Short Death Knell Poems
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eight tolls of the bell
I wait in the pause
to hear six more
even her death knell
has kept Aunt Nell's age secret
Patrick Henry Brace US modernist
at painting did not persist
His semi abtracts did not sell
and suicide was his death knell
if a node in the sky were to rebel
leaving behind its carcass in decay
though far away it yet sounds a death knell
ominously thus prophesying doomsday
searching yellow eyes
fast, agile, hunts by surprise ~
elite sparrowhawk
this bird hunter waits
it pounces, pigeon's death knell ~
nature is brutal
The progressive death knell sounded
—one final serpent to mount
With excuses now abandoned
—the dragon’s fire is out
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
a limp flag
hangs at half-mast
the silence broken
by the church bell
and village gossiper
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A Brian Strand Contest
Placed 1st
June 2021
alert cormorant
dives for fish in eventide …
…hooked prey hears death knell
Written on 3/18/2022
What signals for Autumn
Its death knell?
This last felled leaf, sad as slow
It may tell.
Whilst not yet conceded
Led up out
Old lamped park's chiller diffused
Mists, surreal
City-stept, more lone, for it
Winter feel.
Humble,bumble bee
One season's life,fly free
Working the summer scene
Unless crowned,as May Queen
Sometime cousin cuckoo,comes to stay
Her offspring eggs to lay
A nursemaid,then,Spring to Fall
'Til Winter's death knell,calls
First
Bell tells
that passing looms.
Second bell tolls death knell.
Third bell calls mourners to echo
their sad sorrow at the loss of loved one,
with wake to cherish lovely life.
Three bells
Slow
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5 June 2017
Because life is precious
And slipping from our grasp...
The cold-hearted abortionist
Rips the little baby from the womb
Torn human flesh
Discarded in a pool of blood
The death knell of our doom.
W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly 2018.
The air writhes for a funnel.
The wind tunnel is unusually special.
Quick sell a landfill a prequel.
Befell death knell in a clam shell.
The lightning bolt on a beach.
Thin glass forms from the impact.
A firefly trapped inside signals his family.
Goodbye.
A mirror cracked,
a silence fell.
A heart divided,
a final death knell.
Gone
Lost in space
Emotions all spent
Such a waste
3 a.m.
still awake,
searching for fresh energy.
Accept the mistake.
4 a.m.
things are clear
Tomorrow's near dawning
the new day is here.
He made her life a living hell.
Her heart immune to the death knell
She breaks down and cries
Tears spring from her eyes
Her acting days now serve her well.
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Contest: Open Poetry
Sponsor: Charlotte Puddifoot
11th July, 2015
Placed 7th
leaves on ground, death knell sounds
breath ends, beauty abounds
autumn teaches unfreeze
fear preaches ‘more life please’
with love buoyed, bliss throb dear
then thus, devoid of fear
11-August-2021
In Essence 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
Image No. 2
Michael attacked the music
but the melody struck back
Driving him deeper inside himself
behind the sequence and the mask
Silence was death unspoken
and one that only he could hear
As the beat became his death knell
—a final moonwalk out of time
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2015)
On a day
like this
It went viral
It became
historic!
elements of Spring
matchless in its beauty
became ravaged with pain
frantic for survival
a tempest from the sky
prevailed,
sadness filled the air;
fervid yet brief
a death knell
jaded manifold
a counterpoint,
a natural cull,vistas lost
'til renewal
became the norm
By unfocusing the focus of our gaze,
the shift enabled solely by heart’s intent,
by restoring vision focus we amaze,
presence in the path of ascent and descent,
caused by choiceless choice as in the void we laze,
whilst granting our innate playfulness consent.
After sight it is hearing, touch, taste and smell,
detachment from form, for ego it’s death knell.
Why do frogs croak aloud as though big spell?
Snakes are all around to sing their death knell.
As they just cannot when danger comes, yell,
Frogs know they're ever in great danger dwell.
This world, for them, is less heaven, more hell.
Why do frogs croak aloud as though big spell?
07 July 2021
Bite Size Poem no16 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
Broken wings,
I am dead inside,
these crooked things,
they bleed me out,...
was soaring high,
suddenly came crashing down,
i hope to die,
i shall never fly,.....
wasted love,
unrewarded care,
must let go somehow,what else can i do?......
oh heathen gods,
hear my plea,
strike me down,
and set me free,....
heaven or hell,
where ever i go,
so sweet my death knell,
freedom at last.........
Form:
Discarding outer layer by layer,
mind body becoming a hollow shell,
choosing thus we are our own soothsayer,
sounding to the ego, final death knell,
even as bliss within begins to swell!
Path clear on choosing to prioritise
divine connect upon ceasing to size.
Our choice itself is our prayer fervent,
allowing magnetic bliss throb to rise.
We rest then thus in tranquil calm content.
21-October-2020
When silence speaks
Nothing is heard.
Our breathe is a like a secret
Window, hotly working.
You squinting at a friend and
Trying not to giggle.
Or writing long exams in a room
With circling graphite,
Scantron sheet after scantron sheet.
Or in Mass,
The death knell of silliness,
Leave or lose your wind bag.
Or in your mind,
Be still your mind.
This is the fifteenth line.
Please be still your mind.
Scorn from the Left
Hate on the Right
Anti-Semitism
Dark as Night
The shots rang out
The worshipers fell
Hate's prayer answered
By a Devil from hell
Pittsburgh was tragic
But its lone death knell
Doesn't compare
To life in Israel
Where 24/7
It's bombs away
Innocent civilians
Terrorism's prey
Hate on the Left
Scorn from the Right
Anti-Semitism
Humanity's Blight
As two drift apart
Apathy is the death knell
.....sorrowful ending.
You are cordially invited my friend
To a party celebrating the end
Of ten years of wedded bliss
(All the rest were hit or miss).
Please bring your own bottle if you attend.
So why do I not feel in control of my life
Now that I am no longer anyone's wife?
for P.D.'s Divorce club contest in form haiku,limerick, couplet
Will liberty ring out again
beneath the cries of human rights
can freedom's name survive,
dissembling and lies
Will duty from its prison flee
throw off its shackled memory
is respect just a word
spoken,but never heard
How long,how long 'til I becomes thee ?
when when will ego bend the knee
the victim is not me
my friend my friend it's we.
Who rings this bell of liberty
truly woke sounds our culture's death knell.