A promise born, a life designed,
To emancipate, to break the bind.
But fate dealt blows, parents passed away,
Leaving her to shadows, in a world astray.
She sells her body, a living corpse,
A pretty face, a paradise sepulcher, a tragic force.
Uncertainty looms, her future unsure,
A womb evacuated, her soul obscure.
Loneliness creeps, a dejected soul,
Yearning for companionship, a heart that's whole.
"I need a child," she cries, "who'll stand by me?"
But all have fled, fearing disease's decree.
Meanwhile, he seeks to blend, to chill with the bold,
A "Jogolo" tagged, making women happy, but growing old.
He dupes and uses, but ends up used and worn,
A walking corpse, his life misled, his future torn.
Both lost, both alone, both searching for more,
Their lives a testament to the choices they've explored.
Yet, in desperation, she looks up to the skies,
Her maker stretches His hands, a rescue surprise.
Categories:
sepulcher, abortion, abuse, addiction, adventure,
Form: Ballad
Now, sepulcher after sepulcher!
Bitter fall-out of a massacre!
After talks failed: the Bilateral
And later the Multilateral:
Fortunate corpses for epitaph,
Missing in action for cenotaph…
Men glory in reckless bloodshed
That succeeds in fields painting red:
Attorneys could them prosecute;
Dissidents they must first execute!
They may be tried for genocide;
Some mosquitoes braved insecticide
Why do we death play like a coupon?
A good shot does that from bad weapon…
In hospital condition serious:
That of shot-in-the-head Prince Julius!
Categories:
sepulcher, cry, death, violence, war,
Form: Rhyme
For a daring young hiker, Ellen Cole,
sudden downfall of rain blocked clear light
and a small cave became her warm, dry hole.
For months to come, no daylight fell,
her woodsman-husband labored and lined
that same cave with ivory for her grave;
his futile attempt to deal with guilt.
Her pet falcon survived that mayhem night.
Soaring the forest, he charms the creatures there;
music as his mask, he mourns his loss of sight.
June 14, 2019
Sepulchered Memories, Edward Ibeh, contest: Pick A Title, Vol 5 - Verse
Categories:
sepulcher, bird, death, grave, memory,
Form: Verse
We celebrate Valentines day , we celebrate Teachers day ,
we celebrate childrens day , we celebrate mothers day .
Alas ! Why we don't celebrate a poor beggar's day ?
A beggar on the roadside ,
With stick and a begging bowl on his side .
Life for him is a curse ,
He has nothing to purse .
He begs for alms
With his open palms .
Sometimes he will be obliged ,
with a happy feeling , he will be budged .
People scowl at him and glare ,
None thinks of his welfare .
His sorrows no one share ,
He has a small piece of cloth to wear ,
Which is big enough for him to cover his body bare.
He has to die with his ailments ,
Because he can't afford to pay for his medical treatments .
When he dies , no one is bothered about his funeral ,
No one makes him a sepulcher ,
Because he is a pauper
Hence he is a beggar .
Life for him is woe ,
Hope is dumb.
The world says go ,
And the grave says come .
-GTR
Categories:
sepulcher, 10th grade, 8th grade,
Form: ABC
Here lies entombed a poet
Whose verses in ether lie,
He seeks no tears of mortals
Neither seeks a mournful sigh;
Gay blooms shrouding his gravestone
Are magical spells of his,
They'll drench your soul with nectar
And pints of heavenly bliss.
***********
Categories:
sepulcher, death, poets,
Form: Elegiac Lyric
Twilight tickles the moonlit canopy,
Where stars poke holes in the parchment sky,
And darkness slips into entropy,
As the Earth rounds the morning nigh.
The sun refracts what light it's given up,
To the moon who ricochets its gift,
And the planets before the belt lineup,
To cause a cosmic shift.
This is the midnight sepulcher,
In which our minds spelunk,
Into a cavernous awoken sepulture,
As into dreams we've dunk.
Categories:
sepulcher, night,
Form: Rhyme
All alone I sit here
in this lonely sepulcher.
Watching the setting sun
as though his work is done.
He has been with me all day,
guiding and lighting my way.
But now he is leaving me here,
me and the lonely sepulcher.
As the last ray of the sun fading,
I saw the stars and moon rising.
Telling me not to be alone,
not to feel bad of my own.
With the moon shining
and the stars glittering,
I lay oblivious for a while,
taking myself to the farthest mile.
Forgetting the world around me,
forgetting all its uncertainty,
forgetting this life full of doubt
that made my tears spout.
The burdens are so much for me,
so much for me to carry.
Now I feel like letting it all go,
letting myself go...
Categories:
sepulcher, loneliness,
Form: Rhyme