Requiem Poems

Concrete Requiem

Written August 18, 2025, for contest Sponsored by Vanya Evangeline

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Orpheus in the Underpass,
strummed not strings but a tape untied, 
melodies muttering on weathered stone,
beneath the urban sprawl—
where shadows reign,
And graffiti whispers tales of kismet.

Eurydice donned her headphones,
When the cab clipped her soul,
She

Jukebox Requiem

ANGIE, that last slow dance in smoky haze—
you slipped UNDER MY THUMB like twilight’s ache.
The Rolling Stones crooned fate through tangled days;
I tried to PAINT IT BLACK for mercy’s sake.

But YOU CAN’T ALWAYS GET WHAT YOU WANT—truth stings—
just loaded TUMBLIN DICE in neon towns,
chasing HONKY TONK WOMEN on borrowed wings
while WILD HORSES dragged dreams to

The Dustbin of History: A Requiem for Western Media

Once, they claimed to hold the torch,
To light the world with truth and reason.
But the West’s media empire—
Was born not in truth,
But in treason.

From BBC’s royal scripts,
To CNN’s manicured myths,
From Fox’s fury-laced fables,
To NBC’s polished distortions—
They were trained, not to inform,
But to perform
For the empire's applause.

Every lens tilted,
Every headline coded,
Every silence calculated—
To shape the world
In

Mercury's Requiem

There was a young man named Fred
(the tooth fairy lived in dread)
a wild flamboyant from afar
the spice island Zanzibar
a singer he'd been
and sang a good song
with four-octave range
in the band called Queen
tho' considered 'strange'
with plus four in the upper jaw
he had more teeth than most
once nicely depraved
now dead and gone
when he gave up the ghost
shuffled

Requiem en terna

A warm sun rises
As Cardinals bow their heads
Hope springs eternal

Hide of Tyke in Hold

Heartthrob in damsel drag
Belief of human bile
Completely instilling cascading dregs of mechanical flesh, bones and spit
64th avenue 
And coiling deft doom
Winged balls of bulging blood and speckled steel
Merry wails and flutters of moths unsealed 
Fitted upon falling kneel
And reckoned release of rotten roadkill-
Rats and babes and brats
Congealed candy and sickeningly sweet brandy
And hailed light of

A Masked Requiem for a Virulent Era

A cold berating 
light-erasing rope
survives
relentless
entropy
(another year ends
 another variant contends)

Desolate debris in 
empty
erroneous caves
swallow 
blank pages
    submerged in 
mind-warping seas
where flying memes
  wait for normalcy
where words freeze
    & thoughts
    become sadistic
(a poisoned (out of mind) mind
crawls on the radar)

Trapped
in a gray tomb:
the inert inerrants
flounder in

Requiem For My Dreams

Long have I slept
Its time to wake

Words not kept
And I've been very late

Tedious was my slumber
And empty my heart

Over lost hopes I ponder
Am I too late for a new start?

As my nerves come back to life
I feel in my heart this knife

Its sinking all the time
What has been my crime?

How have I been?
Left so far

Requiem

                        I
  Incontrovertible truths endure
when the beginning of the end has begun -
  blessed is he who rejoices in his fate 
and damned is the fool by his own will

Echoes for a War Requiem

I think sometimes of the life there once was:
Of a time when birds sang throughout the woods
And insects flitted between the flowers.

But when greedy hands infected the land,
The beauty was ruined; life lost its home— 
And the gentle calls of sparrows and swifts
Were quickly replaced with thundering guns

Foxes found their homes within dead bodies,
And owls

Requiem for Elmer

*After my last post I thought it would be nice to lighten up a bit with some warm, happy (well, not so happy for Elmer) pest poetry. Who doesn't love bug humor? This one actually won first place in a Deb Guzzi contest back in the day.

"And so this court finds you, Elmer T. Roach

A Requiem

There underneath a yew tree, she will stay,
a dear queen she was and loved by many,
stop in silence, no tears, then go your way,
with kind words of prayers, if you have any.

slow dust will settle to cover her stones,
then be washed and cleaned by year’s monsoon rain,
let mother nature care and keep these bones,
let motherless

Requiem For A Motherless Child

The weeds have sheathed the garden from its care as more nails than wood appear of a house lacking adjectives. A sun liberated from scathing entrapment amongst an overburdened forest whose boughs are heavily laden and are unforgivingly denied rest. Dark exacts night's flit to the gloaming of a lightless day and as such ascribe

Requiem for a motherless child

oh! gentle breeze! flow past my fingers
to caress the meadow,
Wash my fair feet, silver stream 
as you whisper to the pebbles,
watch my face as you float white clouds!
high up in the blue, blue sky,
smile at me, wave to me, spring flowers,
and not mock at my golden hair
under my straw hat!
I am nature, I am a

Requiem for a Motherless Child

REQUIEM FOR A MOTHERLESS CHILD

Hallelujah….. Hallelujah…..Hallelujah

Leaning on the somewhat-padded kneelers
is a family lined horizontal to the father.
This is as close as they’ve been to each
other since the last show was put on. The 
first act is always the same. Smiling faces,
awkward embraces with peace be with you’s.
The daughter distracts herself by etching 
“help,” on the

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