Death Flower Poems

They all wanted to be 
     “Real men”

So off into the cruel seas they go
 In a big scrap of metal..

Might...

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Opa John

The caboose sits red—its iron spine cradles the earth like Atlas
rails stretching into nowhere. The stream murmurs softly
its voice threading through Ellie’s laughter like...

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I am naked.
_bare_
my hands
(_)Whose trace are these wounds?
I am naked.
[naked]
prominent blue grooves,
- Green,
- Blue,
- Red!
Red whispers(./:)
on your skin
crawls
_my skin_
Is pale(.)
your skin(,/.)
Stretches
_sketch_
[sleepy]
- are you dead
- are...

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And if God cares so wonderfully for flowers
that are here today and thrown into the fire tomorrow,
he will certainly care for you.
—Luke 12:28

saw my first...

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the Metamorphoses blamed it
for the death of lovers
who met under its branches for suicide
the Old Testament believes
blood from its fruit 
triggered war elephants 
to do...

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she told me she wanted her flowers
while she was still alive and well

her children collected bouquets, offerings
meant for her finicky nose to smell

she told me...

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The flowers died on Monday,
The ones that lay next to her bed

They pulled the plug on Monday,
The roses shrivelled up and dead....

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Written February 28, 2025, For contest Sponsored by: Sara Jama

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On...

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as the last petal falls
onto silk sheets
as the candles bloom
with electricity
as she shakes loose
her virginity
and beds her groom
as his blood drains
from his countenance
doomed
to her eyes
her...

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The last petal falls
     From a rose

Another season
     Fragmented 
Dieing alone

From spring
     Summer...

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The submerged fire, still burning inside,
A flame that’s unspoken, but cannot hide.
Though time has passed, her light still shines bright,
In the corners of your heart,...

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Why did you kill on a Valentine's day? 
She came to show you the depth of her love. 
Yet that same love you wickedly betray....

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Sartre was precise in his definition of hell
Excluded from humanity for just a case of birth
I’m punished for the others and why they’ll never tell
I’m...

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On the base of a flower vase,
that's where you left her last blood trace:
A reminder of your fresh kill;
your Valentine's day gruesome chill.

Caked blood now...

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How steady the merciless raindrop falls,
Could they be the fragments of my soul?
Wept from the mournful clouds, my mind.
Watering the diseased flowers, my body.
Yet my...

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