Best Die Down Poems
Masha Amini was an Iranian woman who was kept captive in jail for clamoring for Women’s Rights. Later she died in police custody under suspicious circumstances. Her death led to widespread civil unrest and protests. This is in the voice of Masha/ Civil uprising in Iran-Year, 2022
What crime did I do to deserve this?
To be brutally beaten and imprisoned?
When rapists, rogues and robbers roam scot-free
What crime did I do to deserve this persecution?
I am a woman of self-respect and dignity
I believe man and woman have equal rights
I wish to see my sisters walk in dignity
I can’t but rebel against all man-made manacles,
That bind a woman’s hands and legs,
Putting shackles on her mind, and body.
My mind revolts when we can’t walk free.
So offensive it is to cover our heads with hijab
And wrap ourselves in several folds of linen.
I feel it a blatant denial of human rights.
I am sure the unreasonable restrictions imposed,
Will smother and cripple the fair sex.
I am allegedly arrested and am now in prison bars,
For violating and disrespecting Iran’s ‘Modesty code’
The fanatics dream that with my death,
The clamor for freedom will die down.
I am sure it will only blaze fierce in future days,
Thousands will join, holding hands,
Pledging their solidarity for a common cause,
Drawing inspiration from me and women like me.
Again, our shrieks for freedom,
Can never be stifled or silenced.
In cloistered darkness, I wait,
Hoping to witness a bright sunrise.
When you said to me,
"Climb up here, It's pollution free."
Sacred. Safe.
Your rarefied air.
Calculating, you seemed so free.
Safeguard. Sage.
I said I could breathe...
Underrated your density.
Saintly. Sane.
High-minded insight.
When anticipated terror
denuded me,
cool rarefied air
regulated insanity,
far gone fear.
I will breathe
in your rarefied air.
Let it burn brisk
in brittle, brave lungs.
Gasp and grasp
life's flame, full flare.
Lunge for high notions,
those far-flung schemes.
I will breathe in
High mind's smoke,
hung in air-
that ghostly stroke of genius,
rare token in disguise
Well spoken word flurries
whipping away thin guise.
Floating crown
adrift on high.
I will breathe in
Your rarefied air,
because I listened to you.
"Clamber up, high!
Unfazed view will circle you,
miles on end surround you.
No going around the bend.
Nowhere else to go.
No zig zag escape.
No spike in pressure.
No deep depression.
No bad atmosphere.
No stabbing shove.
No push or pull on edge.
Just your pledge to breathe.
To move in one direction.
Forever. Mentally "together."
Stay in good shape."
I will breathe out.
Your rarefied thoughts
congeal life's force,
slows down blood flow.
Till body gloved heart
faintly, faintly glows...
Concealed fire's torch,
caved embers die down.
Stripped artfully apart,
Your rarefied airs
blanket my mind in snow.
13/10/2018. Purely fiction. On the pros and cons of mentorship. "Higher" education is not necessarily a good thing. Learning lessons are.
When the moon dips low in the wayward night
and the sun rays fail to shine
when the stars stand still
the winds die down
and a chill does settle in
I'll think of you
your giving heart
and your smiles through our pain
when my days get short
and in my nights I long
a craving for your touch
I'll think of you
and the times we had
knowing our love will never die
In its hearth, the reds and blues
A life of its own, for us to use
A warmth is given on cold eves
And adds romance, if one believes
No truer picture can provide
Than love near to the fireside
The heat, with embers burning bright
Serve well to make a warmer night
When the fire should die down
Two lovers heart still stay around
sleek sepulchers smile
deceptive dirges die down ---
souls sing solo songs
12 March 2022
(To The Memories of Jon Benet Ramsey, Sherrice Iverson and Ryan Harris)
Sometimes I reach down to hold your tiny hand
And I come up feeling powerless and helpless and
Unable to understand, why I will never see you
Playing in a schoolyard, backyard or
Playground because someone decided to take
What the world had found:
Three beautiful little girls,
With ponytails and bright faces
Whose pictures and stories have
Turned up in so many places
To tell stories of torture and abuse
To show the world that you refuse
To die down and disappear
Because if you do I fear
That no little girl will be able to play alone
Without the benefit of a bodyguard or chaperone
Increasingly, day after, day, I wake up
In the morning and I hear in the news that
Another little life has been taken by a crazed
maniac
I then immediately think of my precious
7-year-old and quickly react:
I say dear God, sometimes
I reach down to hold her tiny
Hand, and I still come up feeling
Powerless and helpless and unable to
Understand why I must never let go of
Of her hand... But God, I still thank
Heaven for little girls.
Seems long ago - a distant time, at first when I saw you
My heart did leap within my chest; was love to spring anew?
I should have known, I couldn't see, enthralled I was with you
The guard that was upon my heart had lifted and withdrew
When from the start our passion flowed - so intimate were we
We'll stand a test of time and stay as close as two can be
Long walks beneath the twilight skies and joyous times we shared
We spoke of secrets buried deep and still our passion flared
Betrayal! sudden and complete - a knife has pierced my heart!
Your other "lover" on the phone?!? You Cheater!! It's time to part!!
Oh ache, oh heartache go away; sweet sleep, please come to me
These tears, these rolling tears must stop - I need to be set free!
How sad it is when love runs cold; Loves' flames die down and wane
The mind is filled with memories; the heart is wracked with pain
Too long I've felt this emptiness in finding you untrue
And though I'm filled with sadness now - I'll cry no more for you
In every endeavor
There’s a beginning
There’s an end
But, all are part of the story
The most interesting is life it has its own
From the start it’s hard
Difficult, alarming and condemning
When time has elapsed and adopt
You begin to love, enjoy and never to leave
Excel more for it even die for
However, time is too fast and uncaring
But, I tell you it will die down too
To archive or rot
As permanence in this world is falsity
And, mortality is always a call
Though competing, challenging and disgusting
Muster it as that’s fate, a grand design as a human being!
Always expect the unexpected.
Don't be shocked by a surprise.
Sometimes our nonchalant complacency
presents a new gift in disguise.
The future we had planned for
isn't always whats in store,
but for each lost opportunity
we'll find another door.
We will find a way of coping
when we thought we never could.
What seemed at first so negative
can be transformed into 'good'.
The seed of faith grows hardier;
the weakness becomes strong
and soon what first seemed 'gloom and doom'
sings a much more hopeful song.
Inside each grey and blustery cloud
there lies a silver seed of hope.
It nestles in the misery and
grows to help us cope.
It blossoms into friendship
we never knew was there;
it blooms when people 'rally round'
and show they really care.
So, don't be shocked by life's surprises.
Don't let them knock you to the ground.
Let the bellow of the storm die down
and hear the tinkling silver sound
I'll fall upon you like the darkness of night
With a thunderous spirit as you observe my jolting might
Bringing a rain that carries a peace
Washing away the heartache and allowing its release
You'll feel my presence like the flood waters rising
Like a gust through the treetops and a flash of lightning
Powerful and frightening while beautiful and unexpected
You won't see me coming yet you'll be glad to have witnessed
I'll travel ever so quietly by the way of the eye
Lingering softly in the storm clouds passing by
As you wait out the storm and prepare for the worst
I'll hit you with with relief but fear you'll feel first
Once all is done and the sun comes out
I will be there in the winds that die down
You'll see me there in the violet ray of a rainbow
Igniting a warmth as the calm envelopes you
I do not have a side; I am neither good or bad
I cannot be subdued nor detoured from my path
I am a force who receives her power from the Earth
I have grown in the bayou nights and Louisiana dirt
A soul enriched by the truest of means
Growing stronger each day; taking flight by her dreams
Unstoppable, untamable, not frightened in the least
This storm that I am riding, it flows through my veins
When the fury of a category 5 is what lies in your soul
An E7 would be the only match to which she would fold
The two, together, raging through the world
Two souls captivated by the strength and weakness that the other holds
No need to wait for me, for you cannot predict
From which way or by which night your life I will hit
Just as I will not wait or watch for you in the skies
For you will too will rush upon me in the least expected of times
Casting an unrelentless love upon me as our forces combine
Two hearts created through life's storms and two souls intertwined
All this while things will be better
That is what we heard from our forefathers
Exactly from our elders
In our turn, the same thing on the button
When will we stop this affliction?
Africa cessation power from the
White to have full control of their country
Everyday Billions of money is going out
We only heard of it
Without know it payback
Our companies die down of token amount
Our schools is shack
Lantern to light
Our roads is down at heel
We own fuel yet we are still
Suffering for it
Poverty rampant the country
Derelict house is unaccountable as well as vagrant
Everyday they are receiving medals for serving their country
With all their might
Yet it is lie upon lie
They are riding exotic cars and living in mansion
They are using the interest of all as their own gain
When will you stop putting your people in dangers?
Very soon you will fall, you that are
Taint to our nation
The sea of true is as high as mountain
No matter how fast your lie can run
7/6/2015
A flower fading here today and gone tomorrow.
The breath of life created by God struggling to live and not die.
Tossed around from within, in constant motion.
A flowers petal delicate and true a ray of sunshine bringing out such beauty for you.
The perfect gardener tending to its every need.
Strong and firm, yet tender, always giving the flower sustenance.
As the flower basks in the glory of life itself, enjoying the journey and holding nothing back.
Living in the moment for which it was created, pleasing the creator, the giver of this life.
As the sun fades, the flower begins to close in for the night not knowing the future.
The night seems long and cold, time moves by ever so slowly.
The wind picks up and try's to hurl the fragile flower from its resting place.
The flower uses all its strength to stand its ground, when all at once the wind begins to die down, finding the flower still around.
As the night comes to an end and the sun rises once again, the flower so delicate and true, opens up and gives forth its beauty for you.
The flower happy for another day, taking in everything in its view, not knowing what tomorrow holds, but thankful for today.
I see the blood
You too know my thoughts
You ask me why i did this
I am ashamed at the sight
I did what i needed
My mind telling my soul
What my body wouldn’t do
Is this how it is
The satisfaction i never get
The reward of nothing
My heart cries just once
To see the hope
To feel the love it never has
To fill the gap its always had
You whisper to me
Tell me what i want to hear
But it's not what i want
It weakens me to think
All this time you thought
But never knew me
I doubt myself
You try to comfort me
The grip of your soul holds me
Tightens around mine
I feel your strength
The strength i never had
It doesn’t help me
Only makes this worse
The guilt I’ve felt gets worse
Burns in my chest like a fire
It will never die down
The pain is there
And it plans to stay.
I can see him clearly in my
head.
He's a fragmented image
against the wall.
Like a fly beneath the swatter.
His voice, I hear, makes my
skin crawl.
Sometimes I wonder why I
even bother.
Sometimes I'd rather not live at
all.
He's a figment brought to you
by delusions.
He's only real to me.
He'll never reveal himself to
you.
His echoes cause contusions.
He only speaks to me.
He'll never talk to you.
His voice brings me
convulsions.
He's a danger to me.
He's a danger to us all.
Get him out of my head.
Help me now.
This very well could be the end.
He wants things to die down
now.
Get him out of my head.
He's my imaginary friend.
The hot white lights shining down on your face.
The warmth of the microphone you're gripping so tight in your hands.
The loud beat of the drums and the loud stings of the strings on the guitar.
You stand frozen on the stage.
The crowd cheering you on.
Singing along to the beat of the acoustics,
The crowds cheers die down to listen to the hypnotic music.
Your heart is beating so fast.
You finish your song and head back stage.
Met by your agent,
he congratulates you and hands you a cold bottle of water.
You did it, you over came your worst fear.
You preformed on a stage.
And everyone loved you!