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Tiana Marie Mar 2018
I can't imagine all the
pain you must've felt
as they beat you with the whip.

I can't imagine all the
torture you went through
as they nailed your hands and feet.

I can't imagine what an
eternity spent with you in
Heaven is like but I know
that because of the pain and torture
you willingly endured
I get to spend forever with you.
Sam Mar 2018
Now this is a story all about how
My life had been flipped and turned upside down
Let's take a minute, just sit right there
I'll tell ya how I tumbled down the stairs

I was chilling with the fam
We were watching Voltron
When something happened
That made me go "WOT?!"

I thought it'd be funny
To pretend to throw
Myself down the stairs
I said "Down I go!"

I went down a couple
And then a few more
I never intended
To go all the way to the floor

I kept falling
Headfirst into each step
It was scary
But I couldn't get a grip

I tried to grab on
To the rail of the stairs
But all was a fail
As I couldn't hold on

I felt the hope slip
Out of my grip
As I fell down the stairs
Laughing to tears

Or was I crying?

Nah

It was pretty funny

Even though my friends didn't try to save me.
My last poem was really sad so here is a poem about something that happened to me recently. As scary as it was, it's pretty funny thinking back.
Peter Balkus Feb 2018
He died in a sleep, yesterday morning,
unnoticed, without a warning,
quiet, like people die.

Now he doesn't need their spare change,
he doesn't need their promises
to sort this problem out
before 2025
.

He doesn't need you now, London,
like you never needed him,
he won't bother you anymore,
you won't hear him again saying Please.

He doesn't need you, Westminster,
death solved his problems, not you.

He passed away in his sleep,
he now lies in a warm bed, smiling,
and angels bring him hot food.

But, he wasn't the first and the last,
there's many more out there in the cold

and every death of a homeless
is a little death of our Free World.


The poem was written after learning about the death of a homeless man in the tunnel near Westminster tube station in London.
Jack Feb 2018
Broken down inside,

A loss of his childish pride,

Nowhere left for him to hide,

This is how he felt when he finally died.
mitus Feb 2018
am i stoic
for not feeling anything when in the presence of death
for not feeling anything when knowing it was his last breath
am i sick
for my heart not enduring pain
for my heart disconnecting with my brain
is it heroic
for my own body not to go through the stages
for my own body to be trapped in its plentiful cages
will it click
that he's actually gone
that i should be drawn
to it?
My grandpa died today. 2/8
Vijay Maloo Dec 2017
Before she came I was all alone
but pleased, relaxed liberated from pain
fain to gain
insane for getting the fame
and now she came
I thought
I would never be the same  
she came closer to me I came closer her
became friends
caught a movie caught a date
and I was feeling differ
but something happened
I saw her
with a man holding her hand
we fought a lot
wanted to never see her again
I thought it's over
back again feeling alone
but this time no joy no hope for me to obtain
but I got the know that
he was just a friend of her
who was like a brother
I deplored, felt to be sorry for her
I apologized, contrite, met to her
she was lovely and placid
to condoned a lover
I was blessed jocose to see her again
at the end it was nothing in vain
so now
we lived we traveled as it was dream of her
watching the sky willing to fly
like will never see in future
a day came
which I imprecate the most
that day she died of cancer
I broke, I cried
tried to commit suicide
just to vanish corpus
as that day
we both had died
Lakhwinder Dec 2017
What would happen on the day
When death tinkers in your life
This thought might recoil once
It turns a 'men' into 'corpse' I soliloquy
kith will pretending of regret by flowing false tears
Several examine you by discussing your deeds.
Pale face like a winter moon ignite on funeral pyre
ossesous turn into ash
Memories get fade with the passage of time
So what we earn worth by stay alive?
The only things which eternal relies on your deeds
It alive era to era never die
Embellish your deeds with great cause and painstaking
The actions never die, remain imortal with every rays of sunshine....
Death the culmination of life
Dirty Word Nov 2017
A long time ago
A joker lived here
A long time ago
A fool lived here

The Joker struck the fool
The fool fell aghast
The Joker watched his tears
The fool was not crying

The fool struck the joker
The joker jumped away
The fool cried at his laughs
The joker was crying

A long time ago
The Joker has died
A long time ago
The Fool has cried
The Joker was a Fool
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