Best Demises Poems
No trick or treaters on the street
they're all in bed now, getting sleep,
Candies piled high upon the floor
collected from each neighbor's door,
Smoke rises from the pumpkin's grin
the day's magic still burns within,
Restless spirits are set free to roam
and find their way back to home,
An earthly reunion until the sun rises
with those who've met their demises,
It's time for October's farewell scene
on the final night of Halloween,
The harvest moon is setting low
opposite the rising sun's gentle glow,
Wandering souls leave us for another year
and say goodbye and shed a tear,
Because, they surely miss us, too
their tears become the morning dew,
To stain the leaves a shining gold
and welcome in wet November's cold.
Oh how I crave you so deeply in my very being
Ive yet to know who you are yet but in awaiting our joyous meeting
Im still holding on to my faint belief that you May really exist.
That your far out there somewhere thinking about our future first kiss.
Oh how I fear this other path my mind has divised in my possible future demises
One future where your just a fantasy
a thought I held onto countlessly with every sign that you might JUST not BE
awaiting numerous long lonely days with the idea of your EXISTENCE turned haze
Every day a world unexplored
Because of the invisible chains holding her hostage,
Away from anything she could have wanted.
A revolving world of ecstasy
But still a world of her demise
“What if there were no people?”
All of the other people
Mocked her views of universes unexplored
Leading to their early demise.
All the ideas held hostage
Giving her a false sense of ecstasy
“What if there was no want?”
Everything she could have wanted
Was not the fraternity of other people
But the fraternity of the ecstasy
Taking her to another world unexplored
She never thought herself a hostage
“What if there were no demises?”
She had heard of others' demises
Because of their greediness, they wanted
Too much and bound themselves hostage
To something that wasn't even a person
But an angel’s pill, unexplored
“What if there was no ecstasy?”
Her constructed world would collapse without the ecstasy
She’d probably slash her wrists instead of a slow demise
Because the dealer forgot. Writing a world unexplored
Doesn’t help. Already she’s tight on money, so she gave what he wanted,
Herself, in an alley away from other people.
“What if there were no hostages?”
What if? She was always his hostage
From the moment he forced the first ecstasy
Pill down her throat. Now, isolated from other people,
Let her early demise
Answer the questions she needed to know! This she truly wanted:
“What if there was no world unexplored?”
So many people have left her worlds unexplored
Just a hostage, don’t tell her of her imminent demise
From the pills of ecstasy, all she ever wanted
I, writer
All a fluster
Men, for my sake
Nail your hearts with a stake.
Or if that leads you discontented
Take you praises you invented
And shove them where no sunshine rises
Never to return their bitter demises;
Oh I’ll explain, my XY ‘‘friends’’
Because I’m at the very last of my wits ends
Just with being pretty, having a good personality
Excluding out how I feel personally.
Charmer? Not interested. Toy boy? Get lost!
To the death with men’s attraction, my opinion held aloft!
I, a picky girl
Don’t compromise for the world
Even if my ideas are ridiculous
Makes no sense not to be resistless
And I think you’ll find I’m materialistic
Nothing less than ritualistic
Don’t you dare tell me that I’m flirting
Really? With you? You’re looking for a hurting!
Ever spurn the cursed Valentine’s Day
Quit missing you aim at me cupid, okay?!
Unsure who’s my type?
I wouldn’t tell you over msn or Skype!
Talk to the hand brother
And stop giving me bother
Like I’d go out with you, when I could have better.
Love must be relayed, from me and from him
One way doesn’t work; simple logic, Mr. Dim.
Vibrators and dominant hands aren’t the same as me
End of story. (Read the first letters for a simple explanation. See?)
His hands badly callused swollen with pain
Working hard in hopes of financial gain
He keeps our house warm
Shoes on our feet
Plenty of food on our table to eat
He ask for no thanks from any of us
For him he does not want a fuss
He always puts us first
His life a hard labor curse
But in the morning he rises
Goes off to a job he demises
For a better life for us
Where wicked things grow,
She waits to be found,
Down a dark and dusty road,
Eve, a Pumpkin, dying on the ground,
Ravens pick away her eyes,
She now sees,
Her grin carved with back stabbing knives,
Revealing her unborn seeds,
Slicing her orange flesh,
She feels no pain,
Her grin releases no breath,
As she drinks in frozen rain,
Tonight she'll be warmed by their candle's flickering flame,
Transformed,
She'll perform,
In their evil game,
As they walk by her,
In their scary disguises,
Hoping to fit in,
To be saved from their demises,
It's her turn to play,
Her last chance before she dies,
On this her best performance yet,
All Hallow Eve's Night.
~Vickie Thayer~
Turn into a transparent cloud
and find your way to Heaven;
take a voyage into the unknown
with an excitement never allowed.
Glance at the vast cosmos without perplexity,
they are the gifts that God meant for Humanity;
more earths and moons not visible to human eyes...
await us tomorrow, boldness can overcome demises.
New awesome universes that Galileo and others never saw;
wonders revealed by images appearing from dots that glow,
and with your gaze up: be inspired, be charmed, be vowed
by the gleaming galaxies that nobody until now has named.
Is it only your ultimate dream to venture and conquer all?
No, that's everybody's dream to own planets and more!
Anxiety can incite, but expectancy to find life is minimal;
will you find rivers that flow, beaches with a tidal bore?
A Peculiar Life
Nothing is miracle to me
Clock doesn’t belong to me
I’m always on my chime
Who made diurnal and nocturnal?
You or your forefathers?
Or, progenitors or those stars and planets?
Who, why and where, begin and vanish?
As a bubble in the ocean upon my womb
All are my sons, I belong to them.
Atoms are overwhelming
Not considering foreign objects.
Seeing its promulgation, time turns neck
No rule, no law, no compassion, or
A flow of infinite fragrance, always.
No starts’ alert, nor bother of tedious
A course of action never towards ends.
Opposition’s uproars as if in next term
Need of evacuees or thoughts of demises.
Neither commences, nor courtesy
Speed, a course in the path of faith.
Always desolated, a effect of consciousness
Only winning event there seems in realm, always.
Time does have a peculiar life, a belief always.
A vast explosion in the sky
of supernova’s great goodbye
is how immense celestials die.
Yet these demises have their worth
to aid perchance in future birth
of star to house a planet earth.
Our human species’ vessel home
beneath the heavens’ vaulted dome
is floating in a sea of foam
where we’ve been sailing safe and sound
with bubbles multiversed around,
so novel theories propound.
Thus in our ‘brane’ with solar world
that’s strung with particles unfurled
we dwell within dimensions curled,
as per this unifying stance
about the unbeknownst expanse
which hosts our mortal song and dance.
The firmament we peer into
plays hide and seek with what’s in view
to shift with varied light anew.
When sets the sun at day’s decline
and darkness shapes its redesign,
somewhere a star will show its shine.
Longfellow’s classic epic said
that endless meadows overhead
would ‘one by one’ in silence spread
their star ‘forget-me-not’ arrays
of blossoms for the angels’ gaze,
his lovely lines to paraphrase.
‘How countlessly they congregate’,
wrote Robert Frost of stellar spate
that waits beyond the darkling gate!
Though death all life may underlie,
in cosmic twinkling of an eye
somewhere a star is born on high…
~ Harley White
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Some sources of inspiration were the following…
“Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven,/ Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.”
~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Evangeline: ‘A Tale of Acadie’
First line of ‘Stars’, by Robert Frost, from Robert Frost’s ‘A Boy’s Will’, 1915…
M-theory ~ Wikipedia…
Heavy is the brow that sits the crown of power,
fame or shame it is a wonder that we live with
greed to want for more than we can afford
or sow the seed and set the deal
dealt to us in deeds we need…
We want more to succeed in our greed
we wear the finery of a life lived out fast
we burn out in all the lights we love
and breathe the shadow of the tv screen
and dance the dance macabre
We want to have and to hold all that
is dear but to pay the price
for a mear meek soul in the void
of life that is touched for a costly lie
We seek to have and to hold
to warm and to mold the binary
of life in our hands such is the power of man
For heavy is the brow that sits
the crown the power the
flame the perceived shame
We are plugged into little black
digital boxes and waste our
lives in opinions and checkmarks,
suicide drives
We live vicariously through
others imagery we worry
what we are liked or shared or
only care as we count the
Tick-Tocks of life now lost in a computer app
We are void of passion seconds
to our demises close to our
death but 30 secs of shame
slides slices of life pointless and enflamed
Heavy is the brow with thoughts
of more than what we are more
than self, as humanity runs
a mock not thinking or dreaming
we only wait for dawn with our
eyes wide shut as we scream into the night
Birds chirping roughly on an avocado tree
I curiously look upwards to see what could that noise be?
Is it a sparrow or a mockingbird?
It's plump and it has all shades of brown
I'm stepping upwards next to the spiraling, gnarled tree before me
The chirping has stopped this second
Breaking my imaginative ideas and brewing them to ruins
I'm stepping downwards
Urging myself to walk towards this memorable maze-like place
Where I could feel the wind caress my face
In a meadow of cherished flowers
Making this my solitude
To sit on a crooked bench and ponder about my frowning attitude
I hear someone steeping below the wall...the safety cliff
I seem to stand here all stiff
Hearing all the bafflement of my unreal family
I walk around,
Inspiration driven through this memorable garden
Endless in its incredible surprises
Leaving me no place to face my demises
Struck by fireworks from the cloudless, fashionable sky
Sitting on a scrawny, dirty chair
Staring at the ancient tree...wondering how life isn't fair
How could it bear such fruit or vegetable?
It grows firm and ripe
Without a flaw...without a stripe
Though I feel that I'm too thin
I walk around,
Inspiration driven through this memorable garden
Endless in its incredible surprises
Leaving me no place to face my tangled drowsiness
I must stop stepping downwards
Into my deep motivations...my charmed desire
Though its hoarse and cruel to leave this tangling temptations
I decide about a decade later
That I really need to take a tightening grasp to hold on to the
stairway's handlebars
Hold on for a minute...I hear a cricket beneath the cemented ground
It leaves the wind to make no ruffling sound
About a decade later, I realize this cycle goes on and on and on and it
mixes altogether
We need to be brought up together
As a family and visit my uncle and grandma
I need to make the decision to step upwards
Make an effort to say my last words:
"I love you all! We'll see you both next month!"
I start the cycle all over again in July
This time,
I won't fail to do my missions
Life is all about our own insight
Creating joy ,smiles merging with delight
Get over , gear up and ready for fights
Be the One …… Don’t just make choice.
U know exactly who you are then anyone else
U are going to rise to the occasion nonetheless
Open your eyes and don’t just keep following someone’s voices
Be the one ….. don’t just keep making choices.
Be confident and have a belief that you are a choice of all
Be assured to be the one for being constantly scroll,
Choose your own destiny or else keep paying the prices
Be the one ….. don’t just keep making choices.
Conquer the ocean and catch the sky,
Bend all these rules made by a human spy
Widen the gallery of ur own thoughts and desires to eliminate your crises
Be the one ….. don’t just keep making choices.
Give hand for help to win souls and hearts
Stand differently from 1000 emotional perverts
Enhance believe, craziness and eradicate demises
Be the one …… Don’t just keeping picking choices.
You are the creator of your world so make it as u wish
Every second of it can suck or be a touch of bliss
Wake up now to know and conquer you own spices,
Be the One …. Don’t disgrace your pure soul by just making choices
UNWELCOME CORONAVIRUS
At a blow of the wind from nowhere no one knows
Into the realm of the unprepared spices that knows,
With supremacy in technology, medicine, research and economy
You have come to create a spot of vacuum in the economy
Dismantling social interactions and halting economic flight
Our strength accumulated as at now cannot fight
The strength of your tiny giant uproar
Defeating the Goliath and having no mercy on the poor
Defends of the boarders no longer hold
Permeating the protocol with ease, you are bold
The untouchable and unreachable embrace you unnoticed
And your crown still holds as ancient kings practiced
Changing the subject of the day and year with flaming fear
Predictions pinned to wishes and despair
Budgets are left on the shelves
You have taken over the world in your hives
The crowned virus launched its missile in 2019
Landed in 2020 with its name COVID-19
Silent were both the launch and landing
We were not aware of the huge landing
But the fumes emanating spread flammable fears
Pushing the adventurer into confinement in tears
Announcing its pandemic status escalates the panics
And now we isolate instead of mounting picnics
This is a war where man is not fighting man
As it were in I and II Wars which were man to man
Here men in unison is fighting an indispensable enemy
The whole world has now got to be one family
But our weapons are not formed yet to fight and gain independence
From mighty coronavirus colonizing the entire world dependence
Our hands and lips are tied, food factory switched to sanitizer production
Our quarantine refugee camps are already filled with little hope of numerical reduction
I pray, I pray! Oh Lord, I pray with much lust
That as moon and stars, Ebola and SARS appear and disappear
So shall horrific COVID-19 come to dim and demises without repair
Though at boiling point now spreading at jaguar speed rate
It shall never get humanity to evaporate
Where we shall all melt into thin air, which shall never be
Oh Lord God, I pray never shall it be.
We shall overcome!
I live so far oceans away
can’t get up and visit when I want
just hear about all the joys and sorrows
weddings, births and demises
successes and failures
how I wish to live those moments
to lock forever in my sight
the day his baby girl was born
my brother’s face fill with delight
to help soak her tears
I wasn’t there for my sister
when her husband died
kept on calling she couldn’t talk
the time was to hug and hold
Written on 08/12/2016
Contest :It takes four by Broken Wings
LET GO…you have nothing left to hold
Except this piece of gold
From my heart to yours…
The predator scores…
You’re lost and failure injects bad luck into you
And you’re ashamed of your sores…it’s true
Isn’t it?
But that was long ago…
When you fell into your own pit?
You shine so beautifully…don’t try so hard
Hello sunshine…it has been years since you haven’t rose from depression
But, you finally got through the war and you won…it’s over with…you made a good last impression
On your friends before they kissed their demises…don’t be miserable, beloved bard
Beauty was flying and it never dried from sight
But that was many years ago
I woke up on a fresh morning…on a clean slate
Hello moonlight…it has been years since you haven’t disappeared from sight
But, you finally lost the battle of survival…and you must accept your failures and move on with life…become friends with the sunlight
Before it loses its appealing effulgence…before it faces crisis…I’m happy in my optimistic state
Hope was abiding near our side during divine flight
But that was thousands of decades ago
You and I should run away…
So we can both shine like the sunrise that welcomes a new…
Crystal-clear day!
But I can’t have you…remember…you rejected me…
Oh, now the truth shimmers and unravels secrets that you’ve kept away from me
The truth is as clear as day - honey…
as the gleaming sea…
Producing waves of uncertainty… within a single millisecond – I witness your auras reflecting worthless worry
But that was only yesterday night…that contrite night
Not many years ago…
I had fight to good fight for your safety ’cause you were uptight
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Where’s your passionate glow?