Best Fatal Accident Poems
I check my rear view mirror,
Is it safe to change my lane,
Side mirrors checked but its not clear,
Everything’s fogged by pouring rain.
I make my move and extreme pain,
Airbags explode streams of light,
Trails of yellow fire in my brain,
Sirens reel in the dark night.
Written by Lee Ramage
July 29, 2011
For Nette Onclaud’s “Hutain this One” contest
Won 6th place
Dedicated to my sister-in-law who just
had a near fatal accident.
Warm Lamb Salad. Sounds mmm......I've shopped for the
ingredients. Planned my start - as timing is
all important in preparing good food…..
and Oh! fresh ingredients. It's obvious I take an interest in
favorable results. My thoughts wander as I chop
fresh basil for the dressing, fresh rosemary for the meat.
The local supermarket has come a long way in supplying
every need. As I work I wonder,
“What must it be like - to be famous?”
If I had been a celebrity would I have married Elvis?
Maybe I might have saved him from himself.
Pricilla didn't. Mmmmmmm the rosemary is aromatic while
the lamb is cooking.
How would I handle fame?
It is a closed door to me. I think of all the dead stars I have loved.
I feel the grief. Such tragedy weighs heavily - amid
red onions and baby arugula .
I wish I could have known any of them without
the chance of losing my enchantment
from personal familiarity - or their shortcomings. I search the refrigerator.
Wine for the cook! Sip…….then a blaze of insights
as I pile the greens onto an serving platter.
What does fame do to a person's mind?
Some say it brings arrogance. Maybe the difference depends on
how that someone handles power, money, or vanity.
Or how much sway any of it has over them. Mostly, it
must depend on the handling of disillusionment. Perhaps if
Princess Di had stayed at home with her boys, she may have avoided a fatal accident-but that's a value judgement and maybe Marilyn
might have been more careful of whom she committed
adultery with -yet another value judgement.
Hot lamb sliced and spooned over the greens.
And with that my thoughts turn to Joe Dimaggio and his motives
with the roses. Did he send them out of love and loss
for her -or for what publicity it might have
bought. So back to Elvis-
If you are adored by millions- world-wide- how must it
feel to be rejected by the someone you wanted the most?
Deep thoughts to be having - over a warm lamb salad.
The car rolls three times
And bounces off a tree
That's one I've survived
It's great to be alive !.
A few cuts and bruises
Remind me of my breath
That's one I've survived
It's great to be alive !.
Hindsight brings clear vision
And makes the forest clear
That's one I've survived
It's great to be alive !.
Those rain clouds look Divine
It's great to live in time
That's one I've survived
It's great to be alive !.
Another chance of life
Another glance at time
Another chance to love
It's great to be alive !.
Seeing life as precious
And how that love is life
Another chance to love
It's great to be alive !.
The life-joy of forgiveness
And letting go of luggage
Another chance to thrive
It's great to be alive !.
A supernatural cradling
I know that God is mine
Another chance for Love
It's great to be alive !.
A resurrected life....after a near fatal accident. Even rain clouds (problems) look great !.
By the beach, I walk. I see sea gulls flock. Breeze touching my face,
I can almost feel your embrace.
From a distance, I hear you whisper. From a distance, I hear it clearer.
I stop my heart, I make it tame. When I hear you call out my name.
I hear sea waves crashing against the rocks. The sound of it makes me
miss you a lot. Softly, the birds sing their song. Oh how much for you
I long!
From a distance, I hear you speak. As I hear your voice, my knees go
weak. If only I knew the words to express how I feel. Then you’d be
with me, you’d be here.
By the beach, the sun sets. I remember the day we first met. You were
by the beach on your knees. Asking my name, you even said please.
From a distance I see it before my eyes. I remembered too well how sparks
started to fly. We were inseparable, we fell so in love as we walked by
the beach gazing the stars above.
By the beach, we were to wed. It all changed when that fatal accident happened.
I remember too well that fateful night. Watching the news, it was a horrible
sight!
You were driving, on your way to me. When a car swiveled and took you away from
me. In the news, about your death I learned. I couldn’t breathe, my throat burned.
I cried a river upon realization. I just couldn’t stop this painful sensation.
I once had you, you were mine. Now everything isn’t fine.
I hear the waves beat against the shore and here I am with a mountain to climb.
If I could just change it all you're heart would beat here next to mine.
My love, sweet love I say this so that you'll know, "Though you're now gone away
from me it doesn't mean I'll ever let you go."
My love, sweet love, never can I replace you, no one in this world will ever do.
They'll never understand that my true love is only you.
Oh love, sweet love you were the very best thing that my Creator has given me.
By the beach, I stand here and there's nothing left but memories.
You were my heart
You were my soul
Yes my tears do steady fall.
In our grasp
It was there
Babe, we almost had it all!
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This poem was written by Lizann Tan and myself
In a Void of Emptiness, I Found a Dream : that did not belong to Me
You may call it Curiosity, but I decided “to Dream that “LOST “, Dream
As my Eyelids became Heavy with Sorrow : A Fatal Accident I would See.
Let me figure this out : A Beloved Has been Taken by a Tear, so it seems
A Sibling, A Sister , A Friend, A Companion, A HEART of a HEART
A Memory : Living FOREVER; Thriving on the TEARS of the Past
I did not Know YOU ; “Suzanne” but by Proxy, by YOUR Sisters’ Heart
I have someone very Dear, in Heaven: also “will YOU say Hello when You Pass
Inspired by LOVE for SIBLINGS : Dedicated To ~ Constance ~ A Rambling POET~~
Author's Note : If I am Wrong in the wording of this POEM, Constance, Pleease tell
me and I will delete LOVE , ALWAYS and FOREVER YOUR Liege, with LOVE...HG
(Harry)
Go on break its heart, don't be shy, ask it why
was it said in that way and not another?
Or maybe why the hell you even said that anyway?
A poem enters a boxing ring
gets beaten up, yet in the end
the loser is a winner,
the pummeling has changed its shape.
A seagull poops on your head,
kind of funny, everyone grins.
An eighteen-wheeler jackknives,
no one is hurt, poop does not kill,
but you're a poet, some kind of genius,
so you write about slippery bird guano
on a wet road,
a truck hydroplaning,
cars bursting into flames,
a trucker dying of colon cancer
long after that fatal accident.
Misery and joy must be manipulated
then handcuffed together.
You publish the deranged thing -
your mistake,
it's just another aberration of your nervous system.
Then you wait for some wiseass
to tear it apart,
and it serves you right.
LIGHTNING IN A BOTTLE
(Dedicated to legends who left a legacy in lives cut short)
Diana- not merely Princess of Whales
but grace, generosity and love so
purely personified
in gentle soul you kept your pain
in harsh surrounds of those
wholly undeserving
Your legacy lives on…
James Dean- what misfortune caused
fatal accident extinguishing flair at
twenty-four
the silver screen capturing a face
strikingly memorable
for evermore
Your legacy lives on……
Marilyn- transcended beauty demure
began just Norma Jean you shot to
swift fame
for men required a mannequin
your voice seductively enticed
then silent
Your legacy lives on…..
Kurt Cobain-- my idol you remain
Courageously you tried to hold
your flame
your voice cried out poetic and
lyrical pain
suicide’s tragic choice ending
to explain Your legacy lives on….
© Kim van Breda—June 2014
Are we not the mercy killers ourselves
To have deprived brother a soul in the
Rampage... To have deprived families
And devoid too only left a tatty memo
Are we not the mercy killers ourselves
To have claim immunity after the deed
Beast upon beast, ramp upon ramp to
Manifest in the so called harmony city
Harare bred the playgrounds of abrupt
Peverse behavior of the brother in blue
And his grey top revealing the untold
Suffering, born victim of circumstances
Harare where brothers in blues and grey
Open fire to citizens and the press turns
Be inarticulate and off relevance...Damn
We are muted yet we long to burst cries
Arent we mercy killers? If we screen the
Scenary of the drawned brother in Seke
Nyatsime river caused terror, Flooded ?
Ironic is not it ? Mercy killers, mongers
Arent we mercy killers? If we screen the
Scenary of the fatal accident along Seke
And fail to pay grief to the fallen brother
In the same Seke road our cameras rom.
Tonight, at the foot of the bed,
She is watching.
How peaceful he is sleeping.
Wondering if he ever thought,
Of that crucial night.
That changed their lives.
He took off in a speed,
After revealing his secret.
End up in a hospital bed,
In need of a heart transplant.
Rushing to be with him,
Her life end,
With a fatal accident.
Brain dead, they said.
Now her heart is beating,
In his chest.
Feeling lost and betrayed,
She came to claim.
What is rightfully hers.
While he is sleeping,
Next to his lover.
If she couldn’t have him in the living,
While they both were alive.
Then it’s time he must die.
They made their vowels.
'til death do us part.
The Complete Nick Armbrister Poetry Collection Volume 3 1996 - 2013
Copyright 2014 Nick Armbrister
ISBN - 978-1-326-06538-6
my poem based on true events, out of my book
Beware
Brit gal went on hols to Thailand, wanted a good time. What she got was hell. Riding a moped down a road, something went so wrong. She hit a minibus while going fast, whose fault was it? Was she on the right side of the road? Catapulted thirty yards in the road, thud!
Mushy head time. A Brit cop working with his Thai colleagues saw her. Her head smashed in, brains spread onto the road. Still alive and very conscious she asks for her parents, crying her last tears. Then she’s gone.
If you go to Thailand remember the poor Brit gal and her fatal accident. Don’t drink or do drugs and ride a bike or moped and wear a helmet.
Beware!
It's not enough from terrorist attacks,
to take such precious lives.
Builders of Tropicana contracts,
not caring who survives.
A drastic fatal accident,
that took our families.
That day in October came and went,
we discovered contract fees.
Is there no end of deceiving,
who can we turn to.
How do we know when loved ones are leaving,
God what should we do.
Let us put a stop to such actions,
help to keep each other safe.
Take not our lives precious possessions,
a life that God gave.
Now it is time to say goodbye,
our loved ones were received.
Sent to angels in the sky,
from this Tropicana Tragedy.
when everything has stopped working
no light, its dark but we can still see through
none is happy but note that no one is crying.
Every reality is unfolding...friends lock you out
of the comfort zone!
doubting that maybe the so called enemies are
the ones to open the doors for better times
i was stuck, had no one to turn to
in my room alone.
cannot believe it its been two decades now
and yet am still doubting my own reflection
Boy you have grown so tall...and so curious
what happened to that ....blurry vision!?
sometime back i was damaged
had a fatal accident, got stitched up
i can still see the scar below the eyes
wow, who ever thought you could turn out
this way..!?
despite all that you can still stand up and walk again
Dear uncle , how are you and your family?
I thank God you did not leave us that day
When that fatal accident happened .
How would i have cried and weep for you?
How would i have danced that forbidden song
A song of sorrow in the market place?
Many had left without a glance and goodbye to their families
And never knowing God.
Yet you were giving a second chance to live and
Express what is in your head to humans.
To erase the ugly image of your wife from your head.
MY dear uncle,
Many things has happened here
so many Lives left behind weeping .
The goats have bore prematurely and
the cows in the whole street moo no more
The sun has even promise to visit us to increase our sufferings.
While the rain has stopped immediately.
I want you to remain calm and worry not.
Although i received the parcel sent to me by you
Asking about Our beloved country
I read the message there in and wept.
Don't bother yourself about Nigeria nor its government.
I could have discuss that with you but i need not to
bother your humble soul for that lost nation
Who celebrated its centenary with the blood suckers
When the innocent were left unhonoured.
You need to see our houses , its has been razed by fire.
A fire from the terrorist.
Our street filled with blood.
Dear uncle, it has been like hell living down here.
But we always pray for the massaiah to come,
Yet things seems very rough and tough each time we pray harder.
Take care of your children and crave not of Nigeria.
Tell Madam Rich That Nigeria is a terrorist center.
Explain to NIgerians Union in America that our mother, Nigeria is bereaved.
the leaders has done us no good.
Narrate to your children the Amagalmation of Nigeria by those who
Never look in to the future.
I would drop my Companion here
HE had tried and need compassion for his bravery .
Hope to hear from you soon not about Nigeria but
Of your health and family.
Nigeria will be built by Nigerians when they are Ready>
February 4th, 1999 - two hundred
and fifty two months ago
Shana Aubrey Harris officially completed,
now ranks among status quo
lawfully, legally, legitimately in toto
twenty one orbitz around the sun - whoa!
Chronological benchmark ye did attain
plus major purchase of second automobile
(2002 Subaru Impreza) skill ye did gain
curious if family/friends helped ye maintain
being calm, cool, and collected -
quite a taxing acquisition, one need be sane.
Said significant decision
perhaps makes heart skip a beat,
but analogously, and literally
puts ye in driver seat
tending to maintenance
of vehicle sweet
figurative taste of liberation,
while familiarizing feet
to become acclimated
accelerating at velocity
with precious fleet,
obeying Sir Isaac Newton's
first law of motion.
More important gently
and timely to apply brake
lest police siren wails
finding ye to quake
thus requiring thee
to summon nerves of steel,
cuz friendly police thirst
he/she doth slake
issuing moving violation
scenario haint no nightmare
unless fatal accident occurs,
whereby family and friends attend wake
mourning beloved daughter
forever ruing grievous
loss for Pete's sake.
Even after time tested practice
acquiring consummate skill
experiencing diverse situations
manning steering wheel will
unexpectedly introduce during
different seasons frightful scenarios
analogous to getting
spooked by ghostly chill
ye must Carrie on as
the shining defensive driver
setting sterling pride to self
giving ego uber lyft till
ye get over the hill
much quicker than Jack and Jill.
Too much sun we cry
We cry for rain in return
Heavy cloud and rain we cry
We cry for sun again
Harmattan with cold breeze
We think of sun
At birth pillars laugh
At death mourners lament
By growth we laugh at
A stand still we complain
Even as too much growth gives
Many burden
Disease is a regret and by peace
And love we exist like politics and wealth
At war and natural clash we hook doom
With ceremony we celebrate
At fatal accident we burn with
Passions of pity
Sickness is a change and repentance
Is cheap at sick bed
What then is life all about
A basket of joy and later
A basket of pins of pains
Purpose is not action
But action is from purpose