RELEASE ME
I was cursed by some old witch
Saying, ‘Life’s a and then you die’
Now tell me why, be honest please
Just don’t tease, share the cold facts
She left no tracks and disappeared
It is weird, but I must understand
This was not planned, I don’t think
Now on the brink of a strange spell
I’m scared as hell, and taken aback
What I now lack is an explanation
An aberration of some natural law
Tell it raw, with no weasel words
There may be nerds who can explain
Once again, rid me of this curse
Recite some verse or wave a wand
It is beyond most people’s skills
Clouded hills are what I now see
So pity me, as I may be doomed
We all assumed it was a blessing
But messing with me was her intent
I do resent such an evil imposition
My vision is already fading fast
At last, can someone apply a fix
No more tricks, just release me
08 Oct 2022, '2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 16' Contest, Sponsor=Mark Toney
It’s a cold, cruel world out there
I’ve heard such words, meant to scare
Yet when inside my home, in here
with family dear there is no fear
Life is tough, and then you die
I’ve often heard this plaintive cry
Yet on the Sabbath Day I find
blessed rest from weekday’s grind
gw couplet June 16, 2022
Without Swimming
A COVID19 lament by Sara L. Russell
25/9/20 at 14:01
Half a summer gone by; seamless tropical heat,
birds singing, bees pollinating, flowers blooming
and no swimming.
All of the pools closed
for almost four months.
What is a summer without swimming?
"A summer without swimming," she said, is like
a wedding banquet without wine
a main course with no dessert
an empty treasure chest
a lamentable waste of half a year."
In fact, the summer without swimming was like
a grandma never visited by grandchildren
a wedding with no guests
a funeral with no mourners
a church with no congregation
a sick patient dying alone
a nurse dying for her professional calling
a person with S.A.D. depression self-destructing
for lack of swimming
with red eyes brimming
for closure of pools
for closure of beaches
for closure of everything.
Life’s a beach and then you die.
Summoned by the sunlights song
Silenced at an early age
Dishevelled and displaced in teenage days
Driting in and out of adulthood
Living life within my shell
And cursing those who dare to dwell
Being taught by lifes endless punch
And never let rules rule my way
The end is closer than the breath
You choose to make the wrong mistakes
Dont worry for there is no time
ssdd latbatyd
same **** different day Lifes a ***** and then you die
Time goes by in the blink of an eye.
First you're born and then you die.
What happens in the in between
is the real scene.
How we think and how we feel
is framed by what we think is real.
We may be wrong.
We may be right.
It all depends on our foresight.
If we believe a thing is true
it will affect what we say and do.
An informed mind,
A heart that's kind,
Guarded emotions,
and daily devotions
help to make a life that's full.
Just take control.
Remember when the bells toll
and the only destiny left is the grave,
the only questions that count are:
Were you brave?
Did you love?
Do you believe in God above?
Did you give or did you take?
Because then it will be...too late.
By: Carole O'Terry Duet
Copyright: Feb. 2016
"All Rights Reserved"
Mario is just a game
that has caused me a lot of pain
get so close and then you die
wish that italian could fricken fly
bowser is fricken rude
no one can even stand that dude
he eats so much he has a 7 foot back
i wish he would have a heart attack
so mario ain't no freakin fun
so once i beat it i'm done.
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
Sometimes I think that life's a bummer and then you die.............
Then other times I think was that me or some other guy..........
Because in reality life isn't all that bad............
And i'm thinking if I really do think that way it would be pretty sad......
And every time I get to feeling down and out I just think about all my great
family and friends...............................................................
And for some reason or other the bummer abruptly ends..............
I think it is a complete waste of time to stress over things about which you
have no control............................................................................
All though it seems when it comes to bummers some people really know
how to dole.....................................
So enjoy every day and be sure to take it one day at a time...........
So this is the way I see things, and my outlook on life so I just thought
I would put it all down in a little rhyme........................................js
The graveyard opens the door's to the walkway,
But only to me,
Take slow breathes and count to three,
Now i open my eyes ,
I see what cannot be lies.
Upon the grave is my name,
As if i opened the door and death came.
I lay in the grave motionless as ever,
My mind is quiet clever,
This has to be a dream,
It must not be,
Laying in the coffin cannot be me!!!
My screams to anyone cannot be herd,
Not even the tiniest word,
From my mouth come's out a small choked up cry,
Life passes fast and then you die.
This is a dream,
I scream!!!
It is not what it seems,
The dream thrashes,
For it has turned to ashes.
I wake up,
Scared as ever
My mind can be quiet so clever,
I see i am still in the coffin,
I yell for help!
But all i can hear is a helpless yelp.
Promises brake like shattering glass
The night cries out for the light
Stars replaced with water droplets
Friends you thought you had were never their
Just reflections in the merrier
Can't catch smoke with finger grabs
And when is all said and done
You remember the real reason you when numb
You cried so hard you almost puked
How could the strongest love you knew
Turn so violently agents you
And when you look around for comfort
All you find is a empty bead and cold blanket
You tried so hard to lessen when others have problems
Yet when it comes time for you to unload
Everyone seems to vanish, alien abductions
Is this why scorpions huddle together when its cold
They know they can only find comfort with in them selves, crazy psycho killers
And it seems that no matter where you go
You meet dead ends and every rode
You get so tiered of being lost you don’t care who finds you
Not even a cannibal, hush now lambs
And you get so angry you hold the world hostage, bank robbers
And you have a grudge with everyone for no apparent reason, Oscar
Maybe its because you know happy endings don’t exist
Life sucks
And then you die
Only to be unsatisfied
Can you see the people moving?
Do you see them fighting?
Not with their arms and fists, stupid,
Rather with their minds and thoughts.
“Life is short and then you die”,
Thumps through a pair of headphones.
The owner isn’t smiling, rather scowling, or impasse.
I stay seated on my park bench,
And ignore the hobo, snoring his life to me.
Beside me on the park bench.
The hobo snores contently,
Onto the unassuming walkers,
A dreamy smile pasted on his lips.
So what if his content isn’t rational?
So what if he is happier with less?
Does that mean a thing?
Isn’t your life a mess?
The dog beside him licks his dirty nose,
And he wakes, serenely smiling.
He pats the dog, and plays with its ears,
And grabs for happiness, under the bench.
Its not long before he is snoring again,
His dogs’ head on his waste, glances at me,
And licks its joules.
The hobo is still snoring,
But I am walking into the distance,
With his dog and his drink!
Isn’t it funny, how the Left is never Right?
Isn’t funny how the Right likes to Fight?
Hasn’t it Been said?
Or, isn’t it True?
That if both sides Fight, both sides Lose?
Maybe we need a solid Left hook.
Floating Like a butterfly,
because you only get One sting;
And then you Die.
Why are you always in such a hurry?
Here you dart, there you scurry
as if someone is chasing you,
a ghost behind in hot pursuit.
This life is meant for gentle going
tasting each moment while knowing
that when all you do is rush on by
life soon is past and then, you die.
But when you travel very slow
and take your time to go
and really smell every rose,
my how life just grows
and seems much longer.
Well, you even feel stronger
than moving at that fast pace.
After all, no one is going to win this race.
You live your life and then you die
Why when you die, people cry
They say you go to a place much better
But the memories, and love make your eyes much wetter
A time to mourn, a time for disbelief
A time of sorrow, a time for grief
You must pull together, you have to adjust
The lost of a love one just hurt so much
Your shattered hopes, your shattered dreams
Your shatteredheart makes shattered screams
Up to the sky from the pain inside
For someone you love may just have died
there are 22 letters that stand between Alpha and Omega.
You're born...
22 letters...
and then you die.
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