Death - Hello Poetry

Apr 2017

Mara W Kayh

And today
Let us remember
That of all the illusions
Death is the deepest

This is almost a repost of an earlier shorter version which simply read "Of All the illusions, death is the deepest" . Today, to acknowledge Easter ( though I don't assosicate with or distinguish between religions) , this is what I have to say :)

#life #doesnt #end #eternal #maya #light #body #joy #celebrate

Apr 2017

Gidgette

Black Feathers and Served Death

The enjoyment they gather, from each
Black feather,
Plucked
So carelessly
from my oiled wings
They smile as pieces of me are worn
upon the brows of faint hearted paper mache
Death,
I'm served daily
upon
Silver platters,
with a side of flame
No extra charge
They smile red,
Placing my feathers in
Mine own hair
They like that
Those demons I serve myself to

I'm at the country club working right now. Yay me.

Mar 2017

nivek

against all odds

skipped along singing
came upon a bird, dead

what is this thing
death?

in the path of a child

death is not for the child
my child

keep skipping
keep singing

Mar 2017

nivek

one day

to feel the morticians warm hand
on your cold dead flesh

closet goths

Mar 2017

nivek

Deathbed

therein a darkened room
to go lick your wounds

you will not be missed as you may imagine
sooner you are forgotten than remembered

a name chiselled in stone
and no one to speak it.

Mar 2017

Gidgette

The Barter

He bartered for the remnants of my soul with his blue eyes and quick wit
Slashed skin for a sinful grin
As though my seared flesh weren't enough
And his wicked tongue lapped at my inner being
a kitten with milk
He said he liked the cobwebs in place of my locks and offered butterfly wings for my lashes
Sack of diamonds for a soul
Replacing hearts with coal dust and glowing embers
straight from the hell in which he belonged
And I dwelt
He stood agasp when I took the offer and all he held was single piece of dead, dried, flower petal~A

Mar 2017

nivek

not all roads are marked

Not all roads are marked
death is carried by the living
the dead no nothing of it
there is a path stretching beyond all ken
and anger is the engine to travel it
while love is an abstract notion
until you experience its finality.

Feb 2017

Gidgette

Shining Death Shroud

Ah, but you did succeed
There in your darkened deed
With your great hands of death
Stealing, My last, dry breath
And without a single uttered sound
Laying me in cold ground
Should I give Thee praise
For the shortening of my days?
Should I thank thee kindly,
For your acting so blindly?
The earth speaks as it consumes
And at the very least I'm given lovely tomb
A shining death shroud
Ah, are you proud?!
Do you remember me With the wind
My darling, murderous friend?
This silken shroud, my death dress
You didn't forget the scarlet "A" upon my breast
The earth won't quiet,
and I shall never rest~A

Feb 2017

Gidgette

Decay

I decay
The smell of my own rotting flesh,
Fills the stale air
Lips, that once graced softened skin are gone
Baring jagged teeth and exposed jaw bone
Ears, that so loved any melody,
Have long since turned to blackened jerky
I lay in this satin lined box,
Decaying,
My fingers, Are no more than fragments
of once workable things
Worms and maggots long ago,
devoured what little piece of heart you left me with
It's dark in here
And still
I don't rest

Feb 2017

Don Bouchard

When the plague comes

Or earthquake shake, or civil war;
When tidal wave wash far in from the shore,
The gravedigger's wife takes comfort on earth:
There'll be food on the table,
There'll be fire in the hearth.

Irony

#life #death #irony

Feb 2017

Gidgette

The Dead Never Sleep

It's far into the a.m. and I don't sleep
Cant seem to get you out,
Of my head
You're there
Still
The undead, rotten thing you are
I'm going to have to **** you,
Again
As I've murdered your memory hundreds of times
It stinks of death
As did your decaying heart
I've drown you in whiskey,
So many times
If I ever did love you,
You killed it, with that first bruise
When we were 16
All the makeup and lies
For shame
For ignorance
There are still blood stains here
They seep through the paint
My blood
My never ending, waking nightmare
I'm dead you know
You killed me
Maybe not my body,
But my soul
I feel nothing,
Save shame, rage
I'm going to have to **** you,
This fear of you
Your haunting memory,

Somehow.......

And I'm already dead
The dead never sleep.

#ihatetags

Feb 2017

nivek

words ride the wind

seems the incessant wind is here to stay
an untreated wound festers
words ride the wind
nothing lasts forever
a few shallow breaths and we are gone.