Read Poem: Death, Death and Death, by Thala Abhimanyu Kumar. S

I see the death everyday
Death in relations
Death in religion and faith
Death of man in man
Everyday, everywhere, every moment
Death, death and death.

I experience the death around me
Millions and billions of ceremonies
The smoke on maps of mankind
Death in temple and streets
Death in clubs and parties
Death, death and death.

I foresee the death of humanity
Harassment, discrimination and hatred
Death in purity and sacredness
Death in broken mirrors and home
Death in king, death in masses
Death, death and death.

Thala Abhimanyu Kumar S
Assistant Professor of English
New Horizon College
Bangalore,India

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Read Poetry by Eddiee Gomez

Genre: Dark, death, emotional, nature, interpretation

There she stood, fleeing from her fears

A big clear ocean stands before her

She can’t see life the same way she used to 

There’s a void in her, there’s loneliness

Pulsing, wanting to go back in time

To fix her gestures, under the moon she lays

One foot upon the shore, a single exhale

She let the sadness eat her up, inside deep

Floating between the waves, eyes closed

Giving her life to the most precious thing left

The only thing that ever made her feel alive

Time after time, her footseps were gone

Walking aimlessly, her love to life was lost

As the ocean hugs her, her inhales were at sea

One with her, no more running, she is free.

 

 

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Read Poetry: MONSTER, by Jeff Bardeau

 

Genres: fear, anger, horror, death, rage, torture, destruction, bloody, screaming

The demons that haunt me
Linger in my dark to flaunt me.
Speaking in whispers to taunt me.
Eating my life from within to gaunt me.
From their souls I can not hide.
I have lost myself with them inside.
All I have left are the memories those who have died.
“ If only I could have helped them be safe!
From my bad self that waits inside!”
“You are so weak and pathetic you fool!
You know you can not stop me!”
“Why can’t you leave me alone?
And take your darkest deeds and thoughts away!”
“Such a whining child, no back bone!
I have wonderful plans and I so enjoy my craft!”
I smile when they begged and cried.
I can not stop what I need to do.
My hands are guided to see it all through.
I laughed as their lives began to bleed and unscrew.
I am looking for another to play with, could it be you?
I despised all the human greedy desires and bloated vanity.
You might think I am crazy
Or that I live in a world full of insanity.
But that is okay with me
Because I am your worst fear.
A screaming image you can not escape from.
Because I am what your nightmares are made of.
The bogeyman that visits you in the dark.
The shadow that always seems to follow you.
Or the whispering voice behind you.
Yes, I am all of these things and much, much more.
You see, I am your monster!

Jeff Bardeau August 30, 2017

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Read Poetry: PUT ME TO SLEEP BEFORE IT COMES, by Sarah Francisco

Genre: Love, Fear, Sadness, Death, Loneliness

Put me to sleep before it comes
I pray that everything in me completely numbs
I cannot face it, seeing it coming back
Put me to sleep and don’t wake me up

Sleep is death’s kindred, a kindness
That approaches by night and lets
A weary soul get rest — solace
A way out of pain and sadness

Put me to sleep before it comes
An assault of memories — keeps on
Distracting me from my escape
It insists — keeping me awake

There is no running away in
The night when everyone is kept
Tight by a blanket of arms — so
Put me to sleep before it comes

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Poetry: OLD ORDER by Rajnish Mishra

 Genre: Dark, Death, Fear, Friendship, Life, Love, Painful, Personality, Philosophical, Relationships, Sad, Society, Old and new.

 All old order is subject to decay,

they say and when fate summons,

old ways free fall. Heart-held loves,

friends, hatreds, foes, all, yes, all

give way to mighty time’s sway.

Indestructible, invincible,

grand youthful years, with each
passing year suffer wisdom’s

sedimentation, while marching on way,

time fills in fears, foreboding of future:

quite an accumulation! That knowledge

and fear lose all their power,
For lost is that fear –

a servant attentive.
For lost is that fear –

above head always hovering.
So, lost is the fear –

of not ever returning
As roots are cut now,

or withered; ineffective
pain.

Heart,

now hardened

is drained of that terror.

Short Bio:

Rajnish Mishra is a poet, writer, blogger and thinker. He has published seven books, six co-edited anthologies, twenty scholarly papers and poems in various journals, books and magazines. Few of his poems can be read at the following sites: https://www.poemhunter.com/, https://allpoetry.com, https://www.instagram.com/rajnishmishravns/, http://stanzaicstylings.blogspot.in,

His love for his city and his awareness of its effects on his psycho-social development led him to starting his own blog: rajnishmishravns.wordpress.com in 2011. The blog features both his academic writing and his writing on his city: the City of Light, Varanasi. Then, as he is a poet, and loves reading and talking about other people’s poems too, he started another blog: https://poetrypoeticspleasure.wordpress.com/. He runs an ezine: PPP Ezine to promote poetry and poets.

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Read Poetry: The Hypocritical Oath, by Angela Umphers Rueger

Genre: DEATH, SOCIETY, MOTIVATIONAL, INSPIRATIONAL
 
Not just anyone can kill a baby;
It takes a degree to commit that crime.
The doctor’s conscience will hurt him—maybe,
But the guy on the street will do some time.

In the clinic it’s called an abortion,
But it’s murder when done on the street.
Society’s views are a distortion
Of truth. Just ask the next stranger you meet.

A drunken man hits an oncoming car.
The impact begins preterm labor.
The nearest hospital is much too far
Away. The paramedics can’t save her.

The drunkard is found guilty of murder
Of the baby that was killed on the way
To a place where Doc waited to hurt her—
He was scheduled to abort her that day.

Abortion is legal; it’s Mother’s choice.
Planned Parenthood plays on that ruse.
But Baby’s human. What about her voice?
Shouldn’t she too have the right to choose?

 

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Grandma, Poetry by Emily Sneed

 
Genre: Family, Funeral, Death
 
One more year, one more day,
I wish I had one more chance to tell her the things I couldn’t say.
All the memories, all the laughs,
Now your life is remembered with photographs.
Only the good die young but he took you too soon,
I want one more night of us talking under the moon.
I know you’re in a better place,
I just wish it wasn’t this way.
 

 

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Sedona Noon, Poetry by Cliff Smith

 Genres: Death, Funeral, Hope, Inspirational, Life, Love, Motivational, Philosophical, Redemption, Relationships, Religion, Song.

 Life is so fine here on the line till you cross over.
Lose your mind cause you can’t find your four-leaf clover.

You’ll discover another lover and feel it inside.
Find your mother, love your brother, don’t run and hide.

Sedona noon, Sonoran moon, Saguaro Sunset.
Sing a tune, make love in June, and have no regret.

Feel your worth, measure its girth, trust your value.
From your birth here on this Earth, your spirit shines through.

Living right with all your might, you try to be true.
Turn off the night and seek the light until it blinds you.

Sedona noon, Sonoran moon, Saguaro Sunset.
Sing a tune, make love in June and have no regret.

The flowers bloom, there’s lots of room to reach the sky.
From the womb straight to the tomb, the clouds they pass by.

The mountains rise before our eyes
It’s what we seek to reach the peak.
When all is said, what’s done is done, the words we speak…

Sedona noon, Sonoran moon, Saguaro Sunset
Sing a tune, don’t leave too soon, and have no regret.

When it’s the end, feel it spin, it’s all behind you.
Take a leap, it’s yours to keep, now follow me through…

Sedona noon, Sonoran moon, Saguaro sunsets.
Sing a tune, make love in June and have no regrets.

Sedona noon, Sonoran moon, Saguaro sunset.
Sing a tune, make love in June, don’t leave too soon and have no regret.

Sedona noon, Sonoran moon, Saguaro sunsets.
I sang a tune, made love in June, I left too soon, but have no regrets.

 

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Little Girl Lost, Poetry by Patricia Poulos

Genre: Death, Family, Hope, Hurt, Inspirational, Love,  Painful, Philosophical,  Relationships, Sad,

Little Girl Lost
Diana – Princess of Wales
by
Patricia Poulos

 

She was shy

But beneath that ‘little girl’ exterior

she was strong

She was only nineteen

She did not know how to react

to worldly situations which

involved her heart

She had not the experience

of older women

Nor the manner

in dealing with the experiences

she would encounter

as a married woman

The Fairy-tale Princess

She could not have envisaged

the torment she would suffer

Her father departed

The only person

upon whom to rely

for every aspect of her being

would share his affections

with another

She would have no one

to help carry her load

Yet the other had two

men to satisfy her desires

She had

nowhere to turn

Trapped

like a small animal in a cage

held high

for all to see

She was so young

She could not have seen

the murkiness of the waters

which would eventually engulf her

Waters in which

she would eventually drown

There is no precedent of decorum

for those

whose hearts have been shattered

No right nor wrong written

to guide the broken hearted

Just a stumble and fall

with no one to hold

Only the lesson

after the act

All too late

She was vulnerable

The weight of her burden

caused her to hold

onto any attention given

She would be

betrayed

again and again

Coerced into telling

… if more people knew

the burden would ease

But the children

would be left

with the burden of life

without her

The kiss and tell lover

revealed the intimacy of her trust

Now everyone knew

their inner-most secrets

Once released

the burden grew

An uncontrollable monster

which cannot be re-caged

A dictator

which commands response

She was left naked

Her soul was bared

The lessons were being learned

All would sympathize

But sympathy is hollow

it contains no substance

it provides no sustenance

The whole world knows

the shame has now spread

But this was not the intent

She knew not

what next to do

She craved for the promises made

Not to be kept

The Fairy-tale end

was not so to be

Then God

took pity

on this Little girl lost

and took her to Him

Perhaps now in death

she will end the tale

and live
Happily Ever After.

 

 

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One Last Day, Poetry by Barbara Hunt

Genre: Dark, Death, Romance, Family, and Hurt

One Last Day by Barbara Hunt

Never enough time to say goodbye
Walking through this life unaware of how fast it flies
People in and out never seem to stay and slowly start to fade away
Simplicity evaporates as light begins to dissipate
Purity replaced by death and troubled times
Within the blink of an eye your life is slowly going out
Life is to short to sit and sweat the small stuff
Now it’s time to say goodbye your life flashes you by
There’s only one  thing left to say and that’s to enjoy everyday

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