Memory Death Poems

In the shadowed alcove of memory, Where forgotten dreams curl like smoke, I wander, a spectral seeker, Tracing the edges of existence.

The moon, a pale...

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to gaze the beauty of heart within
to dwell in the aura of dawning hue
with respecting the vow of love,apart
to have a pretty friend like you

to...

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you remember that one time when ava fell off the swings and cut her knee?
how everyone laughed at her for her childish hubris in thinking...

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The third of  May 
A long time ago 
How can I forget the day 
I had to sing hurray 
To my beautiful baby twins...

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The mind
its own place
be it heaven
or hell

The soul
but a bucket
to empty
or fill

Goya
a madman
DaVinci
extolled

Sharing
a genius
they fought
to control

Bleed out
the poison
death waits
to reclaim

Or memory
gets buried
and darkness
— remains

(Dreamsleep: May,...

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These are poems about sinking, poems about drowning, poems about loss, and poems about new discoveries we sometimes make while feeling lost...



Sinking
by Michael R. Burch

for...

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How sweet the sorrow
How deep the void 
We go on with one less tale of footprints in the sand beside us. 
With wishful eye is...

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  Night after night, images flicker on the tube
    Horrific images of ‘the enemy’ dying
      Dying...

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In chambers filled with laughter, light, and carefree sound,
A discordant echo hangs, heavy and unbound.
A specter in the corner, draped in deep shadows,
A chilling truth...

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mirror tells lies when it looks back at you,
image shown is which you already knew,
does not show your thoughts, wisdom, or feelings,
image not truth, however...

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This blessing is a question
Just a thought I'm throwing out….
It is actually less a blessing
than something to think about…

Although it is inevitable…
for death we cannot...

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(In memory of Uncle Thomas)

Bumpy breeze, like a blasting roar
That day when you did soar without an oar
Twenty-two years of sorrow, too long
For many years,...

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A favorite memory of her grandma began before she could even say a word…
In her Grandma’s backyard, sitting on her lap…tossing seeds out for the...

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There is a grave with no name
That stands lonelier still.
It has no flowers nor despairing mourners
And the grass grows thick and bushy,
For this grave is...

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Amidst summer’s day
Post middle school finale
In the concrete valley
A vanguard viking lay

We gathered as a ragtag crew
Peeled his corpse off the floor
Carrying him, despite the...

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