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Kieran Wilde Poem
I float along the peaceful stream.
Will I stay put? I cannot scream; I’m only a petal, a petal can dream.
It’s bliss like the rays,
From the river to the bays,
Why am I so afraid?
For I glide and paddle my way to my feet; every raindrop sounds what I cannot keep.
When darkness looms,
My nothingness blooms.
Shadows create devils, hell’s gate.
I float along a peaceful stream, a petal can dream, but this petal screams.
Copyright © Kieran Wilde | Year Posted 2026
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Kieran Wilde Poem
He stands at the end of my bed, emotionless, pale, and fills me with dread.
Silence. He wants me, like a cobra eyeing up its prey.
He doesn’t talk, but he for sure listens. When the time comes to take, that’s when he glistens.
When he took him, at least he took him peacefully,
But he was withered and broken. He did not endure so easily.
Was it he that injected the devil into his helpless lungs?
Did he celebrate when he won?
Did he sing songs of solace with his devilish tongue?
Death took what I remembered, for I was just twenty-four gone.
All that’s left is a picture. This feels so wrong.
My memories are evaporated, gone forever.
What did we do together?
My skull is fractured and will never heal.
Come on, Death, what’s your deal?
He tried to take me before.
Closer and closer, he glided across.
I tried to move, run away, but he put shackles on me and made me stay.
We came face to face.
Does he take different forms?
He was a clown for me.
What was he for you?
I knew it was real, but it was a nightmare, a nightmare. I lied.
Just leave me alone.
Isn’t it time you go home?
Haven’t you done enough?
Just leave me be.
When I see you again, I know it wont be pretend, for Death follows a deadly trend.
I’ll be braced and informed and ready to go.
Why did you take my grandad Joe?
Copyright © Kieran Wilde | Year Posted 2026
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Kieran Wilde Poem
So kind of you to bring me into this life,
You're a strong mother and a loving wife.
I asked for nothing in return, yet everything I got,
I'm nothing without the gifts you gave,
That others would have simply forgot.
A dog is a man's best friend, but that's simply not true,
'Cause my best friend is a mother in the shape of you.
You raised me well, and I inherited the good,
You're the one who always understood.
For I wouldn't be breathing and living my time,
Without your bravery, I'm lucky to call you a mother of mine.
For I see fields of blossoms, marching in pink,
All my chapters are together through the joy you link.
You're the rock that keeps me strong,
Your existence I will forever long.
You're a soothing song that I so dearly play,
I will remember your kindness every second of every day.
You're a painting that bursts into a million different meanings,
You look after me and give me all the good feelings.
The day I lose you in the mist of God,
My grief won't be sadness, but the longing will be strong.
I'll celebrate the moments that you will miss,
As I know you'll be watching, giving me one final kiss.
Copyright © Kieran Wilde | Year Posted 2026
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