Best Died Poems
As blaze of August fades into the Fall
horizons new have burned and turned to ash
and textures of the change of seasons clash,
a plague of frost becomes a rose’s pall.
The supple smooth confronts the brittle break
as petals silk matures a wrinkled skin
and winter’s snow to bury sins begin —
a fallen cloud the shroud for briar’s wake.
The days of glory sun and ruby rays,
across the skies, these hues were once my own,
beneath the blue above the green, my fling...
dressed not but strands of dew in solstice haze.
When youth was sown my roots were honed in stone
I died… but I will rise again in Spring!
In the silence of sadness,
what will the winds bring tomorrow?
In the sadness of silence,
my soul sighs soft breaths of sorrow.
Where did those rainbows go,
reminiscing happier times?
Thunder brings further misery -
am I victim of my own crimes?
I must have betrayed the sun,
for it offers no sanctuary.
Moon refuses to shine in the darkness,
since when were you my adversary?
When there was love,
it never rained so violently.
Winds would come and go,
fading away so silently.
Mind drowns in a somber cesspit,
struggling to cope with your demons of pride.
I don't know what I've become,
since you left, I've died a little inside.
Simple Musing
Silent One
7 February 2019
Example for I died a little inside contest.
Someone special died because you drink and drive
Dear drunk driver I want you to know
Forgiveness is a fire enlight save souls
Maybe you live
Maybe you are deceased
Maybe you forgive
Maybe you are hurting
Blue you blue drink
Driving reckless quicker
Lives are linked
cause you can’t handle liquor
You didn’t care
You knew you were drunk
Car a weapon killing daughter or son
What if it was your mama
Or your daddy
Broken and bleeding
Screaming and crying
Wrapped around a tree
Or on the highway
What if your wife and child
Died that day?
Someone special died because you drink and drive.
Every day and holiday a family sighs
No more birthdays or 4th of Julys
No more phone calls or smiles from bright eyes
Victims who died because you drink and drive
Those who survive have hard work to do
Physically, therapy, or creating life new
advocating for cause for spiritual mending
Creating a bridge from tragedy to winning
this song has music
We planted roses in the spring
when love was floating in the air.
A diamond glittered on your ring
reflected in your hazel eyes
the rainbow hues of paradise.
We had so much to give and share.
The months went by, the roses bloomed,
but when one day an ill wind blew –
no mercy shown – our dreams were doomed
to wither slowly and decay.
That fateful night you passed away
all the white roses died with you.
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[Pub. PS: It’s Poetry: An anthology of contemporary poetry from around the world 2020]
Rhyme scheme: A-B-A-C-C-B D-E-D-F-F-E
Contest: Rhyme Time 7 ~ Deep and Dark
Sponsored by Lu Loo
Placed 1st
© 27th December 2018
A windswept bluebell I am
even though the sun is high in the sky
The wind ruffled the hair
my skin would slowly freeze like mosaic
Want to paint the picture with beautiful thoughts
but difficult to find the rainbow
Tears, so many tears
my heart ripped apart
The pain took a different form
Your sobbing lungs needed a new life
Lung cancer with spread to the lymphs
You were so weak, like a bluebell in the wind
Suddenly it is not a matter of course to get old anymore
Death did not come abruptly or surprisingly
But it was quite overwhelming when it became a reality
Tears, so many tears
my heart ripped apart
I died a little inside
although I will always carry you in my heart
The blue lights are gone now
I have chosen a place near the coast
You loved this place
No exhaust smell or busy people
In the natural cycle your ashes will be spread in the wind
While the birds flying towards the horizon
Nothing can fill the emptiness I feel
From life to death, the road is so short
Rest in peace, I loved you dearly
Tears, so many tears
my heart ripped apart
A simple bluebell is left alone
The clock chimes inaudibly
08.02.2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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I died a little inside : Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
1st place in the contest
Poem of the Day 09.02.219
There was something in you that magically sparkled.
A light that brightened each corner
of this world.
And when you died, that light was
snuffed out.
And no...it never returned!
I tried so many ways to make my life
a kaleidoscope of love again.
But a Mother cannot be replaced, not
even with this pen.
You hope you turn a corner, and maybe,
just maybe,she will be right there
But the soft summer breeze tells you,
Her breath and kisses are indeed, gone
forever, never again!
I am fully cognizant that not all mothers
are the same.
Many adults have shared with me, no,
they did not love their mother.
It shows in who they are, unable to
appreciate any another.
Mom loved everyone, we all her children
were.
When I walked Maria down the aisle,
wrapped was I in her mink stole.
It was like being wrapped in her arms
again, made of love, the finest of spun
gold!
8/29/2021
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When I am Colder,Older and then alone...
I will collect the sky on my own...
When the art has faded and the days then fade-
when everyone has gone away...
I may finally see what never was saw
.....ahhhhhhhhhhhhh............... the quiet sky
The unlit room which bares my end...shows the flashes of my pains my joys and sins.
This life has been a strange one since the curtains were drawn
These paper and plastic figures have clouded the dawn
I was once younger,foolish,and obsessed with truth
Now I am bitter,sour,dour faced with my heart under shoe
The children were all searching or lost in a crowd
All weeds in a garden...growing vile and foul
Though beauty was sold it never came true
Obsessions and vanity have traveled safe through
Materials and poison and everything lost
have been burned in the fires or lost in the frost
I stand face to mirror tearing my being apart
Winding thoughts of love,pain,god,and art
As the sun sets and the darkness grows
I too shall follow this pattern in tow
Death has a friendly hand and a pretty face
She has given me comfort as I leave this place
The wars have occurred,humanity's lost
Souls have been burnt in the fire or lost in the frost
Day was Life,Night is Death
And the latter has given counsel on my final steps
To me, she could've said anything
I wanted so badly to hear her say,
"I love you and I'm gonna try."
But all she said is "I just can't stay."
She looked away, I stared her down.
I needed to see her eyes.
She looked at me and that's when I knew...
THIS IS THE DAY MY MOTHER DIES.
She died right there before me.
I watched her fade away.
Her eyes were glossing over
as I begged her "PLEASE, JUST STAY!"
She said goodbye and drove away.
I've learned to deal with loss.
But, now she says "I'm coming back!"
She doesn't know the cost.
To me she's dead, she can't come back.
She'll have to remember the day
that she died right there before me
when she said she couldn't stay.
White dove's wings flutter in crepuscular light
As I visit your gravestone's marbled sadness
To let my soul linger through the long night
Still, the loneliness now measured in years
A beggar of alms for the price of love's tears
Pulled from the grave of my heart's madness
On my knees of torment, I scream at the pain
For my soul of white roses turned midnight blue
Death stole their lifeblood, your love had sustain
Now buried in memories when the daylight fades
Left with nothing but darker realms of shades
When all the white roses died with you
12/27/18 contest Rhymes times 7-deep and Dark
Meet me there ...
Be it rain or shine,
Since I like both
Any weather is fine
Find me there ...
With those already met,
To mingle there ...
With ones I haven't yet
In a good place where
We can laugh and smile,
And talk to the ones
Not seen in awhile
I'll be going there
When my time comes,
I'll be waiting there
With my old chums
Promise me now ...
You will cry no tears,
And meet me there
In one hundred years.
The Iraqi desert was blowing wind
The bullet tore into my heart
My Commander, she had but one arm
She pulled me to the ground
Holding me tight she saw
I would not make the night
So she did what any lover would
She held me tight
Whispered, "soldier I am with you till the end"
My last thought
Was I died in her arm
As her tears drops mixed with mine
Procrastination hurled its clubs
And retrieved all the master plans
In the thought of tomorrow which
Is still young and fresh to emerge.
So you succumbed to its fire blazing fist
And quit to begin the next day.
The day died in tears, rejected and frustrated
Then comes tomorrow in a glorious smiles
Filled with hopes and grace.
It was neglected just like the other tomorrow.
tomorrow died yesterday in tears.
tomorrow died yesterday in pains.
Men labour not but procrastinate.
Fear the unknown and stay day dreaming
Wish the wish which never wish to come in vain
Can a thief steal from a thief?
Procrastination is a thief of time.
What ever you desire to do
Do it now and never wait for tomorrow .
Yesterday and today were just like tomorrow
Which would still die in sorrow if the
Soul is not watered bravely.
so climb the mountains for the treasures.
Go to the river and hook up the fishes and dry them.
Visit the ants for wisdom and understanding.
Sound the drums of bravery
Let the blinds men walk and dance with no one by their side.
Chase away procrastination and welcome effective act,
There is always a smile of faces on the birth of a new day.
I have died so long ago.
The pieces of my bones were buried in Sheol.
It was so dark where I lay now.
My flesh is rotten and almost gone.
I have lived once in this world,
Where a loving family I was involved.
A dearest mom who loved me so,
Loving siblings I treasured most!
I'm a free-spirited young lady.
I love to entertain the world,
Wind hums as I hit the notes.
The nature became my hidden world.
I was once a fruit in a tree.
Until one day, a harvester picked me.
Still unripe, too young and fresh.
He stole my innocence.
Too many years past and my seed grew.
I have started bearring fruits.
But the harvester did not content,
He pulled me out from where I'd been.
He murdered me on one darkest night.
Then buried me beneath the ground.
I'm so helpless, no voice to shout!
My breath is counting one by one.
Until I surrendered the last air in my lungs.
I have died so long ago.
This girl that you used to know,
Isn't the one who writes a poem.
She had died so long ago.
She walks every night to find her home.
Sue and I had lost contact when we left school and the Dominican Convent,
Met up ten years later, admitted both of us foolish, each nodded consent,
Had coffee, agreed to meet often, lived in Cape Town, merely a suburb apart,
Both so involved with our families, loved our homes, the Cape so stylish and smart.
She invited me to her home for a braai with her family this coming Sunday,
The door was open, I went in, is that you Jenn, I’ve got to look good today,
Mother-in-law coming, do come up, but what took you so long coming upstairs,
I met an old man, we chatted a while, what a sweetie, said his name was Zairs
Who, she asked me in disbelief, Zairs, impossible, loved to play musical chairs,
He told me, is it your dad, Sue,you look alike, spoke of you and how he cares,
But you’ve gone pale as if you’ve seen a ghost, why are you so terribly upset,
Jenn, dad died years ago, seems he got lost, confused, but glad you two met.
Contest entry:One in Five 2 Poetry Contest
A Ghost story
Sponsor: Joseph May
Dated; 26th July 2022
O Leader! O Savior! O Heart so Brave!
Words falter to honour the path you've paved.
The nation's core, now fortified with zeal,
We stand to combat, with spirits of steel.
No predator lurks, no harm to dread,
Your flame has scattered the shadows we fled.
Beneath the azure sky, the sun's bright gaze,
We bask in the light of liberated days.
You were the beacon, the guiding flare,
The vessel that carried us through despair.
Your name, a byword for valour's crest,
A voice for the silenced, an ear for the oppressed.
You granted wings to those who'd never flown,
To brave the wastelands, to face the unknown.
In your footsteps, we found our pace,
Learning to rise from the dust with grace.
Yet whispers claim you've departed our side,
The thought alone makes the hopeful tide.
Denial grips me; the news can't be true,
As the masses mourn, their sorrow is in view.
My pen trembles, heavy with unshed tears,
Echoing the solitary cry that sears.
I hold back the flood, let it inwardly weave,
May it nourish the love you've left us to grieve.
You are the whisper in the wind's call,
The strength that rises after a fall.
In the unity of one and all,
O Leader, O Braveheart, you never fall.
© 30/09/2014
Malik Yaseen