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Zywa Jun 2023
The buried people

are present in the silence --


rustling in the wind.
Collection "Greeting from before"
Descovia Nov 2022
The day of the year
From past times, where we
traditionally commemorated the deceased.
Where witches, ghouls, and minons are
Participating in the festivities  
Deciding between tricks and treats.
The night filled with mystery, magic and superstition
A character from disney or nickelodeon
Might, go to extremes just to get your attention.
BOO.
Gotcha!
Happy Halloween
Tonight, I met the winter breeze,
She flew as if a body deceased..

She told me stories of the past,
And talked about fories of the vast..

We were meeting after long,
So we sat there singing some old songs..

She still had many places to visit,
The dates she left me all in digits..

I saw her go,
My flaws followed so..

I was in a trance,
Could not see her prance..

I was dreaming,
When she was leaving..

And when she left,
I got swept..

By the waves,
In the caves..

I had died,
And my body had been pried..

She came again,
And took me in vain..

For my soul stayed,
Where my dreams had been slayed..
Tonight, I met the Winter Breeze.
Man Dec 2020
warning
take heed,
you are dying

don't wait in watch, the sands fall,
crack the hourglass
and feel its grit,
run it, betwixt your fingers

brave the dim
and unlit
trails not as of yet marked
frontiers still foreign

but should you not,
in your death
let you find the peace
you never distilled through life
Man Nov 2020
you wanna **** yourself
so they put you where you'd rather die
where the fluorescents hum
and your life becomes eggshell, white
with pills you're fed
that make you emulate death
and the dead

eyes, that stare out
but barely do they do
and more oft, rarely too
instead, they turn within
and do as the dead
Mohammed Arafat May 2020
When none is around me

I find only myself closer.

Silence, silence and then

our memories together appear

like a good-looking ghost

which I hear about in folklore.

It reminds me of the moments

that I can’t forget.

No worries, good memories

The ghost tells me not to weep

because time will not bring relief

after you are deceased.

It’s a big lie!



Mohammed Arafat
11-05-2020
I wrote this poem to mourn the death of my grandmother who we painfully lost her on May 7th, 2020
Chris Jun 2019
Here I am
The shadow of a man
That never was.
Enjoy.
David Hutton Mar 2019
The deceased piling up in battle,
Enough blood to fill more than one barrel.
Crows pillage the scene,
Nibbling on their cuisine.
From a distance you can hear them cackle.
Inspired by Vasily Vereshchagin's "The Apotheosis of War" painting.
John Stephenson Mar 2019
It's an anniversary,
The children are playing in the garden,
The Sun is shining bright,
On this day you walked toward me,
For the rest of our life.

The roses are in full bloom.
Our friends and families gathered.
In the Sun's warm glow, we partied in Paradise.
On the day we walked on together,
As Husband and Wife.

In Paradise we built our kingdom.
We thought it could last forever.
But, the crystal light has faded.
Now I walk alone.
Each step, less sure, with every passing day.

Our kingdom is no more but Paradise remains.
With fond memories of years gone by, I remember.
Solemnly and Sincerely I recall our vows.
With roses from the garden,
I kneel beside you now.
Anya Oct 2018
Black
Death, loss, mourning
in many Western countries

White
purity, rebirth
in many parts of Eastern Asia

Red
honor, patriotism
certain places

Purple
spirituality
Other places

Rainbow
bright colors
At the,
wish
of the
diseased

And yet,
I'm sure there are more
colors worn
thought of
representing
these complex emotions
impossible to capture
No matter,
how
hard
we try
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