Best Deathheart Poems


Michael Jackson 1958-2009

Through my dark brown eyes, he was the best.
My heart knew he was better than the rest.

His voice was smoother than velvety silk.
His songs quenched my thirst more than milk.

Some people thought he was just a giant weirdo.
They didn't even give him a chance, how could they know?

The songs he wrote were absolutely brilliant.
They were really astonishing and different.

He was awesome and one of a kind.
He was number one in my mind.

Its a shame he had to leave so early in his life.
Feels like someone stabbed my heart with a knife.

He will always be my favorite singer.
In my mind, his voice will always linger.

I am done with this poem, it is finally finished.
He will always be forever missed.

By: Cherica Eckiwaudah
Form: Couplet

Queen of My Heart Part 1

The queen of my heart lies here in state today, and my heart throbs,
Breaking like the darkness of any day, when she rose from her bed
And through rain and cold found her way in peasant haste and garbs
To scrub the pots, the clothes, the floor so her castle was fed.
I cannot regret her life, nor the hard gales of familiar poverty
It was her choice. My mother, Esther Jackson, in her simple life
The mold that makes great women virtuous, and wore the purple silk
Only few could see. She taught us them, nay, made us hard for strife:

This merchant ship that brought home bread, drank tea without milk
That we could form the fool in school; her hands were not afraid 
To work and we learnt the royal value of industry, and took pride
Like her in doing simple things well. Against our selfishness she laid
The whipping of her tongue, and kept the best things she had inside
For strangers she expect to come. She wasted no oil, and used liberally
The rod of correction, pleading in our ears the cause of the poor
So that even a Balias, unwashed, unloved, found favor at her door.  
When she told us to blow out that "Home Sweet Home" lamp, surely
You know she was saving oil, that she may have something to give away
And we may learn a person is never too poor to give, for bounty
Is not from the hands, it is from the heart. I loved this woman, the way
She prayed, calling each name and action to God, praising him happily,
And full of thanksgiving for each pound of flour and codfish she
Was able to cook at dead of night. You cannot measure her industry,
Tilling the soil, or raising hens and children, you do know her here
Whose fingers fumbled through arthritis to sew her children clothes
Who stood like a man, machete in hand, to fight the one who would dare
Disrespect her gate or threatened violence, the thorn upon the rose
Command respect, and her beauty a fragrance we can still smell today.
Our lamp never went out, our clothes had no holes if we cared

I

I cry so silently, my heart beats like it is not there.
I wish I could wash away and disappear like I was never here. 
I want to vanish like there was never someone here.


Is there any hope? 
Is there any time?
My life is coming to an end and I will wash away in fear.


I cry so silently, my heart beats like it is not there.
I wish I could wash away and disappear like I was never here.
I want to vanish like there was never someone here.


not finishid .


Stars

One day I shall leave
Gone without a trace
Don’t cry for me, don’t be sad
Know it in your heart 
I have found my place
With a heavenly embrace

I shall take you in my heart when I go
Your sublime love
Shall give me the everlasting glow

I may be light years away
If you wish, you can see me
Among the stars
At the end of each day
Form:

A Lonely Soul

The sky looks dull
the wind feels dry
gloominess, i see 
when i pass by

the trees stay still
and birds sleep long
in this town of gloominess
i once belonged

heading my way home
i cant find that street
where i carved my name
on a huge hollow tree

have they left and gone? 
did they take my tree? 
which i myself grew, with that little seed.

i call out for people
a passing girl i see
and shout to her the utmost
hoping she hears me
no one, ever replies 
how arrogant human being

my heart beats fast
i feel lone and tensed
my reflection i cant see
and the wind i dont feel
people dont reply
and now i know why...

the clouds rain and shower
the birds fly away
people in their houses
and im on my dead way

where the days arent bright
and the star dont shine at night
the wind u never feel
and a heart not capable to heal. 

Manahil shafiq
Form: Narrative

Leaving

Open to me your cryptic chasm

I hereby relinquish my spiteful state

Swallow my soul into your pit

Where nothing save void exist

 

To them I am nothing but a walking bone

Embellished by time with bent back,

Balding head, grilled skin, and rotten teeth

With some wisdom whitening my hairs

 

I hear the thrilled heart beat of worms

Under my bed, behind the floors, into the earth

They’re exalted to vibe my faltering grace

For sooner or later they’ll celebrate a feast

 

I’m ready to depart but somehow I’m afraid

If my carvings on love one’s heart will be erase

Or if my legacy will waver in the air

So I can’t help but hold on tightly in my bed

 

Stealthily my warmth fumes out of me

And cold prowled in, weakening my pulse

As my mind plays my life’s clip in a span of a wink

While death reaps my ripe soul edible for harvest


Delicate Sitiuations Like These:

Name: Roxanna Johnson

My salty texture run's down a bleak and remoarseful canvas.
I have felt as if my only destiny is too be nothing but this.
A lone travelor in times of grief. 

A delicate hand swips at my presence,
I dodge my routine course,
and make my way down a crimson cheek bone. 

Sobs become repetitive and i feel as If i'll always be alone.
If i'll only make an entrance when your heart aches,
and your world swirls out of control. 

Funerals are the hardest to attend
Especially when i see your eyes travel down to the pale face laying motionless.
Your father lies in a desolate box stiff and cold.

But your heart yearns to wipe away the warm tears streaming like small mirrors,
reflecting this cold image harvesting your soul. 
I reach the end of my journey and decend towards the floor.

Once more I have ended up discarded and rejected,
because no one wants my cold, salty presence to linger.
Until your heart beckons me once again good bye...

My Friends Final Journey Home

Didn't want you to read this till you got on your way.
For a safe trip you will have I hope and I pray.
Sisters at heart we will always be.
Who cares if we don't share the same family tree.
The roots of our friendship will keep going strong.
They're planted in my heart for my whole life long.
So the sisterly love will always be there.
I'll never forget the good times we shared.
We laughed together, cried together, even got wild together.
That's why our friendship we have will stay with me forever.
I pray that your last days are fun and pain free.
Turning out as great as you want them to be.
Don't worry about me or the man that you love.
We'll know that you're with us from somewhere above.
Go on your last journey and have lots of fun.
I'll see you again when my journey's done.

I See You

I see you in 
fresh white snow
In the morning dew
In an ocean blue
On a mountain top
In an eagles flight
Your brothers eyes
And his little cries
I feel you in 
The softness of 
Your sisters skin
My heart within
I hear you when
My heart beats fast
A choir sings
A school bell rings
My mind keeps you
Tucked away
In a secret place
Your little face
I see sometimes
As I drift off
Me holding you
As I would do
If you were here
And I could be
A father to 
Not two, but three
Form: Rhyme

The Gatekeeper

You're a curious one.
The same thing that enables us to even live
also makes our blood run cold.
We see you with a heart of stone
and we fear the things we cannot grasp.
A concept of end with no hope of beginning again.
Yet the rest of life accepts you.
The trees fall before you.
The rose will grow long after it knows
that one day, it will wither.
The elderly beast will lay aside,
close it's eyes,
accept the end as part of life.
But we tremble at your very mention,
do all we must to avoid your pressence.
Is this truly the price of intellegence?
In which case, I'd rather be savage.
It's better than a life of fear.
So embrace I shall this bittersweet truth
and keep in mind, I have purpose
even after you've claimed my vessel
and returned me to the earth and sky.
And maybe someday I'll again know life.
No more tears
no more fear.
Just love and understanding
of the job that must be done.
You're such a curious one,
and I will greet you like a curious child,
with an open heart and question.
Show me the true path of life,
my guide and my gatekeeper.
Form:

Good Bye Mother

All through the years my heart was yearning for you to return to me, so that, we 
could be together again. Because you were untimely snatched away, my dreams  
and desires never became. Eventhough, I have known that you and I will never be 
reunited, my heart is still desperate for you. So through out the years, I have been 
seeking for a recarnation of you, a mother substitute. But you are unique dearest 
mother, no one can fill this desire that still remains in my heart. A heart that is 
longing to be mothered by someone just like you. However, I did not find you since 
you are lost forever because death has stolen you. So, good-bye mother, even 
though my heart is longing for you but I cease from seeking a mother substitute.

Slumber

Twixt Autumn graves and still waves
wrapped in silent beauty she sleeps
Violet hue and faint dew
in her heart my love she keeps

Resting now after the battle
she had fought hard to save me
Fallen 'tween the columns and tombstones
none can wake her, only she

Will she ever wake?
What will it take
to bring her love back to me

Tomorrow is a luxury she forsakes
even as my heart breaks
She slumbers and together we will never be
© John Allen  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Elegy

Sorrow

I watched her die from the flush, her heart and soul began to crush.
I saw her eyes close my mouth she touched, in my body i felt a blood rush,
love from this person can no longer exist, not in my mind disappear in the vast abist.
To lose everything a person common purpose is gone, the world to you and time is torn,
beyond the flush their is no love, not even heaven protected me from above. The flush is
now working on another, my one my only poor grandmother. The flush seems to know no 
limits only pain, I must realize the sun can't sine forever, some days it's got to rain.
The flush it replies, I am void confused lost in the darkness of the earth, then i said you took 
everything confused I was at birth, this, how can it be, explanation it don't have for me,
I cry you see, life expense has no meaning to me, I say this is the end you see,
to the flush I could never blend, in the darkness I sit I remain again, have you ever been 
burned by fire, beat to the flush with a live wire, the flush has destoryed my family.... 
randomly, can you believe the darkness of all pain, one man could not contain, it will run 
your heart dry of the blood that was visible to the eye,
sleepless nights dreaming dreams of a brighter day, in this darkness their are no leader or
one to pave the way, now I sit here waiting for a better day...
Form: Rhyme

Take a Walk With Me

The cold air moves around my body leaving an impression. The rising moon paints 
shadows on my lips, and helps to disguise my eyes from nature.

The wildlife stirs, All movement blurs.

My eyes cast the horizon in search.

The sound of you makes my heart lurch.

Your cold breath is moist.

Your emotions have no need to be voiced. I can see every emotion in your features.

I look upon you, as do the creatures.

Sadly this all has to end.

Your eyes are scared your motions are unprepared.  I lead you by hand to the river 
of Fate.

I watch you approach, your reflection now caught. This river shows your heart and 
the hate. You must hurry... We have no time left to stand and debate.

You peer down into the dismal blue, and i see myself there beside you. You look to 
me with fear as the river pulls you near.

You look to me with absoultion. I smile weakly at your only solution.

I walk away as your pleas for help penetrate my heart.

I cannot stand this feeling, but life sometimes chooses our destiny, and decides 
when we must depart

A Kiss Inside a Dark Tomb

A kiss was all meant to seal 
At a night with starry light
From the tomb that thousand years survived
The lady meant to bring the lord alive
But the soul with the purest heart 
Had to be the one to kiss
And so had to be the end
As it burned down her softly lips
The dark lord was still half alive
And the power he possessed 
Fire broke within her body
As her soft hand were caressed 
She now had to be the part
Of the feast Six feet below 
A day has ended and so has a life
A day will come when the
Purest heart will bring the lord alive
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