawned on me, my recklesness and irresponsibility
But now the milk is spilt
What will I say
To my creator.......
What excuse would I give
Then I remembered the preacher preach
Of sins and forgiveness
Of hell and heaven
Of demons and angels
Of torments and bliss
Then I was encapsulated in terror
As I know not where my path might lead
Then I heard a voice
But didn't get what it said
Because I had given up the Ghost
Copyright © Chigbo Solomon Peter | Year Posted 2017
There are hands that extend.
Crookedly they creep, their twisted branches reaching for me.
Decaying twigs resemble fingers, fingers that coil in midnight locks.
Ebony hallow, where the beast bay’s at the alabaster moon.
A scarlet cape tattered and worn.
The air is dense, it chokes with stench.
Things rot that lay shallowly buried.
Ebony hallow, where spirits wonder.
Aimlessly they moan with restlessness.
In ebony hallow, blood runs deep.
Rivers of red, bedrock drenched in vibrant shades of rouge.
It numbs you, your senses heightened, the feeling of being hunted intrusive.
God rest your soul shall you ever enter the woodlands where foul play.
Ebony hallow, a cold October, an unforgiving fate.
Copyright © Whitney Hart | Year Posted 2016
Do you ever think about it?
I dream about it.
How will I leave this place?
Will they remember my face?
I believe it's normal to think,
To think about a way.
How will I leave this world?
When will be the day?
Many people can't handle the thoughts.
They can't bear to hear the noise.
They can't think of how the body rots,
The bug and the corpses it destroys.
Getting placed into the cold and dark,
I dream of how it will be.
On top my grave may turn into a park,
Children stumbling round up above.
I dream about it all the time,
What will happen when I pass?
Are these thoughts a crime?
How am I gonna die?
Copyright © Lily Mayfield | Year Posted 2012
he lived in a daydream;
it turned into a nightmare;
he lost touch with reality,
and now he lies here.
Copyright © Ashlea Senft | Year Posted 2017