DEATHLY WARMTH
My head rolls in hazy smoke.
I feel warmth in the burns of death.
White, sickly ashes stain my plates.
Death sends a warm smile.
The more it burns,
the friendlier death becomes.
The more hell welcomes me,
the more insanity embraces me.
With every cigarette,
my final abode digs deeper.
Never mind, I know what is calling.
I still don't believe,
for the burns of it
only give me an indescribable feeling.
I gladly ignore the warning.
Not all smokers does death embrace faster.
I only die by God's will.
It's not my doing.
It's the doing of cigarettes
the feelings and joy they give.
Either way, they send you down
three glorious roads
The paradise of insanity.
The warmth of death.
The heaven of hell.
Tima Write
There are no deathly endings
Have not but new life's hope rang
For Heaven's welcome.
Like that which you've closed behind
From her side know you opens
Again for Love's home.
Deathly Stares
Upon the boat we sit and stare,
At Sea and souls and sin and air.
The fate of man is written scarred,
The doomed condemned, the deathly barge.
To Hell we sail, no Holy Grail pride,
Can save our lives from waves and tides,
Which carry us onward through this fearful night.
No light in the sky of the afterlife.
He pushes us onto to who knows what,
The faceless unseen, the unknown thingy, wotnot.
His name is not known by mere mortals.
We never knew about all these portals.
Some go up but most go down.
You cannot leave, you cannot drown,
For all your future has been written.
You shook the hand, then you were quickly bitten.
Contracts signed on the dotted line.
One soul for one life,
For one being, one’s self.
Now you shall suffer the eternal Hell.
Across the river of Styx,
Awaits The Devil’s tricks,
And you can never stop,
His deadliest of plots.
(C)2022 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Angry eyes lurk in the forest
Deep within the Deathly Hollows
With unsuspected fervency
And malevolence it closely follows
An apparition from the grave
A vision from nightmarish dreams
With nimble hands that quickly throttles
And icy fingers that stifles screams
None who enters survives this realm
So menacing and devoid of light
In the Deathly Hollows murky mist
Still is the air and cold is the night
The big thing about being a couple
Is the death thing
I mean if I die before you
Who is there to back you
If you die before me
How many will come after
Batman is a rich guy
with an all over bullet proof vest
That’s if I ever let go your hand
Ripped the world from its only hope
I can’t feel my legs
That’s because they are over here
With the rest of your body parts
No heaven for me
Cause I will bring a sword
Prove your mistake
If you took them away
I never knew I liked the sound of snoring
Watch them doze
hopes of dreams anew
Love you even
when I am not
here.
so hard to go there
yet so rare expensive scripts
hidden somewhere there
IN this place there is a Deathly silence.
A place full of pain caused by violence
Pain that stays and forever last
Memories of pain that comes from the past
Pain that remains buried down deep and comes
Back with vengeance when your asleep
Pain that is the cause that makes your heart race
So walk out the door and leave this bad place.
there is no fire in the lavender skies of February
it is as if all that exists with warmth, light and desire
has fled to the future
it is here that the white swans muse and ponder
slowly stirring in hapless meanderings
through a stoic sluggish pond
it is here that I find myself coming to belong
nestled in the cold casket of a wind still winter
spring has shown its face with flowers
soiled, stagnant and sour
nature cultivates somber green to justify the incessant gray
the mossy sludge of rains fallen in my desolate pall
where there are no colors in my empty heart
for I have imprisoned hope and lost the key
somewhere in the dire fog
this catatonia speaks tones of wretched gloom
that paralyzes with foreboding dullness
its ghastly numbness buries the ghosts that haunt
for gray gives my soul a vapid and sullen vacuity
I tread bent and worn in this wasteland
seeking a sojourn with deathly swans
I am empirically lost in the shroud of shielded gray skies
hiding myself in the mists of passionless pain
DEATHLY HUSH
There is a gasp
Then the audience fall silent,
Staring with disbelieving eyes.
This actor, who has ruled the stage for years,
Bringing laughter, wringing tears;
Winning awards along the way
For almost every film or play,
Has made them hold their breath before
But not just walking through the door.
Puzzled by the crowd’s reaction,
He hesitates for just a fraction.
The leading lady, with a frown,
Offers him her dressing gown.
And then he notices what’s wrong.
He’s forgotten to put his costume on.
10th May 2021
The Audience Falls Silent contest
Sponsor - Kai Michael |Neumann
Thousands of people lay dead,
Countless corpses, countless teary goodbye.
Umpteen people are helpless,
In the hands of an invisible monster.
Places once bursted at the seams,
Has now turned into a forlorn, desolate place.
We are constantly fighting,
An inconspicuous Frankenstein.
Once called the "Queen of all Seasons",
Has now turned into a deathly realm.
When will this come to an end?
When will we breathe again?
But we are all born as a fighter,
Let us fight together,
To defeat this deadly monster coronavirus.
Till then, stay safe,
STAY AT HOME.
the man rode the horse
he left the reins
sometimes he had to live like this
like everyone
woman looked very long from after
to go was unknown
some questions stuck in our minds
like everyone
the same pain in both
love hits the heart of
some things had to happen
deathly
In illusions we dwell..
Nights starry, obscured
Days bright, all dull
Shining lies that bell
A Cosmos so immense, so grand
Yet in a fading Past does it swell
In deceit do we prevail
As Truth whispers a deathly Spell
I cannot see a mauve rose without falling tears,
mother- even after all these long years;
the sweet scent makes me weep, weep,
I close my eyes and see them all again, draped;
on your casket- on the ground some have escaped,
most days, I can bury this memory deep, deep.
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June 17, 2018
Written for the contest, When Line Six is a Perfect Fix
Sponsor, Silent One
First Place
Mind astir in dark shadows,
Silence, all asleep,
Ears strain for flashes of life,
But no, not a beep.
Tears roll down my eyes,
Unspeakable sorrow drowns
words - thoughts face demise.
09/14/17
Contest: Seguidilla
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
If I should die, dress me in purple satin
On my neck a string of pearls fasten
Lay upon me roses red
A weeping tear shed
Oh, this I
Dread
Cannot lie
Life is a thread
The end of it, I do dread
Promise, I will not be forgotten
If I should die, dress me in purple satin
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June 22, 2016
Poetry/Rhyme/Andaree/My "deathly'' Fear
Copyright Protected, ID 16-803-432-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest, A Poem That You Enjoyed
sponsor, Lewis Raynes,
Honorable Mention
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Written for the contest, Your Worst Fear
sponsor, Laura Loo,
First Place
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