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Details | Free verse |
Just see
How fearlessly
Sunshine is seated
On the  gravestone

And the caring breeze
Whispering to the loneliness
So absolute
Beneath the tombstone

A paleolithic stone
A meaningless silence
Guarding utterly alone
The desiccating non-existence

Here lies she
Neither sad nor happy
Decaying gingerly
Enriching the earth

Are all doors locked
The moment we breathe our last
Then why the philosophers and scientists say
Energy is neither created nor destroyed

Happy earth
Taking her in with mirth
Smilingly giving birth to
Green pink and yellow

Coz her  face chiselled
Poetry in her dimples
Aggression in her pimples
She made the flowers bloom

Where there was just thorn
Dried hay on broken bricks
Rude words from unwashed mouth
All stared with amazement

Yes when she had her words and breath
Flow of life like a brook
Never dreamt of lying buried
Knew her life in wavelets only

In her looks
A cup of morning tea
A mug of evening coffee
Fountain pen and notebook

One who gave so much
To life and society
Will stop stay put and still
Useless skeletons?

In death too
To herself she is true
Providing nourishment to soil
Making room for red and violets

I look in wonder
You are still writing poetry
In these flowers of skeletons
Colours of desiccation

I am sure next spring
Here in this green cover
A Cypress will grow and spread
A recognition of yours rieker deeds 

Now the afternoon is still here
Moments are tender and pale
Shadows are coming and going
Stillness of accumulated past

Intense is darkness
Beyond death of life
Like when a love
Suddenly ceased to exist

As I remember your face
I earn freedom from this cold ice
Your warm cheek and palm
Are still a vibrant support

In death you lie down here
Stay reassured
In life you are in our thoughts
Whenever a candle goes out

Whenever we run out of candles
We look for you at our centre
You never disappoint us
Ever lighting us a candle

This way death awakes in life
Cypress grows on lonely graveyard
This way shadows of deer and cheetahs
Rise in life to engage our eyes

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Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2017




Details | I do not know? |
 Less than twenty-four hours after dashing off a poem 
   explaining why i wanted to die
found me experiencing physical duress vis a vis, 
   a bowel movement wherein waste unable to expel 
   from the anus of this guy
which bout with rectal obstruction 
   found me doubled over with lower abdominal distress 
   whereby comfort found me unable to lie
down nor sit upright (with back padded with pillows 
   against the cellar brick wall), 
   thus severe bloating a bonus well nigh
and managed to muster the means to bare 
   frigid arctic vortex aire to purchase 
   the Acme brand Metamucil, which akin to Drano doth ply
thru the excretory tract supposedly loosening the stools, 
   which optimism (product didst earn claim to fame) generated a sigh
if that expressed intent to cease LivingSocial would try
humph enjoining this lvii year old married male 
   to cede victory to the grim reaper, who would vie
as winner de jure to this common fellow invoking libretto 
   ohm resistant understudy waste not want not 
allowing, enabling and providing relief, 
   without successful defecation 
   despite the oppressive urge to bolster this Uriah 
heap of balled up and tuckered out five foot and ten inches of lovely bones 
   thence mouthing retraction of former thought to cease existing
though a non-bull lever in any power broker qua mankind
   relief at long last provided posterior answered prayer 
   yet, this scrivener scrutinizes his recurring pain in the ass jagged torture
   and asks a rhetorical one word question "WHY"?
 
 
 
 

Copyright © matthew harris | Year Posted 2016

Details | Lyric |
Dedicated to my Dad who lost his short battle w/ Colon Cancer on June 18,2013

I hate you Cancer
Your vile evil and cruel
You don't care who you hurt
I'll never forget that day
I'll always hate you for it

Your heartless Cancer
You took someone important from me
Someone important from others too
Took people who didn't belong to you
I hate you for it

You disgust me Cancer
You had no right to take him from me
He mattered more than my very own life
I hate you for taking my Daddy
I hate you for taking others too

I hate you with a passion Cancer
You took part of my heart with him
You took part of my soul that day too
I hate you for it
I hate you I hate you I hate you

I hate you with every fiber of my being 
Go back to Hell where you belong
I hate you, others hate you
Your not welcome or wanted here Cancer

I hate you more than his doctor's
I hate you more than God
I hope I get to witness that day
Witness the day you fall
And you will fall Cancer

You're gonna lose the battle one day Cancer
I'm gonna laugh and dance around your grave
You'll finally get what you deserve 
And you'll never be able to inflict your disease on another soul


Sabrina Niday Hansel


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Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel | Year Posted 2013




Details | Rhyme |
Gazing out upon dusky barren moor,
Where gray grass grasps the air
Finding no purchase but sad allure
Straight stalks elapse their endless despair.

Teased by tales of golden reach
Tricked by gales, whose song they preach.

Redtail’s velvet wings breach the sky,
Maroon lips who kiss the grass
Stirring the song, its desperate sigh
Catching the words, her beak of crystal glass

Behind her, midnight shadow draws
Fells her beauty with unseen charcoal paws

Scarlet tears dampen the earth below
Nurture the roots held by dusty truth
Finally, the wind, gray grass’ will bestow
The hawk once, now the fountain of youth.

Litany of silence reigns in dusky glare,
Each blade bowed in mournful prayer.

Copyright © Avery Swarthout | Year Posted 2015

Details | Dramatic Verse |
*Walking among the tombstones
*Conversing with the dead
*Alone, crying at a grave
*A woman on her knees, bowed was her head

*Her hair was dark
*Her eyes were too
*I couldn't help the strange feeling
*That this was a woman I knew

*As I approached
*I quaked with fear
*And in the blink of an eye
*The mysterious woman disappeared

*Curiosity got the best of me
*I threw caution to the wind
* What I saw at that stone
*I could not comprehend

*My breathing became erratic
*Tears fell from my eyes
*My heart sank
*As I read those lines

*Here lies Valerie
*Mother, daughter, sister, and wife
*Such a pity and a shame
*She took her own life

*Her mind and spirit broken
*Her heart was shattered
*So tired of being worthless
*To him not one moment together mattered

*Couldn't close her eyes
*Her nightmares carried her fears
* Suffocated by lies
*Drowned in her tears

*She could still feel his heart beat
* and hear his breath
* she still felt her hand on his face
* and his head collapsed on her chest

*She gave her last breath
*Praying and begging for one last kiss
*And to hear him say he loved her
* to feel the fire and emotions she had missed

*A love she once knew
*So real and rare
*So strong yet so frail
*Forever they were to share

*his promises were broken
*he chose a different life
* living for everyone else, without her
* he walked away and let her go and didn't even cry when she died

*My hands began to tremble
* What I began to realize, I just couldn't believe
*I had lost her so very long  ago
*The woman who had vanished was the me I used to be...

Copyright © VALERIE THE HEAVY HEARTED POET | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
The innocence is transfusing
and overturning 
the goat skin drums
children of the mills,
children of the junkyard,
alone, 
and savaging
and we keep filling them with
mercury, nitrate, espestice, baby bombs
blasted out of their shaved heads
scared,
and foraging

Copyright © Blake Holland | Year Posted 2015

Details | Sonnet |
A Demon Confesses


I shun the light and do so cast the stone, 
rot the meat , ravenously eat the bone
Cut my way deep in every man that falls,
eat my thrills as my victim mercy calls!

Shadows, adorning my cloaks worn with pride,
once entered I rot the mind as I ride
Pain and agony my pets serve so well,
my purpose, sending 'em all right to Hell!

Long claws my daggers I do finely shine,
accept my gifts, your soul then is all mine
Dark laughter is my sweet joy letting loose,
long is you wail, your head is in my noose!

I too, serve my dark master very well
loyal demon, freed from the bowels of Hell!

Robert Lindley,
 no date- Edited today, shortened to a sonnet 
written so very long ago!

Note: 
A taste of dark,
demons a reality so very stark,
I write safely within this brilliant light
spewing truth out to win another great fight..-08/24/2014

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014

Details | Narrative |
In Dunkersfield Lies A Neglected Grave



In Dunkersfield lies a neglected grave
 last vestige of a precious life gave
No massive stone to mark the resting spot
of a simple man that gave all he got

Town people say they knew him so well
 had big secrets he'd never dare tell
One was about a child he'd never seen
 bastard son of a lady named Ilien

Others solemnly swear he kilt' a man
 beat him with that mighty right hand
Hard truth lies somewhere in between
 his life imagined and one he had seen

Ole Stoner Ace was a gambler for sure
 had lots of women, none were too pure
Worked that farm, won on a lucky bet
 hard life even for a tough combat vet

No church did he ever bother to attend
 lived alone with not a single friend
Money sent to pay for nephew's school
 kept his secrets, was nobody's fool

Christmas night he died old and alone
 his savings given away, every penny gone
Good deeds he always kept to himself
 bad maybe but he always was topshelf

In Dunkersfield lies a neglected grave
 last vestige of a precious life gave
No massive stone to mark the resting spot
of a simple man that gave all he got

Robert J. Lindley,  01-23-2015

NOTE:  Poem was written based upon the real life of a friend's uncle. 
A tough old bird that had quite a reputation. Lived a wild life as young man 
and had served time in prison for beating a man to death that had stabbed him in 
the back in a barfight. My Dad knew him well. Told me that he was an upright guy 
that came out of prison and left the wild life behind.
Sometimes life just beats the hell out of you and if you are lucky you still
manage to survive!

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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 | I do not know? |
In the attic, above wooden floor,
through the hallway of psychotic, locks upon my door,
near the broken window and glass of the sore,
hiding in the shadows,
bloodstains on the wall.

 Number nine,
house at the end of the street,
where lights are low,
where silent never sleep.

Copyright © Miche Ulman | Year Posted 2013

Details | Acrostic |
Long arms of tender compassion
Oneness of embittered Humanity
Visceral faith was your salvation
Encompassing all vain materialism
Lenitive of the corporal punishment 
Illuminating a hope encrypted in a
Necropolis of suppressed ideas 
Extruding life from deep darkness  
Seeping rain from saturated soil
Sedative of every entombed soul

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2016

Details | Masnavi |
Where am I going?

Where am I going? There is no sign.
     There is no body to make sunshine.
There is nobody that I can trust.
     There is no proof that can be just.
There is no desire, there is no game.
     There is nobody but me to blame.
There is no death, there is no grave.
     There is no power, in order to save.
The place that I am going, where is this place?
     Nothing seems real to leave a trace.
There is no trace, there is no clue
     They promised heaven without they knew. 
I am so lost within my mind 
     Nothing but pain kept me confined.

Haloo
10/2015

Copyright © Pashang Salehi | Year Posted 2015

Details | Narrative |
Fear is my pain alone.
Death is what you wished, 
so now let  me go.
In my remorse I am scared no more.
For this pain and fear is all I have,
left to show.
When you bury me let go,
of what love and hate,
you have left to show.
For Fear and Pain is what you deserve.
No longer in my remorse.

Copyright © Tanner Anderson | Year Posted 2013

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 | Senryu |
sun shines bleak, cold winds whip
death's sting floods her tender eyes
daddy is laid to rest

Copyright © JoanMarie Peranteau | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
I have conjured you into existence and now, you are a raging tempest in my mind’s eye. I shudder at the mere thought of you and your embrace... Will you lay waste to my whimsical heart’s content?

Though I wonder in and out of states of dazed confusion… I still keep reaching through the violent winds of change that knocks me to and fro. My soul is the left shaken by your swift flooding of my being… How can I overcome that which is not seen with my rose tinted vision? For my stricken eyes are not as they once were, instead I envision and feel your figure close to mine and it is blinding and binding.

What say you, beautiful melancholic creature of my own making? I wish to have no respite from you… I will be free… I want to be set free from these furious shackles around which I am bound

Copyright © Bongisa Grey | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |
Seeking accompany- Zamreen Zarook
 
I kick to wonder what made me to cry,
Am really writing as a fry,
Myself launch to be dry,
This ink will be a victim for my cry.
 
What really went wrong with me all these day,
What made e to forget my last day,
I realized I jumped out of my track yesterday,
So I regret for that, what is called as present today.
 
Happiness have started to wave hands for this sinner,
Sadness have started to move inner,
The faults that I considered as miner,
So far changed as a miner of a winner.
 
My face was a comparison to sunlight,
Where as my routine changed it to moon light,
I wish to get that twilight,
As a sinner I started to search for that enlight.
 
I started to enjoy what is right,
I remade my faults as a kite,
I wished it would fly apart from my  sight,
My system said, you are free from your rubbish weight.
 
It proved that I always should depend on god,
In whatever the variation of my mood,
He is there to clear my victorious road,
So, I started to live according to His code.

Copyright © Zamreen Zarook | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
Can I catch you
Can you stay?
Forests at wood
There we play
A gentle hand 
That fixed the dress
Brushing tears back
Saving stress
I can not bare
The oaken wave
Only memories
Can I save
I miss your hair
And what it covered
More than a mind
God knows I loved her
The ghost I knew
She rests away
I can not catch you
You can not stay.

Copyright © John Paluszek | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
I stare upon December's moon,
and wonder why some leave so soon.
When news hits us like shattered glass...
Can we believe what's come to pass?
When we aren't meant to understand...
Then who are we to judge God's plan?
As he sifts through the sands of time...
Was this really by design?
Will we get from here to there,
and know it when we do?
Will we greet our flesh and blood,
and those we never knew?
Remember those that mean the most,
and hear their voices ring.
Then shut your eyes...and listen close,
and you'll hear an angel sing...
 
 
Copyright © 2007

 

Copyright © Cole Banner | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |
The acrid sight of my inner soul;
The unjust punishment I release when bored.
The wrathful fist I unleash to all I despise.
Along with the belligerent eyes I use for demise.

I am ballistic like a tornado,
An earthquake from the roots of my feet;
Along with the crater I form with my finger,
I destroy you, but make you linger.

The Raving face I show above,
I show the face of Armageddon and the voice of Satan.
The anger of the soul, the anger of MY soul,
IS THE ANGER THAT WILL ERASE YOU, UNTIL YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A HOLE.

Copyright © Michael Soto | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
You think you’ve gone just far enough,

I could smile knowing you’ve gone far enough that you can’t go back again

You think you were careful but,

I’ve caught a glimpse of your true, wretched form

You think you can find a way into my good graces

I’ve seen what you are, monsters with a friendly costume

You can’t deceive me anymore and, I don’t consort with serpents

You think I’m a game to be played but, trust me, you could never win

Don’t underestimate me

You think I’m a joke but, trust me you won’t be laughing

You think I’m just talking myself up but, trust me, you’re the ones going down

My eyes took too long to adjust

Better late than never

It may take a monster to know one but, I promise my teeth are sharper than yours

My first reaction to the hideous revelation that was your form was to weep

Fall to my knees, maybe even wretch my heart from my chest and onto the carpet

Then I thought about the mess it would make

I decided the only blood that will spill, will be your own

I was not weak, but I had a weakness

A heart of soft gold stitched to my sleeve with care

No longer

Now my heart is a stone so heavy

I could kill at least two birds at once 

Being the nice guy is a thing of the past 

Thanks for freeing me of that softness

You thought I was all sunshine and delicate things

When really I had just been swallowing razor blades

Now that sun is setting and I hope you see it was you who were wrong

Can you feel my darkness coming, because it’s eager to hold you

If you thought I was the one who would just stand still or turn to run

Your gonna be the one with tired feet

I’m not sad anymore

Just sick with the plague of your lies

Contagious, and I’m looking for someone to kiss

Even angels can make themselves wicked

When we do, we take no prisoners

Still think I’m a game

This one is just beginning

Copyright © Alexander Schwartz | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
Snakes came upon the garden bhour
waiting for the family for an hour 
a long journey was faced
a curse shall be placed
upon the house in the desolate side of town
its getting closer to sun down 
darkness was all around
blood started pouring from the snakes' eyes
until one dies 
the house became a torcher chamber 
there was demons and ghosts surrounding the house
as if someone was a mouse
it was odd that it was the Sabbath
the demons murdered all the family in the house
a note from hell was placed upon the door 
written in the blood of a whore 
the letter unleashed goblins and ghouls 
and other horrors that no mortal has ever seen before
they started killing each other and drinking their blood
darkness crowds the old shed 
an evil witch formed in the shed cursing the ghost out
then a tornado came and sucked the evil out
and now the town is in peace again

Or is it...

Songs from hell started playing from the sky
a thunderstorm began to emerge
but why?
was this the end 
or something far worse
could it be that the devil himself was taking over our planet
the sea started to rise 
serial killers roam free, terrorist bomb the U.S., and pollution 
death oh glorious death is all over our little earth
aliens come from above 
killing people and ripping their hearts out
and for what?
So that the government can make money?

Copyright © Blake Holland | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
Sinking in deeper,
No way to escape,
The dark and scary Reaper,
Fore told in the Book of Life.

Is this my end?
Will I ever see the light of day again?
No. My wounds, I must mend.
I must find my strength.

Stand my ground,
Face my fears.
Only then will my voice be found
I must survive.

Break the suffocating chains,
Run from the darkness.
Power will fill my veins.
I will Fight!

Fight the painful names,
The horrid memories,
The demented games 
And escape My Black Abyss.

Copyright © Jewels Chavira | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
My Little Boy Lost
by Katherine Huffman
Hello? My son, are you here?
I can't see you, I can't find you, why aren't you near?

As I walk the streets in search of you, 
I feel a pull, a tug, not sure what to do.
I passed the park as I looked for my boy, 
Even passed our play spot, but in my sight, not even a toy.
After everywhere I thought that I could go, 
There was one place, but it can't be right, this is all I know.

Hello? My son, are you here?
I can't see you, can't find you,
Why can't I feel you near?

This evening begins as I lay to rest my head, 
There are some things I'm unsure of, 
Like making your tiny bed.
Oh God, whats happening, haven't I counted your toes?
What about cradling your head or kissing your little nose?
What are these things I am unsure of, have I even done? 
Where are you, where are you my precious son?

Mommy lays here, in tears, her face on something cold.
Where are you my son, it's you I need to hold.
I've searched all day, it's turning into night,
I'm tired, I'm lost, but I still won't give up this fight.
My eyes start to close, slumber is far too near 
If I fall asleep, I may miss seeing you my dear.

Next thing I know, as I wake to the sun.
Wondering what it is, what has been done?
As I sit, my eyes focus, I start to look around.
Then, for some reason, they are drawn to the ground.
As I look, I see what has become,
This can't be, what's happening, where am I my son?

That cold my face last night laid upon, 
Was a marker, with your name, 
Of your body my little one.
Those things I wasn't sure if I'd ever done, 
Were but the memories, I'd hoped to make with you my son.

You were here, I know you were here 
My beautiful, precious son.
You were in mommies arms, such a little one.
As though it were as simple as reading a book,
I start to realize
These tangled webs have become unhooked.

That tug, that pull that led your mommy here, 
It was your spirit, it was your soul, 
It was your heart my little dear.

Here you were, here you were, 
Right with me, so very near.
My little boy, my son, 
Mommies little one was here.
You see? You led me where I needed to go.
For it was well past the time,
To accept this I know.

I feel a tug, I feel a pull.
I feel like I need to hurry, 
Like I have to go.
There is someone I remember,
I need to get to I know.
He's a small one, a little boy. 
He's your brother, my son, 
He's pulling, he's tugging, 
Needing mommy my little one.
I have to leave, I have to go, 
To find my baby, my son.

Oh Thank You my boy,
For bringing me here.
For letting my mind begin to see clear.
You showed me the way, 
I now see the light.
I am so close, so near in this dark night.

So here you are, here you are, 
With mommy, my baby is so very near.
You are in my heart, my mind, 
And this little brother of yours, my dear.

My little boy lost, my little boy lost, 
it's you I have found.
You were there with me,
as I slept on that ground.

Hello? My son, are you here?
I can see you, mommy found you, 
In my arms I hold you so near.
I've bathed you, I've clothed you, 
And cradled your head.
I counted your toes,
I bent in and kissed that little nose.
As you fell asleep in your bed.

Without him, 
Would these be memories
we are making my dear?
Without him would mommy, 
Be able to hold you so near?

We have a little angel to watch over us for all nights.
In spirit, with us, his soul,
Our endless guiding light.
He's your big brother, my son, my precious little one. 
He's right here, a part of you, 
Never again to be gone.

My little boy lost, my little boy lost,
It's you, I can see.
I have to Thank You 
For guiding me!

Copyright © Katee Surface | Year Posted 2013

Details | Couplet |
From deep within a silence grows
Vastly spreading, yet no one knows
No one knows of what's to come
The Feeling is sudden, then it's done.
Often with pain, fits of sorrow
The Feeling leaves nothing, not even a morrow
With much haste, take one last breath
We all succumb to The Feeling of Death.

Copyright © Don Davidson | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
The image I imagined,
Alas! It has not passed. 
For I am afire with carnal desire, 
unquenched and dying fast! 
My sweetest bane, I shan't complain- 
you are my Love, my Death, my Pain! 
Through my heart, a stake! Oh, do indicate 
the grave where Love was lain.

Copyright © Just That Archaic Poet | Year Posted 2014

Details | ABC |
Coming Clean

Suppose  I was your inner self
the one so determined  to fall,
you wake each day  with a frown on your face
blaming it on all others after all.
 
But suppose this person fell from oneself
became a shadow to leave behind,
Could you or would you find happiness
leaving old memories on the sidelines.
 
Honestly with life so short  why take part
in hiding in misery  day after  day ,
why  fold  yourself  into a crumbled  mass
yet  crying  within of  needs  deteriorating  away.
 
Tell me how hard do you work 
to make others see your pain ,
for maybe they would understand why
if you was trying to be whole once again .
 
Arms  reach out and you slap them away,
makes  you once  again embracing your pain .
to refuse  the  help sent  your way,
and you refuse  again and again.
 
What is  so bad you cant come clean
to  find life is what we make it to be,
What is so woven into your mind
where even your shadow  has become unkind.

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Copyright © tej singh | Year Posted 2014

Details | Quatrain |
I wouldn't have loved anyone more than her,
and it is no secret that flowers make any mother smile,
when she takes them from two hands that care;
I honored you, mother with my thoughtfulness and pride.

Either in early adolescence or in late childhood: 
did I see a single trace of profound sadness
while you gave me all those caresses and kisses 
when I was asleep in my warm and tidy bed.   

Beautiful and adorable mother, I was your gorgeous boy,
and in all honesty, you must have loved me a bit more
than the four girls who were lovable and obedient as I;
and in all fairness, they equally shared that incredible love.

Only your portrait can make that memory relive in your child;
I stare at it and suddenly light comes flashing at me: 
the happiest and most radiant smile God ever created so lovingly...
to make those tender eyes forever live in this smile of mine.

Sweet and gentle mother, be that comforting angel who will embrace me 
when uncertainty and sorrow will make me desperately mourn;
don't dry all these tears, but take them to the merciful Lord:
as my gift of infinite gratitude and immense love that I express so deeply.

Before I brought you crimson roses, the flowers that made any mother smile
to thank you for your sacrifice and devotion: did you see your son's pride?
Today I don't bring those roses, only yellow chrysanthemums to your grave: 
to embellish this unadorned tombstone on which I will pray, weep and grieve.
 

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2009

Details | I do not know? |
My best mate went to see a voodoo Dr
he wished upon a voodoo spell
i went to the cemetery to visit his grave
i was searching high and low until
i found my mates head stone
i smoked a joint and blew the frost 
off a couple of cold ones.
I dug up my mates grave only to find
it was filled with filthy worms and decaying
human flesh.
I sat back blew a joint i heard my mate say
don't stand over my grave and weep
i am not their.
I looked up and saw my mate looking like a
zombie what a mess
i always knew he had a thing for sweet
smelling blood. 
But this was over the top my mate had no
life in his eyes  i touch his skin it was ice cold.
I believe he sold his soul.
will my mate be walking the earth forever ?
like a vampire or feasting on the bones of the dead?
Beware of voodoo spells

Copyright © Bradley Cox | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
I didn't get to see your sweet face
I didn't get to feel your embrace
I didn't get to hear your cry
I didn't get to say goodbye

I didn't get to call you by name
I didn't get to rejoice when you came
I didn't get to show you beautiful things
I didn't get to hear you sing

I didn't get to show you new places
I didn't get to show you new faces
I didn't get to see your smile
I didn't get to have you stay a while

I am sad with all these things I didn't get to do. But I feel blessed with the one thing I did get to do, was love you.....
Goodbye my little one, just know that you are loved....and missed.

Copyright © Karah Jowders | Year Posted 2013