Night, drape deep in slumber.
O dream, to nightmare turn?
Multitude, legion, number!
Death, dearth to discern...
Rule of law in wasted land?
Show them, when ye stand.
Orderly, cold countermand?
Break before bed, band.
Young fools making with the schtick?
Candle, burn out quick.
Light both ends and nicker. Wick?
Bone within me, pick.
Wound in heart of warrior?
Stray, become the cur.
Dynamite, how to deter?
Blades and chimes a-whir.
Terrible to live? Oh, yes.
Blossom, O my stress.
Torment, foment thy best guess!
Who would be the less?
Ululation, ugly, meld.
Hound, bay in the street.
O for yearlings on the geld!
Bill, pay self with beat.
Fallow field in autumn?
Rickshaw on the move?
Congregation, sing a hymn!
Inspire to improve...
Categories:
numbered, business,
Form: Rhyme
Bane of every human,
The rich and poor alike,
It seizes and spares none,
It summons out our souls,
The living weep and mourn.
Bane of every human,
Our bodies decompose,
We go back to the earth,
From whence we were moulded,
Sadness displaces mirth.
Bane of every human,
Some have seen it coming,
They saw celestial beings,
Approach them for a flight,
Mundane can’t by this means.
Bane of every human,
Each day draws us closer,
With much to accomplish,
We fall, we rise, we run,
Not much time to relish.
April 12, 2022.
Death
Form M - Monchielle - New Poetry Contest
Constance La France
Categories:
numbered, death, loss, sad,
Form: Monchielle Stanza
Numbered Days
Written: by Miracle Man
May 27, 2021
The world it seems, is in dire straits today,
It seems many, are neglecting to pray.
On very little does mankind agree,
it’s always the other guy, never me.
Instead of counting blessings, it's defeats,
violence and mayhem command our streets.
Shattered lives, are being consumed by fraught,
anxiety and fear dominate thought.
We see our existence hang by a thread,
and many look hinder, never ahead.
while wondering just how much God will take,
some seek payment for another's mistake.
Categories:
numbered, blessing, how i feel,
Form: Rhyme
The earthquakes are felt,
Pandemic brings anxiousness,
Strong storms rock the world.
Categories:
numbered, nature,
Form: Haiku
His days are numbered
A journey, fate is determined to take my Dad.
Old age, ( 94 ), stage four cancer makes me sad.
This came across the wires on Friday’s phone call.
My thoughts, bring to this reality, this may be all.
His last words, three thousand miles away, I hear.
They now become the grit for my greatest fear.
His face, his humour, his spirit will not be around
for my grandsons wedding, when I am in town.
I pray that the coming of this July,
tears do not cloud, make for a blue sky.
Shroud the essence behind my third eye,
filling my hours with tears, as I cry,
for the loss of my Father,
rising to meet his Mother.
B. J. “A ” 2
April 9th, 2018
Categories:
numbered, father,
Form: Rhyme
~ Inexorably,
Our breaths tick off the minutes ...
Cherish ... every ... one ~
Categories:
numbered, appreciation, life, wisdom,
Form: Senryu
The police were called in
two days after he didn't show
for dinner, and it took another
four days before they realized,
that the pile of clothes
they had all been
stepping over in the hallway
covered what was left of the
bloodless body.
It had been picked so clean
and so hygienically
that there had been
no suspicious odor.
The forensic experts
were called in and at first
it was a mystery that all thought
would take months to solve,
if ever.
Then, some canny constable
noticed the bite marks
of a three on one of the bones,
and then, after close observation,
the marks of a seven, and a one
twenty five.
The verdict was obvious!
Death by numbers. Not
the big ones,
he had always handled those.
It was the vicious little ones
that had caught him by surprise,
around the ankles,
early one morning,
in a darkened hallway,
on the way to the shower.
Case Closed!
Categories:
numbered, allusion,
Form: Free verse
Can it be that our numbered days are coming to an end?
Can our road of love, lust, loyalty, triumph, and failure be turning to a dead end?
For our days have slowly passed, yet the years have flown fast by us.
The free highways we once ran have turned to slow winding gravel roads that lead us through meadows of green.
May the Sun shine bright, and the breeze blow the sweet feeling of freedom through my hair in our final hour.
I will hold you in my heart till my dieing time, the memories of you will never fade, they will always be.
Our road in this life may be ending, but we'll continue our journey down the roads on the other side.
Categories:
numbered, angel, devotion, farewell, miss
Form: Free verse
My days have been numbered,
Youth had had its call.
Daredevilry was my doing,
As I zipped on the highway,
Yielding to none,
Speeding away, speeding away.
How I miss those starlit nights,
Always new company,
Venting Rock's rants,
Evenings were for make-out.
But time would march on,
Even youth will be spent,
Ending in age's despair,
No one to care, with no one to care.
Now here I lie, an entity forgot,
Uncouth are my looks,
Mildewed is my frame,
Broken my body, as is my soul.
Everything's gone busted,
Roaring engine's gone rusted,
Eyesore for all,
Damned to Rust in Pieces?
~18 Jun 2016~
Categories:
numbered, age, allegory, body, car,
Form: Acrostic
dawn’s light on iced smoke
hell’s heaven or heaven’s hell
sunrise on ashes
John G. Lawless
11/19/2105
Categories:
numbered, death, life,
Form: Haiku
Slowly crawling along searching for life's sustenance
no sense of urgency
no sense of future
Only living for today
leaving tomorrow's where they lie
basking in the heat of the sun
flapping your little effervescent wings
taking you where ever you want to go
Beware little friend
when the cold winds blow
and the sun slips farther away
movements will become more difficult
life will come to a crawl
no longer able to fly
we'll be frozen in time
Categories:
numbered, metaphor,
Form: Personification
There bloomed a field of flowers wild
across a meadow bare
fallen seeds from ravens beak
there traveled free of fare
Heavens tears washed their bed
then covered a blanket spun of sun
giving life to such fragile flowers
yet to life the winters come
Thin and sheer those sheets like glass
a pretentious lens on the past
much like innocence and a human soul
like ice they crack and adapt
Seasons ever change
and beauty washes away
Tis the artistry within the wild
the knowing it will never be the same
Oh yes, one day, they'll live again
they will seem even stronger than before
finding their moments bathed in tears
but their days in the sun no guarantor
Cruel winters shall never cease to come
vanishing colors first vibrant
just like the soul exponentially broken
ebbs it's passion and soon becomes silent
One must color the path they see
one must see the hues of their dreams
for the fare is no longer free of charge
nor the number of seasons we'll see
Categories:
numbered, color, dream, passion, seasons,
Form: Rhyme
Take it easy,take it hard
Take it inch by inch,take it by the yard
Get it,how you get it
Remember how you got it
And don't ever say you forgot it
Remember a word so misunderstood
Superstitions got you knocking on wood
Got you making the sign of the cross
Got you thinking your friends a jinx and that's why you loss
We forget the things that mean the most
And get side tracked by something a star post
Caught up in bull*****that don't matter
Far fetched dreams make your ego a mirror that's shore to shatter
Remember the first time you had a crush
The first time you drank like a lush
The first time you ever kissed
But more importantly the time with your family you missed
Memories are the things you shouldn't forget
Rather then saying pappa need a new pair of shoes when you lay your next bet
Forget not betting the opposing team
Cause win or lose you'll never fur full you dream
Wake up like god parted the sky's and hit you with a light beam
Remember what really counts
Family not dollar amounts
Categories:
numbered, cancer,
Form: Rhyme
Fog thick as thieves reduces sight
Misty drops drip from eaves
All's quiet in nature's realm
How my heart slowly bleeds
Time seems to be swiftly ending
Days are numbered 'pon wall
See the calendar's pages move_
Xes seem to voice sqall
Categories:
numbered, life,
Form: Rhyme
If my days on Earth were numbered,
I would cease to take simple things
in life for granted
I would take time to gaze
at a rose, as it slowly blossoms
I would take time to gaze
at a clear, night sky,
as the stars twinkle back at me
I would enjoy the wind
and rain, like the times
I was a child
Family would come first
before every one I know,
knowing that it would be last
time I see them
By: Teddy Kimathi
Categories:
numbered, death, devotion, life, passion,
Form: Free verse
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