Best Fantasydeath Poems
One night I had a dream. I heard a blood curdling scream.
It was death approaching me....
Thirty-two years I've escaped the clutches of death
I'm exhausted and out of breath
It's time to straighten my tie and man up!
Slip on these boxing gloves and stand up!
"Ding, Ding" is the sound of the bell
I was determined to fight my way out of hell!
The Grim-reaper dances around the ring.
Blow after blow my body and face feel the sting.
His fists never miss, he's lightening fast.
By the end of this fight I'll be dead or in a body cast!
He bobs and weaves trying to avoid me,
And just like Muhammad Ali -
"Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee!"
Taking me further into Death Valley!
My back is against the ropes.
I begin to doubt and give up hope.
I took a hit, my eye split, and I tumbled like an acrobat!
With a splat, my back hit the mat!
I lost consciousness, but could hear voices all around me.
This erie voice hissed, "Join us in hell for eternity!"
I felt my chest jolt and life flowed through my spine.
I opened my eyes immediately felt like a new man.
To my surprise I had survived The Last Stand!!
*For Rambling Poets contest "I dreamed...."
* I chose "Death" - truly enjoyed
Mum’s courteous sprinkles denounced delusion cowardice.
And demented a destiny Willenhall to Bethlehem for life price.
But hallelujah brought my children forward for hallucination.
My partner mended her menopause to hale hammada action,
Harangue lumps machinations to overtrade a human slice.
Israel a stone heart land death flags a fear of attack or terrorism,
Lord Jesus Christ, a Jew, no Christian, who denied not spiritualism,
Jerusalem a market of God religions fried portions of innocence life,
A stone wall divided God’s death and birth in hands of criminalism.
How religions equal educationalist never spoke about are defaming crise?
My spirit walked with truth and faith to agree to pray for World Peace,
To plain problems to seed love and needs to iron religious crease,
The mountain of sands were pouring dishonesty and greed lees,
A sea is dying and remind ‘Death is certain’ Oh human why you tease?
A scream awoke those in the churchyard,
a mad scream from the maiden lain there
From death she awoke in the dark crypt
From cold death and so full of despair.
Shrouded she’d lain ‘pon altar of bone,
So deep in her dream darkened repose,
She was startled awake by a Godly light,
Sure ‘n startled by His light she so rose.
All alone,
All alone, all alone……
Tear drenched, she ran from sanctuary,
through the church up the stairs so steep.
Stout souls who had stirred from their slumbering
Rose up and listened, as on did the fair maid weep.
She bemoaned her roaming most unbidden,
toward the curs’d cross guild of the Moon;
through ash darkened paths ‘cross the midden,
she stumbled blind ‘neath a maudlin red moon.
In awe she entered the maze full of wanderlust,
She’d trespassed though to her ‘twas unknown
“Trespasser!” screeched the mad man so feverous.
As he wildly lifted his bolt to his longbow.
“You must go, NOW!
Go now, JUST GO!”
“But where?” said the wane wandering maid.
“Where shall go, I’m so lost and so alone?”
“Just GO!” said he, raising long bow high,
“Just GO! Just GO! Just GO!”
So, she was struck down in full moons light.
like a doe had she tarried to long their;
As the fletched bolt took flight and ended her life,
in a wild torrent of her auburn brown hair.
All alone, all alone all alone……
So, forewarned be thee in the full moons light
All forewarned so thee be though alone
N’er walk thee alone in the mad Moon’s maze
Or thee’ll be raised on an alter of bone.
A ghost train traveled through my dream last night.
That lonesome whistle brought chilling fright.
Warnings from death was it's constant endeavor.
Hearing mournful cries of souls, trapped there forever.
Running in fear, gaining no ground, heart racing,
Praying for salvation, freedom from this fate, now facing.
Memories, regrets, flashing with speed, forgive the haunted soul.
Lord please wake me from this nightmare, dark as the devils show.
The track runs on in constant rhythm, taking the unworthy in.
Lives in shambles, wrought threw foolishness and sin.
Oh morning come, let this train pass me by, leave me be.
I hear the message, change will come, it will set me free.
A ghost train traveled through my dream last night.
That lonesome whistle brought chilling fright.
Warnings from death was it's constant endeavor.
Hearing mournful cries of souls, trapped there forever.
DOREEN CYR
OCTOBER 17,2010
Form:
A buzzard dancing
in a field,
bone in claw
clicking,
picking further
cannot be real,
in foaming masks
of blood
he basks
A death of beauty
as ether flies,
the buzzards watch
as spirit denies,
a lasting breath
right to last,
and his appetite
grows vast
All to survive
watching
the weak,
awaiting
their date,
death is fleeting but
supper is made,
magnolia leaves
are floating to bay,
this conundrum of dreams
but who’s to say
A Native with
the lancing spear
wreathed in snakes,
bead to eye
now buzzards in
some dinner make,
reflex-ed out
in bone to ground,
oozing to
not breathe a sound,
as death did greet
old friends eyes,
they smiled and said
‘You took awhile’
The man growls,
forbidding death to take hold,
his mate on his arm,
flailing in the cold,
rushing away from the darkness,
the best they could,
avoiding death as they should,
he wanted her alive,
but he would abandon her,
if she continued slowing him down,
as they headed for hire ground,
it’s every man for himself,
during the end of days.
His skin hardened and black,
scars ripped and stained his back,
his eyes were deeply set,
as he tried heading into safety.
The night birds saw them as prey,
he looked at his mate without a word to say,
he dropped her down and left her behind,
but in his heart he really wanted to stay.
The cold would consume her, he thought,
and death would be the last thing to cross her face,
but that wasn’t the case,
he went over the mountains,
there he met the his doom,
he should have stayed with his mate,
as the Angels of Heaven poured down and rescued her,
as it was her fate,
his doom,
her faith,
his gloom.