#morgue poems on Hello Poetry

TorturedPoet Oct 30

morgues

pay more respect to the women working at morgues.

they tend to the dead
it takes sympathy
it takes care
it takes courage
it takes control

not the control of fear of stray souls
not the control of fear of phantoms
but the control of wanton

and that is why men aren't hired by morgues.

My first poem here... :)
This is actually inspired by someone on the net saying that some morgues in their city did not hire men due to....yk

#morgue #dark #women #reality #sad #unfortunate #shameful

Karma Nov 7

Deiner's Log: Entry 12

They say I'm alone
But I am not.
I work with the dead,
So I’ve got
Ghosts and ghouls in my head,
Each of them a friend,
Sharing their wisdoms
In rot.

It’s been some time
Since I’ve met a living.
They come
Insisting my giving
To them my help,
Often of health
But their stories
End only in sinning.

A woman’s just entered
My morgue.
With courage,
She came through the door.
He stride struck a chord-
Like I’d seen her before-
Like I knew my advice’d
Be ignored.

Of course,
She wanted my help.
From death,
Was the terror she felt.
She had come all this way,
I had nothing to say?
So she thanked me and
Returned to her hell.

#deiner #morgue #help #death #spirits

Michael R Burch Apr 2020

grave request

grave request
by Michael R. Burch

come to ur doom
in Tombstone;

the stars stark and chill
over Boot Hill

care nothing for ur desire;

still,

imagine they wish u no ill,
that u burn with the same antique fire;

for there’s nothing to life but the thrill
of living until u expire;
so come, spend ur last hardearned bill
on Tombstone.

Keywords/Tags: Tombstone, Boot Hill, grave, headstone, death, doom, graveyard, morgue, final, payment, resting place

#tombstone #boot #hill #grave #headstone #death #doom #graveyard #morgue #final

Luna Wrenn Mar 2020

morgue

its pathetic how you could let me
lay here without trying to save me
i’m cold and scared
but this is what you wanted.
you wanted me too be empty
and soon there will be
a void in my chest
soon you can cut
deeper into me
and harvest whats left.
i won’t scream now
because I'm lacking breath
your hands never left a
mark when
i was full of blood
but if you could see
the inside my brain
the damages
had been done.

#morgue #sadness #gone #life #happiness #relationships #truth #honest #dead #funeral

Aliyana Jun 2019

Emotional State of Fleet

away.
i’m not of this earth,
i see my body but i’m no where near it,
maybe its my body and i’m my soul,
drifting away and watching my body from afar,
how did it end up this way?

up and down,
left and right,
constantly pulled into a direction i have no recollection of,
who’s controlling me if not myself?
if not my body, pulling the strings while i’m mindlessly going along?

just an empty vessel,
is what’s in front of me now.
no soul, spirit, mind enclosed,
but a mere space of organs and bones,
awaiting to be pulled and shelved for disclosure.

away.
i am without being permanent and withholding,
but just away... as something that never was to begin with.

Hi, it’s been awhile :) Still writing but a bit deeper these days. While reading, think of what happens to you when you die.. the process. Keyword: Morgue.

#morgue #death #deep

voodoo Apr 2019

thanatos

moribund,

I’m just like what one of the Bronte’s said –

'down to that tomb already more than mine!'

but it’s you on the trolley, the metal just as cold as your skin.

how close were we to this end

and for how long did we walk this wire?

lost and deserted each, neither better than the other.

how long did we swear by denouement

before you gave in and claimed it as your own?

I was and will always be light years, light years away from you.

now I tie your toes together, no ghost could compare with the haunting

of you and your memory:

stains of summer and bruises of promises

in a bed still half empty –

half yours, half mine,

and your half is now missing.

#death #morgue #emilybronte #suicide #promises #loss #love

Cyrille Octaviano Nov 2017

{4} Hospitalize

On thin, white sheets, today, I lay
Each IV drop, brings me dismay
There's something I have longed to say...
You pull the plug and make my day.

#euthanasia #morgue #novembrite

Greta Wocheski Oct 2016

a promise :)

i'm going to die one day, just give me a sec.
to procrastinate my death's due day while i practice being laid to rest.
- g.w

#suicide #short #truth #peace #depression #anxiety #happy #dark #emotion #morgue

Greta Wocheski Oct 2016

the anchor.

i am an anchor, i struggle to carry my own weight
my world is an ocean and here time moves slow.
i cannot breathe and no one can hear the
words i speak.

i am an anchor,
i've sunk to the deepest point of the darkest ocean
and here
i lay dormant.

- g.w

i am an anchor.

#suicide #short #sad #depression #melancholy #tired #morgue