Best Going Down Poems
AS I SAW THE COFFIN GOING DOWN
My heart bled
My eyes turned red
My aunt said
My child don't be sad
Because of pain
I was even losing my brain
My tears were like rain
Flowed from my eyes now and again
I was told this too shall pass
And my joy will grow up again like grass
To be strong I was told
My arms were fold
My eyes I closed
I prayed to the Lord
I prayed to my God
As I saw the coffin going down
On my knees I fell
As I saw the coffin going down
I sang with my soul it is well
PoeticMonwa
Can a man go down among the dead?
Can he lie in his oblong box – his long house forever,
and be satisfied with never holding his heart’s desire?
Will he be at home in the musty earth where the worm gropes in the dark and
damp?
Will he finally find that peace for so long sought, where he is alone in the cold
and dark and damp.
Will the grin of death begin to show on his placid face to any who might
understand?
Will it show to those that might understand?
Is he hidden away so low, as low as he might go?
But he was enjoying bright sunny days, and then the smell of acrid earth;
so soon, all too soon
Going Down Under!
Toes step, from dry to wet sand
Foot sinks, bathes in waves
Whoosh, waves splash ankles to toes
Cold, cool water, how far should I go?
Waves pulls back, pulls sand into sea
Feet step, from wet to wetter sand
Feet sink, deeper in still
Cold, cool water, how far should I go?
Whoosh, waves splash ankles to knees
Waves deciding, I’m getting wetter
Whoosh, waves splash, knees to belly
Knees jelly, with my jelly belly
Whoosh, waves crash, belly to chest
Waves deciding, I’m falling backwards
Whoosh, waves smash, above me,
Falling, crawling, Going Down Under!
Noels_Art
Comments: Sometimes the water’s cold. FEEDBACK WELCOME.
The time has always been near as the Lord has said
Now just being more clear as all things move ahead
Man has distanced himself in so leaving God alone
More worried about personal wealth than God’s Glory shown
A trap ready to be sprung for all those who are wandering by
Of praises being left unsung by an inept ability to even try
A roadway filled with snares hidden from the naked eye
So worried of earthly cares thus dismissing what could belie
Once the time has passed there will be no turning back
For what one has not amassed is for what one will lack
The fork no longer in the road, it is simply a straight run
But what is now owed in not so recognizing God’s only Son
The sun will continue to set and the moon will still rise
But in what you have let you will now come to realize
Being far from the Word is simply fellowship with the enemy
It hasn’t occurred because the enemy doesn’t want you to see
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I reach out to the world around,
open my mouth....out comes no sound
how can you stand there....just watch me drown
watch me keep on, keep on going down...
Tell me was this part of your plan....
If it is I dont't quite understand,
can't you please just lend a hand,...
help me out.... point me to dry land....
Weren't you suppose to lead the way.....
teach me about life....all the prices we pay...
Say the things that families are suppose to say
instead of just pushing me away...
Form:
This airplane is on fire and it's going down.
Soon everybody on board will no longer be around.
I'm really scared because of the trouble that I'm in.
I'm praying and I'm begging God to forgive my sins.
Very soon I'll no longer be a part of the Human Race.
Very soon I'll be dead and I'll meet God face to face.
I'm really scared and my brow is covered with sweat.
I've done people wrong and that's something I regret.
Everybody else on this plane will die too, I'm not alone.
When we all die, Heaven will become our new home.
(This is a fictional poem)
< beneath waterfall
let your troubles wash away ...
cesspool is waiting
Entry For John Freeman's
The Precept Natures Haiku
G.L. All
There once was a fantastical player
who licked his way through every layer
he thought curls a pain
but it was quite plain
he'd stay down cause he wanted to lay her.
Have you noticed gas prices all over town?
At all of the pumps, they are going down.
It's a wonderful thing that seems almost unreal.
What great news for those who spend time behind the wheel.
Whether you drive a car or a truck,
it seems like a beautiful stroke of good luck.
Lower demand and increased supply cause the reduction.
OPEC also will not decrease production.
If you drive, you will have a little extra cash.
The lower the prices, the bigger the stash.
Another Atlantic City hotel-casino is going away.
The once-esteemed Taj Majal closes its doors after Labor Day.
It has a big casino with tables and machines galore.
There are posh restaurants, a state-of-the art theater, and much more.
This place is truly a landmark at the New Jersey Shore.
However, it will be a part of history, and not around anymore.
The hotel still bears a presidential candidate's name.
In recent years, it has fallen into financial shame.
It's been awhile since that man has been at the establishment.
These days, he's too busy running for President.
Not long ago, he had four hotels in the city.
Soon he will have none. Does that seem like a pity?
from a news story found on New York Daily News.com
Toxic love in its truest form.
I cannot let you go but,
I cannot conform.
Many years of tears,
and raised fists.
Too many of course,
we are both recidivists.
You finally went to the leave,
but I cannot let you go....
I cannot let us end this way,
I have to be able to show...
I love that I held in me,
and did not pass your way.
The sweet words that are still to be said,
and also the words I didn't say.
You want me to trust you,
But there are so many lies that you spun.
The horrible things that you have done to me,
They can never be undone.
With a great force she fell on the ground,
a terrible accident with horrible wounds.
I asked her what she was trying to do
and she told me softly - "The reason was you.
I thought I was able to touch the sky,
so being this naive I slipped from the height."
What exactly she meant I didn't quite know.
"Next time you should think more,
things are not always what they seem." -
I said gently to her - my silly little dream.
Typing in a chat room one day
I met a chick from Tasmania.
She was quite vivacious and gay,
(Kylie Minogue, only brainier).
I taught her several new terms,
but what I said might have shocked her.
She asked, "Can computers spread germs?
I'd better call the Flying Doctor!"
And I said
Do you come from a land down under,
where women know, and men blunder?
Would the sexes survive asunder?
I don't know, but it makes me wonder.
I said, "I can show you Devon,
or even Rome or Paris."
You want a stairway to heaven?
Sorry -- I'm not Rolf Harris."
She said she'd loosen her stays,
If I didn't sully her or bully her.
She said, "I'm always looking both ways,
just like Natalie Imbruglia."
And I said
Do you come from a land down under,
where women crow, and men thunder?
Would the sexes survive asunder?
I don't know, but it makes me wonder.
3-27-2012 Going Down
In case you've forgotten,
I love you more than words can say,
More than actions and behavior can determine,
I love you more than myself,this is why I leave you alone,
I would dream a million a times ,if only dreams were drama,
I would be a queen,but I don't got you,
And I don't have me,but if I had one more thing to say to this world ,
Is that I still love you even more so when I'm gone,
Down in the hole,where they will drop me,
I hope that it is noted,I left with a smile.
Form:
"Indian give," your hate for me
So I may live my life so free.
Return to sender, every lie,
Go on this bender 'til you're dry.
Now sing the song inside your heart
You, all along, knew how to start.
It goes, like sunday, peacefully,
Full rows of pews who pray for thee.
Your tears, upon my shoulders, bake,
The fears are gone, for heaven's sake.