Best Mortality Poems

life is a feather on the wind ~ fallen from a sparrow who's not sinned

borne and adrift upon the air ~ brushed away like a stray strand of hair

fragile wanderer in doldrum streams ~ illuminated by moonbeams

floating on currents o'er the sea ~ never asks,...

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We are only here for a little while;
in the blink of an eye, we are gone.

Do what you can for your fellow man;
prepare for your permanent home.

Mortality is but a fragment of life.


02/23/2016
Contest: Fragment of life
Sponsor: Broken Wings...

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He is the silly brother of death
is never seen around the cradle
and has never turned up for the
first smoke
first beer
first love

He is waiting for you with jester cap and painted grin
halfway
Roaring with laughter he pushes aside
infinity

Together on the seesaw
he pushes you higher
and higher until you
dangle...

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My mortality,
I once deemed far away
For I was young and strapping
But winds of time cause thinking to sway
Bringing thoughts to bear of my eternal napping.
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TOM WRIGHT


Brother Larry,

When young, mortality,
Scarcely garners many passing thoughts,
But winds of time metamorphoses our thoughts
From what was, and is, into what...

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Another passing, quiet tears
A time of reckoning, a few more beers
Once wooded, now populated, concrete
Where crickets chirped, now a street
Dreams dying, goals unreached, a new reality
Coming face to face with your own mortality
Material achievement, awards on the wall
Of no real value, please take them all
To...

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the ocean existed before me

the waves do not cease

in my wake...

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Like fragranced flowers soon will lose their smell
and colors fade from red to light pastel,
my body, now, will rot awaiting hell
as those I love have proffered to foretell.

Yet love is but a moments fleeting gift.
In passion’s heat it purges heart and soul
and in the end...

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An earthly existence
A universe beyond my minds, comprehension
I die
I rise
Life lessons reviewed
Homeward bound
I am not lost, after all!
I am a willing participant
Serving, the Father, of all creation
His son combined, ‘producing life’ as we know it
Representing them, in everything I do
I am nothing, without Love!
My heart...

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Everyone is a blended mixture of
Elementals made up of 
Oxygen, carbon,
Hydrogen, nitrogen,
Calcium, phosphorus, and…
Trace elements
A divine recipe, perhaps?

Some are yet to be born
Some are young,
Some are old.
Some are people of color,
Some are people who lack color.
Some speak one language
Some speak many tongues.
Some are social
Some are...

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This weathering vessel that casts about
A barge adrift in the river of lies.
My crumbling ship, my hopes all cast in doubt
I navigate past cults of crying eyes.

This rusting old tanker betrays my flame
My boy joy driving fervent flaring glare.
I’m no match for terror by any...

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The oldest voices whisper below the ground.
Hands pull on roots — wind-beaten, gnarled —
stories woven through the fabric of time.
Bark peeled slick, leaves flattened,
the wisdom of what makes whole lies
between finger and thumb,
passed along like a flame, a prayer.

But the soil only knows part of...

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Why does he provoke me to anger?

He stalks among us -  with his song -
a wolf's grin

His inimicality beckons 
like a hawk's talons,
luring prey to certain death

Yet he imparts wisdom 
to those who bleed

Beware!

his insights twist 
like a pit of pepper x vipers;
devouring souls...

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The visceral pains were sharp, stinging and stern!
She swallowed them, in the bloody biting bitterness.
The gory talons of the fat obstetricians hung loose,
Ready to clamour for the afterbirth, salivating like hungry female canines. 
“Think of the baby,” said the stony-hearted, vampire-looking hag;
Whose fat mouth dripped...

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“The Clock on the Wall”

That clock! The clock with cruelty, unmovable.
Telling time to be forever in motion.
The ticking, a deafening sound. 
Marked by grime. 
Yellowed by generations, grown digital.
By generations choosing to be illiterate.
The face, weathered from gazing faces…from faces.
Forever burdened by the echo. 
TOCK!...

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Be it that I am doomed to walk the Earth
In fear of time - measured in mere fractions;
Starlight grants me comfort with twinkling mirth,
Lost in wakes of dread deeper than oceans.

I'd ask what it means to live over time,
of paupers; preachers; aristocrats, too - 
why...

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