Deathbeds Poems - Poems about Deathbeds

...Gray wings at the edge of a threadbare blue. A feathering that attenuates and denatures. Beneath somber clouds stone angels watch green granite deathbeds crumble in darkening dens. Octob......Read the rest...

...You are all vehement and gutsy Putting across even the wrong forcefully With vulgarity drawing a bow or curtsy From a righteous man smeared shamefully You care not for truth but to win Teasi......Read the rest...

... A Realistic Tragedy of Shakespearean Density and Range or Brush with Death -- and Coupon (Plus Buy One Plung*r and Get One Free) "On dying, each s*u......Read the rest...

...A nation dies when its ideas become slogans nothing is deeply planted or cultivated just notions to be scattered around as exposed hayseeds that fly directionless. When a state is oppressed ......Read the rest...

...Faded away— and all that is left is the shape of it— the memory. Brown leaves lightly disturbed in their cold deathbeds by your black paws— ears lifted—slanted forward. Your eager stri......Read the rest...

...We are fighting against a new virus Which entered our world in twenty-nineteen Which made our days nothing but tedious And which is entitled COVID 19 Myriads of people are infected And myriads......Read the rest...

...At sunrise the heron soars effortlessly upon the breeze waves roll in crashing upon the rocks and beaches rising tides reach high upon the sands then fade away the sun breaks through my window and......Read the rest...

...In clouds of spring fresh whispy dreams prevail They tell of joy as hope in hearts arise With youthful frolic's yearning wishing wells In fairytales seen through poetic eyes In clouds of summer......Read the rest...

...The ladder is cold steel and past its days, dulled to a natural grey Yet its rungs still stand strong, stretched over the battered frame See over time, a ravished age, the world has grasped the lad......Read the rest...

...The sand is stained red with our bygone blood, the blood that brought us from Ararat to the Alti, a tribe trekking intrepidly through the Eurasian terrain, caravans of Caucasians clad with Celtic......Read the rest...

...Co-empathic passions like hearts with flowers, mothers with soft sunny spring shower days, Develop interdependent webs of both/and intimacy, like bodies with loving minds wrapped around lovin......Read the rest...

...I have prayed,and prayed hard, for the deaths of 2 people. Lest you think me a criminal, an explanation: one was my mother-in-law, a frail 89 yr. old who had a bad fall. Her organs were already faili......Read the rest...

...For thus I am entangled in a web of despair! A widow's orb of woven thread. 'Tis a stalker's venom that keeps me there. A visceral poison; paralyzing it spreads. Transformed; tram......Read the rest...

...My skin is in error. Now I am clothed in revile and terror. Flesh was stitched to my hands to feel, to touch. However, the snares of men have entrapped my love Like a ghost forgotten, loneliness ......Read the rest...

...Little Men They speak Before thinking They speak After drinking They speak When silence would make them wiser They speak The words of little men Sadly they know not the land of the me......Read the rest...