"eath" poems
the world is e.n.d.i.n.g
every. second, is. fleeting.
minutes. become empty pockets
of moments. no longer,able. to, support
existence;
those. who .see
each; br,eath ,as a tick. on their own
clock; reminding them that
they too are
ending.
run, from. their lungs.
forgettin to. let e a c h insta.nt
take hold, of their. flesh.
because,
even. if father time. has claws,,, that
lea.ve scars.
at least, etched into their
bones. would be, the
smiles, wide enough.
to convince, the man on. the moon
to. hold, back night,fall. a little longer
letting. this brief, lifetime, linger.
and the ,laughter. that rippled; time, into
deep wrinkles. of prol,o.nged being.
scratches, that. symbol victory's, over. time's
elusive game.
so that. when. our, clocks run. out of time
we can, be winners. without
being the first to the finish line.
leave. our, bodies behind.
as, time capsules.
filled, with. the lives
.claimed
by, patient.
eyes.
Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 10:20 PM UTC
A nother ****** day
B inging, then throwing up; Hunger
C rying, as usual
D eath sounds comforting
E each day is a struggle
F orcing smiles
G one too soon? Not soon enough
H eaven isn't for people like me.
I nternal struggle—i want to
die//i want to live ..
J ust one more cut .. Oops, too
many to count
K ill yourself, my thoughts say
L iving is exhausting
M ore scars
N othing inside. It's hungry. Being
eaten alive
O h, I woke up this morning, I
wanted to die
P ain .. So much pain.
Q uit it!
R est in peace [RIP]
S hut up!
T hese thoughts will be the death
of me. Tired
U nder the facade is a corpse. Im
a walking dead
V ery soon i will end it.
W hy should I stay alive? Should
I **** myself?
X friends, x lovers, goodbye
Y es
Z ero thoughts
Jul 20, 2018
Jul 20, 2018 at 2:29 PM UTC
Goodbye my beloved
my best friend
my cartoon strip
my spicy blend
my confidant'
my story-teller too
my source of bliss
my beautiful you
Goodbye my soulmate
my aggravation
my dewey tears
my joyous elation
my dark devil
my saving knight
my funky mixed salad
my angel in white
Goodbye my jellybean
my every color
my brilliant star
my only stellar
my addictin high
my curvy wurvy road
my far away companion
my emotional garbage load
Goodbye my truck driver
my ever pessimist
my deep sad poet
my christmas list
my squishy hug
my dictionary
my thesarus too
my harry-carry
Goodbye my healing crystal
my happy thought
my **** dreams
my man I have not
my heaven on eath
my hell here too
my disneyland
my passion that grew
Goodbye my mysterious moon
my brick wall
my favorite song
my bounce to the ball
my craziest joke
my sun in winter
my dirtiest thought
my fantasy reader
Goodbye my phone friend
my tug of war
my fleshy goosepimples
my bird that soars
my bright lightening
my roaring thunder
my white rose
my hopes down under
Goodbye my perfect lover
my satin sheet
my carribean vacation
my favorite treat
my majestic mountain
my green thumb
my cycle rider
my last crumb
Goodbye my first spring rain
my catalyst
my curious dreamer
my lemon twist
my catch of the day
my white cloud
my emotional abyss
my cake upside down
Goodbye my only you
my hopeless dream
my love of loves
my everything
Nov 15, 2009
Nov 15, 2009 at 5:26 AM UTC
in my dreams, I found your voice whispering my name
it was so quiet, just like you, throwing your secrets in the grave
silent euphoria covering the tension in my muscles and veins
releasing the strenuous stress, but my blood still runs white
white sunlight running through me and my thoughts run to you
it's like an natural instinct, a second skin, a cause to the effect
you peer into my windows and the realization why was a slap in the face
ironic because I fell into the same guilty pleasure that you did
your spring and summer lasted me a few years, but winter came
love hibernated back into it's cave, built it's castle and lava moat
haphazardly scattered ghost starve in the back of an abandoned alley
looking for a map out of this godforsaken eath but they can't leave
not without a sign pointing them in the right direction, but i always turn left
it's like we were related by blood, but our blood learned to squander
my fingertips shake violently, do you realize how badly i need you
anxiety was taking every inch of my body and collapsing my lungs
i'm searching for a needle in a haystack and it's been found already
i'm looking for a key to the locked door but my hands are empty
i'm peering through an opening to find any source of hope for us
and i come up empty every single time.
-kra
Nov 13, 2013
Nov 13, 2013 at 5:26 PM UTC
Frustrated
Emotionally constipated
Fiercely
Unintended
Compromised
Kisses that lead to
Expected
Death
Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 2:43 PM UTC
Your life may never be the same,
but there will come a time when I don't
drive you to distraction
occupy your mind
engulf your every moment
but I am not here for the conception of new memories:
coffee
arguments
commercials
Sunday dinners
shared cigarettes
pregnancy news from family
getting high
getting sick
car ride album listens
dark room hair pulls
bright room eye locks
glances across the table because
everyone else is so stupid, aren't they?
squeezing into a too small bath together
They are all disintegrating
moments break apart
fall away from you,
left only with the clichéd sand through your fingers
like the memories of the
sme l of my b eath
f el of my tou h
so nd o m vo ce
s h f y fa e
ve I h y u
Apr 30, 2011
Apr 30, 2011 at 9:48 AM UTC
Screaming in silence
Urges so strong
Inside a whirlpool
Crying for so long
It becomes clear
Death is here
Every step of the dark, dark way
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 2:27 PM UTC
D
eath is a gray lady; waiting and.
she is whitely quiet but always niggling the
bones in our frameless panes. pale cheeks stained
onyx rivers or. ash skirt fluttering in no breeze. felt
but heard whispering in our.
dEath is a solid nothing. or green stems bent withering
petals dry under and stiff. blooming never more ever more.
a manure tree odoring better than.
death is a noise unheard blaring
but death isn't your delicate plush
perfectly imperfect perfection. in my cleft
stunningly dim. death is. waiting and.
a silent riot of colourless gardens frozen
infinite decay. a notion so sweetly bitter.
death is a gray lady!so cometo my sheets and spread
your legs and salty tears and feathers gently or.
peacefully scream deAth in the rapture
of
my
palms and.
Jun 20, 2010
Jun 20, 2010 at 11:02 AM UTC
<3 <3 <3
L-ove of my life
I-s a
S-ong
T-hat plays on in my
E-ars and head, without end
N-othing else is
H-eard...or felt
E-xcept that sound....its fragrant
A-ir...moist with mist...a caress on my face,
R-enewing my strength, with its
T-unes, so sweet.........this song,
I-nsists...it wants me to feel its energy...a
T-ender touch on my
S-kin, that clothes my whole being...like a
V-estment...with warmth reassuring...that of an
A-ngel.....with a haloed collar, bright...to guide, to
L-ight my way...my view...my heart, here on
E-arth...each day..........don't fail me, my love, i am
N-eeding...when you are nowhere...but when we're
T-ogether.....nothing, no one else exists between us...for
I-n the space within your arms...i am home
N-urtured...by your
E-ndless flow of verses....i am cuddled...i am
S-hielded..........in my dreams, you have no
D-eath...and so, i, too, have no death...i am kept
A-live........undying........sustained by
Y-our breaths of love, through your poetry <3
Sally
Copyright February 13, 2018
rrab
Happy Valentine's Day to everyone!!!
Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 5:45 PM UTC
In the realm of my mind
Fears and grieves they collide
Within a deafening storm
Never have I faced an eath demon
The faces that come alive
The roads that go burn in fire
The curses that never come to an end
So,
I get collapsed when the shards hit the hearts
When the nights turn their back on the wars
When lonesome minds are burnt to death
I'm ****** off, in memory of a lost cause
In death of my mind...
Jan 11, 2019
Jan 11, 2019 at 10:43 PM UTC
F or when
I n distress,
R escue comes
S aves you from
T he troubling pain
A nd as you lay
I nto the stretcher,
D eath arrives.
Feb 9, 2017
Feb 9, 2017 at 5:51 AM UTC
Bless me with your poetry.
Declare thy love is true.
In darkness and in violence.
He tries to make me blue.
Lectures I'm a tempest.
Lashing loud with callous tongue.
Cold and harsh.
Hell on Eath be wreaked.
In Heaven I think not.
I so much beg to differ.
So,
As putty.
My soft heart is all I've got.
Swung upon a yo-yo.
As child's toy.
Kept it on a rubber string.
Flying up and down.
In and out of Victoria.
Queen of London town.
Destroying not his temples.
Never in a million years.
Not to make him cry again.
Justifies my kindness.
Wipes away his sulky tears.
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 2:36 PM UTC
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A sed iend rought eath ease ain
bles fr b br and ag
Dec 26, 2012
Dec 26, 2012 at 5:05 PM UTC
.
Forgive me
Father for I have
sinned." ' I will set
my face against the
person who turns
to mediums and
spiritist to prostitu
te himself by follo
wing them, and I
will cut him off fro
m his people. " 'If
anyone c urses his
father o r mother,
he must be put to d
eath. His blood wi
ll be on his h e a d.
" 'If a man lies with a
man as one lies wi
th a woman, bot h
of them have done
w h at is detestable.
T h e y must be p ut
to d e ath. What th
e y have done is p
erversion, their bl
ood will be on their
o w n heads." 'If a
man lies with a wo
man during her m
onthly period and
he has ****** relat
tions w ith her, he
has exposed the source
of her flow, and she has also un
covered it, both of them must be
cut off from their people.
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 2:01 PM UTC
E ndless wisdom of no bounds
H ewed space, no light, no sound
Y ielded self yet self surrounds
H eart pulsating life abound
Y ou see the end in the beginning
H iding death in the living
V oid shapen through Your giving
H ome to Heaven through forgiving
A ir and fire, water, earth,
D eath 'n life, endless rebirth,
N ature nurturing name of worth
Y earns in You to find safe berth
Apr 15, 2021
Apr 15, 2021 at 4:57 AM UTC
I was far too lost in how beautifully striking they were
Too lost to notice the withered with age
Then cracked when I touched to admire
Morose exhaled the death of these fine flowers
Dried out of love and beauty
They collected dust where hues of livid red and snow white displayed themselves.
A bundle of frail, wrinkled flowers, xeric and unrecognizable
I still felt their beauty through their destitute for the eath and its pure spring
They ate themselves until they were nothing but ash and stems
But I still felt their beauty, as I gathered the remains,
I buried them in the back of my mind
I buried them somewhere
BEAUTIFUL
Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 10:48 AM UTC
Beware for it is coming
Everyone will soon see,
For it is upon us now,
Old young, new born
Reach inside yourself
Every moment counts.
-
They think its all "OK"
Hell on earth will fall
Each persons moment.
-
Will they crumble
Or rise above this all,
Reap what you sow
Leave the material
Death is following
-
Every last thought
Not everyone's the same.
Do you want to be alone?
So the world ends, but stars still turn.
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 7:35 PM UTC
Every thing has always been black and white
Happiness and Sadness, black and white.
Love and Hate, black and white.
Dreams and Reality, black and white.
Life and Death, black and white.
Good decisions and Bad decisions, black and white.
Grey has long faded from my life,
From the time I was a little girl full of innocence and I fell and scraped my knee at the park
To the time where you threw me away at time square and acted like you and I were nothing at all
That's when I truly found out,
Everything is black and white,
Good and Bad,
Grey does not exist.
May 22, 2016
May 22, 2016 at 4:54 AM UTC
Eternal mysteries constantly evading,
Never ceasing to puzzle the wisest man.
In all my thoughts and dreams revealing,
God only knows how much I’ve tried to understand.
Mysterious magic speaks of emotion and feeling,
And loneliness has vanished by the touch of a hand.
Obsessed with a passion for the first gentle touch,
Feelings of joy I have wanted so much.
Living alone for the longest of years,
In despair of all hopes for passion.
Following the trail blazed by deep seeded fears,
Elation was a dying breed, going out of fashion.
Allusive answers I never will find,
Nothing so harsh as reality.
Death, love and life are three of a kind.
Looking for a cure of incurable disease,
Of endless hours and wasted misery.
Vows of devotion have me on my knees,
Even happiness is all unspoken mystery.
1/20/1999
Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 11:26 PM UTC
Today a man spoke to me; a drunkard, telling me what I should and shouldn't do. A part of me felt like a child again. Responding to others with that silence, they barely mean a thing in that moment.
Once I got home, I couldn't help but think about who he thought he was, what reason he had to tell me this. Out of want for respect, decency? In a world full of drunkards, murderers, perversions, and death.
Insanity pocketed in beings who believe they are sane, telling others that they should also be sane.
Tellmewhatthatis.
Another language.
A shape.
A joke.
A man who stumbles through life, for the next alcoholic fix, until his eventual death.
No one would care in the end. They all speak the same careless language at the end of the days. We sleep alone with ourselves regardless of who is there.
So what would be the point of me listening.
Why should I feel ashamed of doing something I wanted to do, when we're all going to die someday?
Nov 24, 2017
Nov 24, 2017 at 4:30 AM UTC
(Family drama)
11:00 'O' Clock, the clock ticked furiously,
The girl looked at her dead wishes curiously.
The time played the game now,
The one who wanted to be different is a shame now.
The family made the home a fish market,
A young girl can see patriarchate.
Everyone thought the perspective is vindictive ; until it's a boy,
the argument is valid or it is a foe.
The girl wept in corner looking at her misery,
Parents spitting venom on eath other, didn't spared even their anniversary.
Blocking the choices, the girl could have,
Maybe that's what the fate girl could have.
To get killed her innocence in the screams of her mother,
To get killed the love, she had for her father,
To get killed the chances to have a loveable family,
As the time passed she became anomaly.
All her life, she has seen, was those abuses,
Fights, where his father had a hand on her mother that caused bruises.
A girl on her way now ,
when she turns 18, she denies to get a approval certificate,
Eyes rolled over but she knew the fire in her belly is adequate.
Looking back at the fragments ; Maybe the girl cries or smiles
What matters the most that she walked miles.
Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 11:53 AM UTC
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Aug 15, 2016
Aug 15, 2016 at 8:23 PM UTC
If I could trade my eyes today I'd trade them with the Sun
to wake up with the world and greet another morning come
I'd watch the shadows bathe beneath the warmth of every ray
I'd float upon the waters in the gentlest of ways
and if the clouds delivered Latter Rain upon us all
then I would be returned the eyes exchanged to watch it fall
I'd never want to miss the chance to see beyond this life
to reconcile my body with the source of Truth and Light
Jul 24, 2017
Jul 24, 2017 at 9:00 PM UTC