Grave God Poems

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Details | Haiku |
Brewed tea
Wife and myself
Nothing between us
He was metamorphosed 
Into a frog
When his wife had left him
I needed
A lonely woman
Thousand years back
She shivered
In yellow sun
Struck by her coyness
God travels
With three suitcases
One for me
I kissed
Her frostiness 
And my lips turned icebergs
The bed
Gets embarrassed
At our nakedness
Her hands
Stopped me
To pick evenings
We two rested
In a cave of Kundalini
Behind the waterfall
The alien woman 
Travelled six moons
To deliver her baby in a burial ground 
An eagle swoops
On a field –mouse
Tables of wedding
The woman kissed me
I felt her hollow ribs
As if in a spring dream
The woman’s hair
Struck by a gale
Made waterfalls
My wife locked
Me one fine evening
In my neighbour’s hole
The rats are away
When mice take in
My wife’s clammy face
The summer rain
In exasperation
Took wings to raid the moon
Lolo my wife
Her green sleek steps
Thundered an innocent fly
In the dead of night
God made two wives
One for me one for my neighbour
My neighbour’s wife
Delivered a child
When I was asleep
The woman said goodbye
And I took a fish for dinner
I mistook it for my wife
My wife is a canvas
Where I paint
My forebodings
A painter’s apprentice
In sheer foolishness
daubed in red my wife’s rear-view
A squirrel saw my wife
And in haste
Lost her guava 
I was caught in neighbour’s bedroom
By my wife last summer
I lost my glasses
A wolf entered the graveyard 
And annoyed my wife
Sarah my wife
Dizzy commuters
Sarah wed me
And in brief forgetfulness
Greeted my neighbour
A tiger ate Sarah my wife
It happened by accident
The tiger knows
Morning bell
Wake up call
I want to sleep
Pola my pet fly
Fouled things up
She ate my wife’s breakfast
My dog Pintu
I set him free on my wife’s posterior
Eons ago a butterfly
Gave birth to my wife
Now, a caterpillar 
A hard slap
Hurricane Sarah will win 
You have gathered enough winters 
Woman sighs
Leave one for me
The woman flapped her wings
To clouded mountaintops
Silky as white


Copyright © RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY | Year Posted 2014

Details | Haiku |
Summer storm flooding

in city cemetery.

Moving day at last!

Author notes: This is a Bible-based Haiku. To understand it please read 1 Thes. 4:16 and 1 Cor. 15:52 

Copyright © Darlene Gifford | Year Posted 2014

Details | Dramatic Verse |
My Dad was Chicagoan.
He would light up a room just like my Mom. 
He loved to fish ! He loved his beer .
He also designed a Octagon home in the 70's 
Built custom by hand . I was very proud of Dad .

Alcohol hit our Family , a curse .
He left my Mom when I was 14 in Illinois.
To renew in California , leaving a trail of tears .
Meeting my step mom , my sisters age .
My 2 sisters they were accepted in her world . 

Not I , I looked too much Like Mom . Told this all my Life . 
She a petite Beauty , RN , real estate Broker .
I did not see why it was wrong to be like mom ?

I moved in with Dad, His new Wife , and 2 sisters 
eventually . All three women were competing for my Father .
I was kicked out at 16 yrs.

Years do pass , you try and accept people places and things .
At the end of Dads life , he was calling me once a week .
I ordered a Engraved Clock for the Fathers day coming.
This was a issue for the Wife and sisters , never invited to his new home , 2 Decades ~My little Brother & I , never wanted .

Dad passed suddenly one sad Spring Day . Not one word from his wife , all 3rd party,  how and when,  Dad Died . being denied the right to his address , even to say goodbye .
Not being able to send my engraved clock . 

 "Dad Passed " received call  from sister whom just stayed a week with me ,  I took her all around the sites here . "1st day I get call , you should come , 2nd Day after , Dad's been cremated already . " It was a lie.

I went anyway , finding the funeral home, the Funeral Director was appalled at the denial displayed.

He insisted I was given 10 minutes alone with Dad , my Birthright to say Goodbye , he was in dismay over the Hostility towards a daughter ~

I get to this room of mean relative's. His sisters , Mine, angry looks , hearing from a Aunt "What is she doing Here ! " I can't give nor reason or rhyme. 

 Shame to you and all that participated that wicked day.
 Are you Glorified with Power?  Denied the right to grieve , 

 Left with no sane answers to give in hatred received by Blood . Some , just Spouses , telling me I had no right to Say Goodbye to my own Father , My DAD .

My Dad wanted me there , I know he did . I love Him and will never forget , his youngest girl whom looked like Mom . I know in my heart and dreams he speaks. 
 We all see when we leave . May God not allow any Son or Daughter to go through such Evil.

Thank-you Poetry Soup for returning my voice .

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

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

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

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

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

Copyright © Tom Valles | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
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 | Dramatic monologue |
She's highly sophisticated and full of undefiled wisdom
Yet a crowned Duchess in a paradise kingdom
Quite a beautiful angel flying with black wings
Covered in gold jewelry and precious things
She dresses like the women of ancient Egyptian class
Her wealth is generous and her money grows like grass
She loves orange scented candles with dark room flame  
She rules thirty legions of soldiers and Bune is her name
Her comely warrior voice can wake and relocate the dead
Her armies of soldiers gather around the cemetery
She is brave and deserves a princessly crown on her head
Her facility of speech and flair for words is legendary
A beautiful queen to be treated with respect and honor
Instead of blasphemy,wanton abuse and fictional horror

Copyright © Bill Kim | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
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

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

Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
Tarot reading I desired.
She flipped each card and the world was before my eyes.
I thought that the spread would not have insight.
However, the cards did not lie.

I don't know this personally.
I am not one to believe a darn thing you tell me.
You are after something that does not belong to you.
I do not need leadership from a damned fool.

I would meet the fool in the world.
His tales would be told via our love.
Oscar was full of s***.
He knew the exit.

The gateway to technology expressed his ideas.
He seemed to believe he open doors for me.
I have learned him well.
The Tarot Reader showed me the High Priestess.

I would meet the fool in the world.
Therein, skill, logic, and intelligence would transform.
A new generation has come transgressing the old one.

Not to cheat myself, I will be succinct.
The Tarot 3 card spread Justice, The Lovers, and Death.
Suppression is an element that disallows a liberated mind.
Never to be fooled by love, the critical times will appear.
Righteous, herein, is within the Lord's omnipotency.

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |
My Sins – Zamreen Zarook

Oh God you are so gracious,
Am a guy who have done since in capacious,
At times I have being as a carnivorous,
But it charged ages to identify as dangerous.

Since are being committed behind the screen,
Even it started at my thirteen,
Mirrors used to say that I am evergreen,
Whereas my since were always unseen.

In enormous number I have executed,
But for every count, high privacy was aborted,
Simply because of your blessings we are bracketed,
If not, we are already being quoted.

Oh God, I understood your kindness,
Here after I won’t commit since in others absence,
However much chances I get to access,
I will always have heaven as my address.

Copyright © Zamreen Zarook | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
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 of familiarity 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

Details | Rhyme |
                                Let me say that the family involved still tend the grave to this day;
There in the brook, face down he lay;
While the log train slowly continued on its way.
When he fell, he had hit his head.
Yet no one realized that the man was dead.

He'd been to town for some fun and drinking,
(Or so those who found him later were thinking.)
The ride back to the logging camp was pretty rough,
And the train's vibrations probably threw him off'

Two hunters in the woods in a light rain,
Came across his earthly remains.
Who he was they had no idea,
But they knew they couldn't leave him there.

They dug him a grave in the midst of the wood,
With a river rock for a headstone, it looked pretty good.
Every year, these two returned to care for that site,
Clearing the brush and making sure all was right.

They continued this task as long as they could,
Then others took over tending that grave in the woods.
The annual trek requires about an hour all told,
But the satisfaction of serving is worth more than gold'

His name, his family, or the place he called home,
Have, for more than a century, remain unknown.
Only God knows whether he was lost or saved,
But be certain that He knows the man in that grave'

We will all end up like that logger some day;
We will also be forgotten in a similar way.
Our lives should impact the lives around,
So memories will linger, once we're placed in the ground.

Tooting our own horn isn't the point of this story,
But rather, being remembered for displaying God's glory.

                                                                                      Arthur Ball(H.S.L.P.)
                                                                                      June 15, 2006

      God Bless all at poetry keep up the great poems, Amen Robert.

Copyright © Robert Ball | Year Posted 2009

Details | Lyric |
It  was  for you and me,
That Jesus left His throne,
Bore the scourge and agony,
Shivered His flesh and bone,

It was for you and me,
He took the awry tour,
Towards the dreaded Calvary,
Summed His tortured  hours,

It was for you and me,
That Jesus bore the cross,
Paid the greatest penalty,
That death supposed be ours,

It was for you and me,
He wailed the gloomiest cry,
It was for you and me,
Jesus was nailed to die,

Oh, that you and I may see,
Our wickedness beyond measure,
Jesus to set us free,
In our stead bore the torture,

His love mysterious great,
Knocks  the door of all men's heart,
His mighty power recreates,
Renews our lives whole to restart,

It was for you and me,
When on the third-day death sufficed,
The savior left His grave,
Victorious he arised,

He rose back to His throne,
Sitting by His Father's side,
Prepare! He's coming soon,
Today is to decide,

Copyright © joselito asperin | Year Posted 2007

Details | Rhyme |
The man filled with hat and power
All those innocent people were given a gas shower,

So many lives with dreams and families
Because the man saw all of them as enemies,

How does one man get to choose to end millions of lives
It makes me sick to see ans watch the torture his doctor did with knives,

These experiments on children and women everyday
He would use formaldehyde and wood just to see their limbs decay,

The suffering had no limit of harsh pain
Some poor souls were so skinny from starvation they couldn't sustain,

To keep living as normal human beings due to the torment and cruelty they felt
It is not their fault they are victims due to the cards they were dealt,

Why didn't God step in and fight this evil being
Yes he had Satan on his side but yet no one is seeing,

The doped up crazed man was out of control
He should of been tortured to suffer out in the cold,

There is no amount of torture that could ever satisfy us for his death
If we all could have been there to see that asshole take his last breath.

Written By: Unique Poetry 2015....Dedicated to all whom lost their lives by the hand of Hitler..

Copyright © Michelle Born | Year Posted 2015

Details | Epic |
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

Details | Ballad |
I am a prison in this hospital bed 
Used to wake-up with a cross above my head 
Pity my race will soon come to its end 
My love for them Please send.

A plastic tube between my nose and lips 
Giving me air, glad I 'm sick! 
Gate of the white palace will soon to be closed 
Guardians of the empire seen in the post.

Outside the window of my hopeless jail 
Children playing by one and more than twail 
Deprived of freedom and happiness 
Laying in this bed full of regrets and anguish. 

Doctors said "soon you 'll be okay 
You need to take your medicines everyday" 
If only I can have a second life
I wish I can tell you "follow God's light".

Wish I can get out in this darkest sorrow 
Be most welcome my self for a better tomorrow 
To the King of white palace thank you for today !
Only prayer for you left as my medicine for everyday.

Copyright © Nebuer Peroy | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |
I studied your Word with care, 
and you wrote my name up there.
I knelt before You in love, 
and You lifted me up like a dove. 
I gave this short life that belonged to me, 
and You gave me a perfect eternity.
You rose from your tomb,
So we could forever bloom.

Jesus said to her, “I am the resurrection and the life. Whoever believes in me, though he die, yet shall he live, and everyone who lives and believes in me shall never die.  -John 11:25-26

Copyright © Kim Bond | Year Posted 2016

Details | Dramatic Verse |
The signs are here, for all to see,
The thunder clouds, the dying tree.
The shining lights, that draw you near,
Loud heavy music, in your ear.

By word of mouth, or through cyber space,
The hidden pictures, of your face,
The northern lights, are dancing south,
The rumours you hear, by word of mouth.

The sign are falling, from the sky,
Raining stars, on the passers by,
While the battle rages, on underground,
The innocent dying, without a sound.

The cries of heaven, the screams in hell,
That no one hears, down in this well,
The terrible beauty, the open wound,
The innocent babies, in open tombs.
For all to see, for all to hear,
The blind man's painting, the deaf man's ear.

The birds are falling, the fishes drowned,
What once was up, has now become down,
The tender and loving, an empty shell,
The gross and the ugly, now the rallying bell.

The signs are here, for all to see,
Titanic sinking, on a blood red sea.

More poems at

Copyright © ness tillson | Year Posted 2013

Details | Epigram |
To my parents I did say goodbye, 
Hoping that to them I would never again say hi!

Copyright © Rhoda Monihan | Year Posted 2016

Details | Light Poetry |
What is the third world war?-
"I don't know about the third world war but the fourth,
To fight the fourth,there is no an Earth"
Replied,Albert Einstein,a leraned of worth

The world is ready and armed with bombs
Saying no to all the lives in wombs

"Like cures like"-
The Aborigines of the Australian
The Onkays of the Andaman
The Gond and Koitur of the Indian
The Veddha genes of the Sri Lankan- 
Oh,the tribes of ancient,
Come,for God's sake,in the name of God,come,come!

Copyright © Muhammad Safa Thajudeen | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |
Still fully I weep with always a cross to bare
Sorrow fills me as I look to your stone and stare
Flowers adorn it colors of red white and blue
Flags on each side and your memory still holds true

Your body is gone but your spirit God will save
I mourn you today with tears on your grave

I look down at the rows of others that have been taken
The mortality of it all leaves me shaken
A sea of grass surrounds there final resting place
I’d give it all up to see your smiling face

Your body is gone but your spirit God will save
I mourn you today with tears on your grave

Trees of oak and pine shade their eternal bed
Animals roam freely upon the sleeping dead
The air is slowing blowing then there is a calming cease
I say a prayer for you and hope you always rest in peace

Your body is gone but your spirit God will save
I mourn you today with tears on your grave

Copyright © Kevin Clark | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme |

It’s because of Jesus, that I’m here today!
I will serve him!  All of my days!

It’s because of his mercy, 
and love so sweet…
That I can lay all of my worries
 at his feet!

It’s because of the times
 he’s helped me…
He did this, because
 he loves me!

It’s because of his firm and guiding hand…
Everything I go through…  
He understands!

It’s because of all this and so much more…
It’s him that I praise, 
worship and adore!

This same Jesus is also here to YOU!
Won’t you receive him? 
 What will you do?

By Jim Pemberton    07/29/13

Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013

Details | Prose Poetry |
For What And Why?
By Curtis Johnson

So many people, searching for the elusive.
So many worries, and loss of sleep.                                                              So many doubts about the future world.
So many fears about things we don’t control.

Our days are numbered, there is no doubt.
Why not pause and figure things out?
Or stop to see what it’s all about?

We take meds that will never heal.
We shut our ears to words of steel;
Words that have stood the test of time.
Ways tried and true are in deep decline.

From a world of eye to eye contact,
Via social media, we evacuate.
Why not ‘face to face’, to communicate?
Why not “toe to toe”, simply to evaluate?
We give little time to think and meditate.
For every ache and pain, we medicate.

So little quality, and so much waste.
So little love, and  so little time to wait.

So little hunger for being the very best.
We rather cheat than pass an honest test.

So much thirst for things material.
So much consumption of so much stuff.
Such things will someday consume all of us.

So little time to fix what’s wrong.
We are too timid  to stand alone;                                                               Too tired and weak to be strong.

We fill our hands with papers of sand,
Whose value will never meet demand.

We hate to be told, that we are not bold;                              ……………………   that our hearts are stone and freezing cold.                                                   

Our days are hard, and our nights are long.
We race and rush to places we don’t belong.
We long for a love that we have never known.
We reach our end, seeking warmth like newborns.
And  God?  He’s always there, waiting on His throne.

Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? |
unimaginable terror gripped me when she fell ill
a fear that caused all else in my life to still
words cannot describe the dread that I felt
so for the first time in my life, upon the ground I knelt
in such fear that her soul would leave
I prayed to a God in whom I don't believe
I asked why he would ever strike her dead
I begged of him to take me instead
I pleaded with desperation, sadness and rage
she wasn't even a year of age

it was a sunny day when my daughter died
as if the God who took her was mocking me
I buried her in a shallow grave
for I couldn't bear to stare at her lifeless form any longer
her mother gave me a final kiss
then went to be with her child once again
I pen this with a blade in my other hand
the instrument that shall reunite me with my family

Copyright © Peter Little | Year Posted 2010

Details | Prose |
Beyond The Grave
By Curtis Johnson

The Arms of Justice, so extensive, having no limits
Reaching the lowest depths, and the highest points
Searching out both the perpetrators and the victims
Rendering to perpetrators their reckoning
Granting to victims their rewards

Yes, death will often precede reckoning and reward
Preventing ‘due process’ for victims and perpetrators
But let victims never fret; let perpetrators be well advised
Even beyond the grave, the Hall of Justice awaits
And on His throne, the Eternal Judge there sits

To execute justice to both
Granting reckoning and reward

Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2016

Details | Light Poetry |
(John 6: 39, 40  /  John 11: 24, 25, 26 – 44)

(Excerpts From Paradise – # 3 of 7)

Tombstones Were Rolled Away …
This – Is Resurrection Day!
And Butterflies and Rainbows Rise! …
… on Resurrection Day – On Resurrection Days!

See Teardrops Rolling Away …
This – Is Resurrection Day!
Shout To The Skies – In Joyful Cries!
This – Is Resurrection Day! … Resurrection Days!

This Is Resurrection Day!
These Are Resurrection Days!
Its What We Used To Pray …
And What The Son of GOD Says:

… Your Loved Ones – Smiles
Wake Up Bright Eyes!
Sweet Souls Survived
You Blessed Child

Unwrap GOD’s Gift Of Life Surprise
Exciting Display and Power – Prize …
of Resurrection Day – On Resurrection Days! …

Hear The Gentle Call of The Christ
In The Great New World of JAH’s
Where Sorrow Dies and No Room For Lies
Just Wise–Truth Set Us Free Replies

On Resurrection Day – On Resurrection Days!

* * * * * * *

See The Heavy Weight Rolled Away
No More Waiting and No Delay
HalleluJah Highs From Heaven’s Choirs!
And Earth-Size Tribes In Paradise
… Singing To Enter GOD’s Rest–Revived!

On Resurrection Day – On Resurrection Days
At Last On Resurrection Day ! …

                      Written & © :  9/9/2012

                           By:  The MoonBee
        (A Sweet Hope For My Readers To Be There)

Copyright © MoonBee Canady | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ballade |
Listening to the sounds of ghoulish frights
Six-feet deep but everything is alright
A cruel chill comes across you 
Thank God for top soil….whew
From the street and morgue to the ground
How they all depart with a devilish frown
Cold, stiff, pale and unstuffed
When your soul leaves your body you don’t get up
Hard, lonely, and looking sick
Difficult to say goodbye to and missed
Your flesh is so tensed and complicated to kiss
Life, love, and longevity
Filled with embalming fluid makes you heavy
Flowers, tombstones, and much sorrow
Got to find some black to shortly borrow
A long cloudy drearisome day
Dismal, wintry, and gloomy, God don’t take me away
Death is so atrementous so nigrescent
Black roses are a dead man’s present
When that casket drops it is evident
You are no longer here you’re irrelevant
The extinct, the rested in lovely peace
Sad singing and flower bringing for the deceased
May God bless our souls all these long nights
May God rest their souls who reside at all the 
Many “Grave Sights!”

Written ByA.I.R. Feb.20,2004

Copyright © Andre Rogers | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |

Ah..O God..
How I ended up by
Betting for sale my heart..
At a station no encircle only
But snake and 'two swallowed pebble '
Jumping in my chest as a fish 
Ah..O God..
I became a sand, 
a small finger to squirrel
And.. face of flames to comets
Sharpen her Blade on my neck
Ah.. O God..
How I ended up betting
To sell my grave..? !

Copyright © Fatima Nusairat | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
I am you’re inhumane subconscious.
The devilish whisper,
The frightful whimper
The regrettable temper.

The sporadic thoughts of sin
The undeniable beastly lust within
The scheming fool who in the end, thinks he is going to win.

I remind you of your sadness.
The days you wish you were dead
Thinking of all the things you said that’s locked up inside your head.

Tormenting you while you sleep
Keeping you away from anyone good you meet. 
Because I’m lucifers henchmen,
And I will always be discreet.

I’ll keep you away from your passion
Telling you obscure lies that fills my satisfaction.

And there will never be a compromise because I am in disguise feeding on your demise while telling you that your unwise for the God given life you deserve to have.

I’ll keep you from your dreams,
With my clever little schemes,
I’ll let you know who reigns supreme,
And kill your self esteem.

Because I am the devil’s henchmen,
I am your inhuman subconscious. 
And if you give into me. 
The end is all you will see.

Copyright © Shane Pillay | Year Posted 2015

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Cat peers through my window,
hazy autumn sky behind.
rooftops slumber
helpless in their elegance.

Patterns from a life far behind.
stamp collections,
meals eaten alone, with others
smiling under cover 
of my song.
Overdue library books,
cobwebs swept from corners.
Spider dashes away: 
"No, don't kill it!"

What does it all mean?
The raincoats, bad sitcoms,
falling in love. 
Dust scattered on an empty sea.
We descend
or rise
free of ties.
Without commutes, vacuums
and unpaid bills.
All this I'm thinking,
as the cat stares.
Wonders why I'm in a cage.
Patters away as I finish my tea
and the day begins.

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