death

Cascaded Light

Kissed by death, His mark craved deep in my flesh.

Every time I blink I see him standing in front of me.

Every time I take a deep breath I feel him clenching my chest.

Every time I sleep I feel his cold skinless hands dig deep.

I keep waiting for my guardian angel to be revealed.

A blazing bright light making me feel shielded.

You know that light that gleams with the brightness of the sun.

It appears with the sensation of pace, love and fearlessness; making you resilient against the world.

You feel your soul come to an ease and ready to rest.

Yes that is the light I’m longing to see, but it appears to be hidden from me.

My eyes open once again, I wake with a shiver and a quiet voice whispering this is not the end.

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

been a while. fixed up a old poem i found.

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MATHEMATICAL PREACHER LADY

don’t understand me
no numeral of quantity
preacher lady looking
at accusations in a book
saying infinity is proof
of a mathematical sacrifice
that saved humanity
if only we could get back
to three and then zero
says quantum physics
is why we have clocks
and space shuttles
slipping through cracks
in the fabrics of blankets
claims blankets are white
masses, says I’m mass
the tree is mass, birds
are mass and a mass
is a spot that breaks
into a speck so small
my car is invisible to god
claims i don’t pray right
because i do it with my
hands and my speech
is imperfect, can’t talk
to god with a slur or slang
says i need to be prized
and perfect like a precious
moment figurine, demands
i stop calling him home boy
he’s not your boy, throws
a piece paper at me with
nothing on it but a squiggle
in the middle of a circle,
claims it represent life
and who i used to be
when i had a brain
and understood counting
was invented for more
than money, need to crunch
the numbers to understand
my sister is the same as me
though she died in a hospital,
tells me i’m better than nobody
but I act like a stranger hiding
my divinity code under a hat

 
Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is what genuis looks like in a poem!

Patterns

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Patterns,
Repetitions,
Forgotten sequences,
Waiting to break.

 

The wallpaper,
Waits to tear,
The tile,
Waits to crack,
The people,
Wait to die,
The hearts,
Wait to break.

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Frankenstein- Love of my Life

The night was dark and filled with gray

and all I felt  was sorrow and pain

the love of my life was gone at last

killed by the monster who fled very fast,

because I did not commit to the deal

my family did not know how to feel

, and as the days that very soon came

my father sadly passed away,

I fell to my knees feeling very weak

as I tried to speak I couldn’t breathe

So I headed east

Towards the sea

And  met a fellow who could help me

Defeat this beast

That tried to destroy me.

as fate took a turn

I began to wonder

Should I have created life.

I heard a sound and turned around

And suddenly fell to the ground

the beast was there.

And pushed me down

 Just laying there

Feeling nothing but hell

  Tears soon filled the ground

Prophetic Nightmare

This anger inside has rattled my cage

I hide it in a bottle labled rage

I;m sick of its tormenting lies

As it pokes and prys

And searches for a release

It begs pretty please

I keep telling it no, but it gets harder with time

I grab a bottle of tequilla and fuck the lime

I drown my sarrows and shatter my memories

With this broken bottle I sever my arteries

Laying there feeling guilty, I let my soul leave

I sigh and mutter, I just wanted one to believe

My blood's thickening, please just cauterize

'Cause in my final thoughts I finally realize

I take a breath and start to fight

Don't give up, I can see the light

My wife and kids are there crying

Please stop, I'm not dying

Then I hear them praying a prayer

As I look down at my cold dead stare

Laying in my coffin, I know it's too late

But, then I wake up sweating, It's not my fate

I roll over to kiss my wife

She's not there, is this still my life?

Your Love

Holy recital,

Aaliyah's in the booth,

Sounds of heaven, sing sweet to me,

My dreams fade as reality becomes clear to me,

Im not alive and there is nothing even she can do for me.

So sweet, 

Aaliyah is that you feeling me?

Death feels so good to me.

 
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To Abandon Hope Of Safety

 

I remember that hour

 

It was clear as a bell

 

For I was lost,

 

Alone and roaming

 

Through the fiery pits of hell


 

I couldn't hear my voice

 

My ears were ringing

 

For my heart beat was deafening me

 

Because what could this life do for me?

 

What could it be bringing?


 

Maybe I'm a pessimist

 

Maybe I'm wrong,

 

But what does it matter?

 

I promise it won't last long

 

And no,

 

I'm not talking about the pain or the world

 

For those would last forever.


 

I'm talking about myself,

 

Through the pain I severed.

 

 

 

I remember that hour

 

The day I wasn't so brave

 

Because it was the day I let myself go

 

One last time

 

 

 

I remember that hour

 

It was the day I finally let dreams take over

 

And let myself be a coward.



 

Abiit nemine salutato

 

 

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this is my first peom pls dont hate me lol

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Stars

 

No longer alone she floated among the stars,

 

She danced and sang and serenaded her way through the universe,

 

I am merely here to humbly admire.

 

 

 

She left the atmosphere before she could be tied down,

 

Before anyone on the Earth could fill her with doubt,

 

And here I am, enjoying her show.

 

 

 

She’ll never land until she has finished her journey,

 

A trip full of joy and learning,

 

And I cannot wait to be taught.

 

 

 

She dances through the dark late at night,

 

And doesn’t disappear until the break of light,

 

Enjoy your trip,

 

For you have found your home,

 

And I will see you again soon.

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I EXISTED

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I existed
You drank….with me
You fought…with me
You hated………….me
You loved………….me
I was a memory
You thought…….and laughed
You thought…….and cried
You thought…….what an idiot
Then the memory faded and died
You don’t know me
But you…………..read about me
Laughed………….about me
Cried……………….about me
When I'm dust
Part of of the Universe
Will anything know
I existed?

© Tony McNally

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