Alive Poems

FLAYED ALIVE

The charnel houses roar like famished beasts,
And I walk among their desecrated cemeteries.
The scent of ruin clings to my charred lungs,
My journey in this dimension is sold at the price of blood and iron.

My tainted hands tremble as I explore the memory of my ancestors' scars,
Their hatred of those *****-phobes shaped me.
I chase vertigoes of

7-9-2025

Brilliant it blossoms, 
Struggle and cry out for help. 
Shattered, 
But alive. 

Willingness forgotten, 
Try to huddle as would a whelp. 
I'm not flattered, 
But I survived. 

Killing season, 
More losses, 
Mother may not recognise my yelp. 
Not everyone has heard, 
Feels like everyone scattered, 
I conceded to the night cries. 

Life, The endless journey

Yes, you can see the sky 
        When you alive. 
You sees the colours of sky that 
 may, reminds of the chapter of life. 
      Sometimes you are sad and cry!  
     And it rains from the

per biology:

am i alive?
what classifies something as alive?

    respiration
i am breathing
but just barely
trying to capture any air i can between sobs
    growth
i am growing 
it becomes increasingly difficult 
recognizing myself in the mirror every day
and believing the next age i'm turning 
    excretion
i am excreting 
i sweat

Keeping Love Alive

"Though all have endless love within, many feel they have none until external love shows as fantasies contend." ~~ Poet


I thought I knew love’s emotional pallet,
     then you gathered me in passions ballad
          and my sureness tossed in kinetic transport.
In your embrace,

DAILY GRATITUDE GLAD I'M STILL ALIVE

I’m grateful while living in a country so riddled with guns
where random people and school children are killed every day…
Where we send thoughts and prayers then try quickly to forget…
That I am still alive…and haven’t been gunned down…yet. 

Still Alive

Contest Name: When my life changed
Sponsor: Kai Michael Neumann 
Date: August 17, 2025 


Winds of change arrived at my door without a single hint of rain 
He asked me if I wanted to move to Toronto and I said a quick yes 
Every road leads to Rome when your desperate for escape 
No one knew

9 DEAD BODIES BURNED ALIVE BY GARGANO LAYING IN THE HALLS

THE BODIES REMAINED IN THE HALLS DUE TO THE SMALL EXAM ROOMS NO DOCTOR COULD WORK IN SUCH A SMALL SPACE NO DOCTOR WOULD SQUEEZE A CROWD INTO A TINY ROOM IT WOULDN'T HAPPEN CIRO GARGANO DECIDED TO SLANDER BULLY MY FAMILY AFTER HE KILLED 9 PEOPLE IN THE FIRES OF HELL THEY DIED FROM

Barrier Reef is Alive, Let it Speak

I am the reef beneath the sun’s warm sway. 
A thousand years old, yet slipping away. 
Your nets and ships cut deep into my skin, 
But my heart still beats deep in currents within. 

You count me as treasure, a thing to own. 
Yet I am an ecosystem, of coral and stone. 
Grant me my

Being Alive

Being Alive
Miracle Man
1/1/2025

On January first of two thousand seventeen,
God reclaimed me from death’s certain throes.
Three days prior it was “The Widow Maker’s” scene,
with Sudden Cardiac Arrest both lay apposed.

Now, I celebrate New Years Day for being alive,
I was only the vessel that brought glory to HIM.
Memory of twenty three hospital days I revive,
drinking from a

Dead Or Alive

So many murders it's overkill
but no one cares on Capitol Hill
and some are less concerned
it seems to me
with the killing of the living
(whose taxes pay the wages of sin)
to each U.S. Supreme Court employee
than that of the unborn
or perhaps I should be more forgiving
tho' lives are broken they remain unspoken
on the Washington White House South

Jivanmukta - liberated while alive

We’re seeded as one, polarised as two,
hatched from the cosmic egg, then truly born,
feeling in heart, each and every bliss hue,
that thus in timeless time ego is shorn,
whence light of Self is the glow we adorn.
Having been, seen and so known who we are,
eternal light, shining like the North Star,
what’s imbibed must be assimilated,
else we’ll

The Meadow Comes Alive

The meadow comes alive, dressed in colors,
remembering times when love was newly sweet,
with warm red sunsets embracing lovers
whispering old secrets without conceit,

while daisies dance in the balmy breezes,
and bluebells sing their gladsome summer songs;
wild grass beneath the lovers boldly teases 
now or never, love must win before the dawn

of a new day with rules of

Bones Remain Alive

Loitering around at the expense
of my parents back, 
I too wish to be at the resemblance 
of hardworking thumbs, 
those same fingers that sewed 
the futile grounds back home, 

my mother’s yuca farm, 
my father's dying crops, 
dance taking their final 
waltz with the tumble-
weeds in direction 
where my ancestors 
sleep while their bones 
continue

Alive, But Gone

I love you both with all my heart,
But Mum, you tore that love apart.
You made me choose, you made me cry,
While Dad was left to wonder why.

You spoke of him with poisoned tongue,
Bad words for ears still far too young.
You painted him in shades of wrong,
And made me feel I don’t belong.

He wasn’t perfect, neither

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