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Jimmy Hegan Sep 2015
WHATEVER  DEEDS YOU DO TRUE NEVER DIES.
WHATEVER FEELINGS YOU SHOW TRUE NEVER DIES.
WHATEVER CHEATING YOU DO TRUE NEVER DIES.
WHATEVER LOVE YOU SHOW TRUE NEVER DIES.
WHATEVER RACE YOU RUN TRUE NEVER DIES.
WHATEVER FIRMS YOU CREATE TRUE NEVER DIES.
WHATEVER SCAMS YOU DO TRUE NEVER DIES.
WHATEVER JUDGEMENT YOU SHOW TRUE NEVER DIES.
WHATEVER  FACES AND COLOURS YOU SHOW TRUE NEVER DIES.
WHATEVER  YOU SHOW TO WORLD TRUE NEVER DIES.
WRONG DEEDS  NEVER WINS AGAINST TRUE, SO TRUE NEVER DIES.
Ivan Brooks Sr Jul 2018
When a published poet dies,
A shooting star falls.
The universe cries
And rainbows hugs waterfalls.

When an old poet dies,
A new poet is born.
Nature lights up a million fireflies,
And a ship gives a tot on its horn.

When a young poet dies,
A Crack appears in a crystal ball.
A Fountain pen dries,
And a sad poem appears on a wall.

When an old poetess dies,
For a while the wind will cease.
Petals will fall from Lillies,
And disappear without a trace.

When a great poetess dies,
Fallen poets observe silence.
The men adorn black bow ties,
And the ladies dress in elegance.

When any poet dies,
The world loses a bright mind.
Shakespeare appears across the skies,
Waving to those of us left behind.

When a poor poet dies,
Nothing at all happens.
The world goes about its duties
He goes on to rest with other legends.


#IvanBrooksPoetry
29/7/2018
A poet dies but he's not done..his words lives on.
Sophie Jun 2018
We shall rule, when the Captain dies,
We know and we believe,
As we wait patiently,
As we plan carefully.

When the Captain  dies, we shall rule,
We have taken in more,
More than we can condone,
But we will not lash out,
Because,
We shall rule, when the Captain dies.

We shall rule, when the Captain dies,
No one will accuse us,
No one will think it is us,
Because they can not see our hearts,
And we have served with our blood,
And with smiles on our faces,
Surely,
When the Captain dies, we shall rule,
We deserve to rule,
The Captain will have to die,
For us to rule,
So,
We shall rule, when the Captain dies.

We shall rule, when the captain dies,
They say,
But there can only be one Captain,
Who will be the Captain?
If we all want to rule,
We shall know the answer,
When the poor Captain dies,
Because as we secretly chant,

When the Captain dies, we shall rule.
brian odongo Oct 2016
What happens to the rose when it dies?
When it is chocked by its thorny foes
Does it green blood soak the earth to water more plants of love?
Do its crimson leaves fold their petals in pain?

What happens to the rose when it dies?
By the hands of a stray lover in search of a gift
Do the lovers drain all their tear wells?
Perhaps they merry as its mortal remains
Passes from his hand to her hand, from his heart to her heart

What happens to the rose when it dies?
Is it ever eulogized and its memorials held
Or is the emblem of love left in pile ash of bygone?
Is the rose ever buried and how does its epitaph read?

What happens to the rose when it dies?
Does it body like man’s decay leaving nothing but dry bones?
Is it folded and placed inside an old love book?
Who knows what happens to the rose when it dies?
Pea  Jun 2014
Meow
Pea Jun 2014
Genie wanders
Another lamp breaks
Then another
Then another

Genie wants dark
Genie longs pitch black
The street widens
No one sees walls

Genie smiles
Kills the clock
Genie's time's grave
Genie smiles

Genie doesn't blink
Genie doesn't breathe
Genie is a cat
Dies and dies and dies

And dies and dies
And dies and dies and dies;
Genie saves the best
For last

Another carrot on the plate
Mommy's going to be
Mad!
But Genie is a cat

Genie only eats meat
Genie can't be fooled
Genie is smart
Genie breaks another lamp
Meow
meGaThOr  Jun 2018
butchery
meGaThOr Jun 2018
world is a fallen butchery of meats,
spreads meat over and over
gives no names,
the meats smoke lives,
rot or dies,
other meats appear,
other meats rot and dies,
the meats spread out like a butchery,
the meats move and dies,
the meats rot,
or dies from accidents,
other meats appear,
other meats dies,
the world is a butchery of meats,
as do not know where to lean,
invents policies, policies,
is space arrangement of meats,
a place, a flesh meat dies,
there would be no policies,
many meats a place of dead,


but the world of dead  meats
butcher the planet butcher dies.
Alice Penny Mar 2010
With it's broom broom cars,
With it's bright bright lights,
With it's swoosh swoosh aeroplanes,
And it's cough cough pollution,
This is the world we are creating?
I think DEMOLISH should be the word!

The cars go broom, broom, broom,
Whilst we ****, ****, ****,
And the world dies, dies, dies.

What happens when the world,
Is dead?
What will the maleostic humans do?
What will the innocent animals do?
What will the universe do,
With out the world,
Right here,
Right now.

The cars go broom, broom, broom,
Whilst we ****, ****, ****,
And the world dies, dies, dies.
Alan W Jankowski Oct 2015
Two young brothers are left at home,
All by their lonesome selves,
The older one notices a new toy,
Sitting high up on a shelf.

He climbs up and brings on down,
What he believes is a toy gun,
He thinks about the games they’ll play,
Boy this sure will be fun.

He aims the ‘toy’ at his little brother,
And shoots him in the head,
But that gun was not a toy at all,
And soon the three-year-old is dead.

When a child dies,
All the stuffed animals cry,
Alone on a shelf,
They sit by themselves,
In a cold lonely room,
Like a final tomb.

Johnny’s tired of being bullied at school,
But every dog has its day,
Though all his classmates seem so mean,
Johnny will make sure they all pay.

The next day at school will be different,
From a knapsack he pulls out a gun,
Suddenly he starts shooting his classmates,
Shoots them in the back as they run.

Soon most of the class has been shot,
And their young bodies are lying there dead,
With one bullet left in the chamber,
Johnny puts the gun to his own head.

When a child dies,
All the angels cry,
The tears flowing down,
On the sad little town,
It’s a cold, cold rain,
But it won’t numb the pain.

For Jose this is the biggest day in his life,
It’s his gang initiation in the ‘hood,
He must seek out a rival gang member,
With a couple of shots he’ll be good.

Jose packs his piece and extra clips,
And his driver takes him to the spot,
He takes aim at his helpless victim,
And another is dead with just one shot.

But that one bullet it ricocheted,
You hear a young mother scream and cry,
As she realizes her young son is hit,
On a cold dark street he is left to die.

When a child dies,
The whole world cries,
All lives matter, big and small,
I ask you people, heed the call,
Please stop the hate, before it’s too late,
For the future of us all.

10-27-15.
Written for the upcoming book "World Healing, World Peace Poetry 2016" on Inner Child Press...
http://www.worldhealingworldpeacepoetry.com/
Javaria Waseem Jan 2015
They came like a nightmare and took us away.
Oh Mother! Don't spill a tear, your son's in a better place.
They were scared of our pens so they fired us off.
Oh Mother! Don't cry for their guns have lost.

They pointed us out and asked our identities.
Oh Father! Stand tall, I answered them proudly.
I took a bullet in my head for wearing green.
Oh Father! Be strong, I did not feel a thing.

So bury me in this land and bury me with smiles
Every grain of this soil is a witness of my sacrifice.
So bury me in this land and bury me with smiles
Your son embraced martyrdom and a martyr never dies.

Those monsters just killed, did not let anyone go.
Oh Father! Their hearts were stone cold.
They painted the walls of my school with our blood.
Oh Father! Don't worry, they will be the one to suffer.

I was received by the angels at the gates of heaven.
Oh Mother! That place was full of little children.
And when I met the Lord, I was dressed in green.
Oh Mother! My Mother! I was so happy.

So bury me in this land and bury me with smiles
Every grain of this soil is a witness of my sacrifice.
So bury me in this land and bury me with smiles
Your son embraced martyrdom and a martyr never dies.
Chinny Maia Nov 2017
When love dies
So do the butterflies
There are no tears
And still no smiles

When love dies
Your memory no longer invokes those deep smiles
I look at your picture
And i wonder, i thoughtt u where my future

When love dies,
I think of you,  and i wait for the flutter
But all i get is a cold shudder

When love dies
I look back and wonder
I thoughtt i was stronger
Or atleast wiser

When love dies
Gone are the fire flies
But in their place lies
A new one..much more wise

When love dies
Don't  u worry
Just say ur sweet goodbyes
Don't ever feel sorry.

When love dies
It's out with the old
U r new and u r bold
Remember u have a heart of Gold!

— The End —