Death Flower Poems

There's a place without walls.
For those who swear that they are floors.
and oh how they die like a flowers bloom
they lie so still in forgotten...

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Flying over the front lines
with the French Escadrille Lafayette
a brown and barren belt below
a strip of murdered nature and yet
during the warm months of spring...

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Awakened and degenerated, I feel I am clashing somewhere 
The clouds appear and then depart, just another face amongst billions  
Millions of colors of...

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You walked the earth with soil-stained hands,
A woman sowing life with tender plans,
Did you know your touch could wake in me
A heartbeat trapped in root...

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Death came today... 
taking my sweet Jess from me; 
to an even better place, I pray, 
than this life we shared so passionately. 

If only...

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Callimachus English translations

For Gail White

To the Cup-Bearer
by Callimachus
translation by Michael R. Burch

Decant the wine then toast "To Diokles!" Nor does the beautiful boy Achelous touch...

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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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