Tag Archives: death
I remember the day
that Washington burned,
And the bloody bits of JFK
still floating in
that Cuban bay
Hey, Hey, LBJ,
How many Kids
Did you Kill today?
Well, what can I say?
I wasn’t there to count ‘em.
Napalm and Vietnam,
and a broken Saigon
and Viet-cahn,
Now President Saddam
and a Hydrogen bomb;
War.
What is it good for?
Look down and be reminded by your stumps
that you Can’t
Stand Up for your rights,
You left your legs in Afghanistan,
Just like your Dad left His in Iran!
Wheres the Taliban? There they are!
In the twisted scalding nails
And bits of metal in my Entrails!
In the desecrated monuments
And in the Veiled Females!
The Enemy is in my Head,
And if I shoot him Now,
He will be Dead.
Like this:
Like Loading...
Leave a comment | tags: afghanistan, blood, cuban, dad, dead, death, enemy, hydrogen bomb, iran, jfk, kids, Kill, lbj, original poetry, originalpoetry.org, poems, poetry, rights, saddam, saigon, taliban, vietnam, washington | posted in Uncategorized
In my head, the sun only Rises, but never seems to Set.
As if the end of each day is just a Blurr
with no definitive finish.
I cant distinguish whats a dream and whats Reality.
They say that’s the true meaning of Insanity.
It wasn’t always like this,
maybe I died or am dieing
then again aren’t we all dieing? One day at a time.
We’re just waiting for the right moment to give it a label.
Like this:
Like Loading...
Leave a comment | tags: day, death, die, finish, head, i guess, insanity, label, original poems, original poetry, originalpoetry.org, poems, poetry, reality | posted in Uncategorized
This is
mindless self indulgence.
The way it penetrates
from within,
and shows right through
your skin.
This all consuming
always looming
mindset that your in.
This is
mindless self indulgence
and its going to do you in.
Like this:
Like Loading...
Leave a comment | tags: consuming, death, do you in, health, healthy-living, looming, mindless self indulgence, mindset, original poetry, originalpoetry.org, Poem, poems, poetry, self distruction, skin, within | posted in Uncategorized
Swallowing sadness
I sit in fear
of losing someone i love, so dear
think to the good times we’ve had in the past,
wishing it didn’t go by so fast
is there any way to make this last?
Like this:
Like Loading...
4 comments | tags: death, fast, fear, good times, last, losing, loss, lost, love, mental-health, original poetry, past, Poem, poems, poetry, poetry about death, poetry about loss, sadness | posted in Uncategorized
Why can’t this be a happy trip?
go ahead tuck in that pouty lip.
Sure this is the time to say goodbye,
but everyone knows all things must die.
It’s just a matter of where and when,
so here’s to you by unbelievable friend.
Just know that my love (and appreciation) will never end.
And maybe, someday we’ll meet again.
Like this:
Like Loading...
Leave a comment | tags: death, doe, end, friend, goodbye, happy, love, meet, original poetry, originalpoetry.org, Poem, poems, poetry, time, time to say goodbye, travel, trip | posted in Uncategorized
Let your mind wonder
as you begin to ponder
what we deem to be life.
Feel your body sink
as you begin to think,
the next logical step, death.
Feel your mind release
and you might feel at peace
free from the distractions of the world.
Now it may seem
as if you’re in a dream,
but reality will come rushing back.
Slap you dead in the face,
pull you down from space,
cause life can do that sometimes.
Like this:
Like Loading...
9 comments | tags: body, death, distractions, face, life, mind, original poetry, originalpoetry.org, peace, Poem, poems, poetry, ponder, pull, reality, release, slap, space, think, wonder, world | posted in Uncategorized
pounding
sounding in the distance
the drumroll starts,
feel it Beckoning
to your heart.
Drums, Drums,
the Wolves of War
Blood and Iron, sword and
Thundering Roar,
Slaughter, hands
slick with Gore!
Moving to
the drumroll of War,
Glory, Death and Murder-joy,
Come now lad,
off my boy!
Kill, stab, burn, Destroy!
Off we go boys, to
answer War!
Drums, drums!
rolling in your Heart,
don’t you want to
do your Part?
The acrid smell of
Gunpowder wakes Demons
in your Heart!
The Flames climb high
and homesteads Burn
Grab a women,
Take a turn!
Brutalize, Rape, Hurt, Take!
Drums, Drums!
The Animal call!
Screaming, grieving,
Pulling us All
A Maelstrom of Devastation!
an ignorant people’s Manipulated
Frustration
Drums, Drums,
Booming, Dooming
Land and body,
Spirit and Mind,
and tender feelings
Stripped from inside;
Drumrolls of War
Spilling over the Hills,
But
it’s Humankind
who Kills
Like this:
Like Loading...
3 comments | tags: acrid smell, blood, blood and iron, death, drums, flames, gaming, horror, humans, iron sword, Kill, mind, murder, oblivion, original poetry, originalpoetry.org, poetry, rape, Slaughter, soldiers, spirit, tender feelings, war, war drums, war poetry, wolf, wolves | posted in Uncategorized
The memories in our hearts
Pearce us like darts
The dreams we once shared
Have parted and fared
Legends live to leave a mark
But like shadows, they only dwell in the dark
We all have to pay
Our tolls someday
Death has never missed…
It’s now time to reminisce
Like this:
Like Loading...
Leave a comment | tags: awell, dark, darts, death, dreams, hearts, last, legends, living, mark, memories, parted, pay, pearce, reminisce, shadows, shared, tolls | posted in Uncategorized
In deepest Night,
when all are asleep
is when they come,
up the flight
of shadow-stair
silent and fleet
Cloaked in black,
Quiet as the breath
of a slumbering child,
Down the Hall,
soundlessly gliding
Quietly
into the bed-chambers
of my family
And there they stand,
not breathing, sensationless
Diabolic yet infinitely patient
standing
staring from shadowed faces
no eyes but still they are watching,
in Deepest night
the clock reads three
I am awake, eyes squeezed
Shut
but
I know there is one standing,
and its
Looking
at me.
Like this:
Like Loading...
2 comments | tags: asleep, bed chambers, black, child, clock, dark, death, diabolic, diabolical, eyes, faces, family, fleet, flight, hall, looking, me, night, originalpoetry.org, others, patient, poetry, quietly, shadow, shut, silent, sleep, slumber, squeezed, stand, watching | posted in Uncategorized
i feel lonely
at this train-stop i must wait
there is paper blowing in the wind
my only company is a paper cup
strange….it is whiter then a pearl
and onto the iron i will step
because i feel lonely
Like this:
Like Loading...
Leave a comment | tags: death, i feel lonley, iron, lonley, paper cup, poetry, trains | posted in Uncategorized
