Poem Details | by
L'nass Shango |
Categories:
nature, satirejoy,
Climb high these mountains
And meet cliffs of history
Snug against the moon
Cold lover's warm kiss
Caress each syllable of song
Love makes joy exist
Adirondacks mist
The milk of mothering trees
Melted on morning's joy
Tongue lark the dark lakes
Water births of memory
Ego ice thin here
The nation's blood lens
The red moon night, so pride stakes
Claim to fluid truth
The wind prowls the skin
Stirring leaves of memories
A breast dried of peace
Algonquian trail
Footsteps eat the span of trees
Man is small in grief
The muskets torment
Fusion of mission and right
The north shrikes lament
And beg migrants gone
But wax wing they shun the sun
Bunting snow for life.
Old Mohawk glory
Gone when forest bare shivers
In castles of ice
Steel teeth scrape the rocks
And eat iron from the ore
Of greed, killing trees
Logging the green tongue
Of the sun's wealth of heat
For this new kingdom
Of civilized men
Performing barbaric feats
Distant from the den.
Dusk the Gilded Age
Of rage ... like natives, all past
Diseased to the eye
A new dawn breaks song
And howls of joy claim again
The blessings of rain
Sceptered in the throat
Cities' diamonds of dew
Love of warblers note.
Love is eagle's joy
Climbing high against the breast
Peaking in delight.
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Poem Details | by
Anne Lise Andresen |
Categories:
death, life, love,
A heart
learning language of love
but also grief
The grief
learning heart to go uphill
death is heavy
20.10.2012
A-L Andresen :)
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Poem Details | by
James Burns |
Categories:
angst, confusion, death, family, loss, sad
Screams above the din
A moment of grief and loss
A loved one passes
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Poem Details | by
Gerard Keogh Jr. |
Categories:
animals, imagination, nature
The Fox:
1. the blare of the horn
snooty hooves of fire red coats...
panting for my life
2. briar rabbit ears
twisting in my angry grip...
more tall tales are told
3. a hen in my mouth
a farmer without his gun...
life can be so good
The Wolf:
1. silver sinews coil
full moon permits me to speak...
shivers for all men
2. my proud bloody coat
clings to young Navaho skin...
tales of my demise
3. the grind of tractors
growl grief to my amber eyes...
leave my land alone
The Coyote:
1. mangy vermin shriek
pelts darken with scarlet smear...
ranchers open fire
2. mere morsels to munch
lupine snap shears of warning...
always last in line
3. roy rodgers singing
cactus cattle and trail dust...
my chorus off key
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Poem Details | by
paul holmes |
Categories:
life
Emotions wet trail
Of laughter or grief, often
A mixture of both.
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Poem Details | by
nicole marrier |
Categories:
recovery from...,
Today im not sad
Im in the next stage of grief
Today im angry
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Poem Details | by
Shadow Hamilton |
Categories:
death,
Death creeps quietly in
often taking by surprise
one last gasp of air
leaving behind pain
sadness, sorrow and such loss
emptiness of heart
days pass by in grief
each becomes full of torment
as one struggles on
no light just darkness
no end is yet to be found
time they say will heal
for them left behind
no peace, just grief smothering
icy heart with blackness
written 9/16/2013
contest Grief
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Poem Details | by
Jack Jordan |
Categories:
grief,
Melancholy
rainy season
grief, white hydrangeas
hungry caterpillar
A haikuette for “Haiku Wannabees”
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Poem Details | by
Jack Jordan |
Categories:
grief, nature,
rainy season
grief, white hydrangeas
hungry caterpillar
In part, The Haiku Society of America’s definition of a haiku reads, “Usually a haiku in English is written in three unrhymed lines of seventeen or fewer syllables.” Further, Japanese scholar Shigehisa Kuriyama states, “The 5-7-5 pattern by itself does not make a haiku.” (Gurga, p. 1). Contemporary English language haiku have departed radically from the 5-7-5 convention, including the Beat haiku of Jack Kerouac, Allen Ginsberg, and Gary Snyder, the latter awarded the Masaoka Shiki International Haiku Grand Prize in 2004. The haiku of Robert Spiess are especially experimental.
I recommend two sources for further study of haiku: “Haiku: A Poet’s Guide,” by Lee Gurga, addresses haiku in it’s traditional form; “Haiku Poetics in Twentieth-Century Avant-Garde Poetry,” by Jeffery Johnson discusses haiku as realized by modernist poets.
Speaking personally, it is most important for me to enjoy writing a haiku, correct form or not, and for my haiku to be enjoyed by the reader.
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Poem Details | by
Michael J. Falotico |
Categories:
depression
My shoulders are tired
of carrying so much grief
from a long hard week..
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Poem Details | by
David Smalling |
Categories:
friendship, love, heart, heart,
One more poem, Lord
Let my heart diffuse in words
Candle wax of love
One more drain of grief
The songs that make children smile
Flower spoilt by fruit
One more gift of grace
To fence death in coming night
In eternal song
And much more for love
The moth upon flame ignites
The wonder of eyes
One more poem, I
Darkness of universe, light
Saints on pilgrim shores
Give me heart to write
Upon bright in drops of dew
I quench sun's thirst too
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Poem Details | by
Cherie Lowe |
Categories:
faith, inspirational, life, peace,
Oh gentle spirit
Set loose from life’s pain and grief
Flee to the heavens
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Poem Details | by
kristi hayner |
Categories:
Don't know how to speak
To you get my point across
Calm & soft don't work
Maybe in the past
"Itching" & screaming got thru
To you now other
Ways are much too quiet
Perhaps you need to be slapped
A bit to get it
We're alike that way
Care not to be corrected
No matter the path
Disturbing to be
Wrong, off, bad, out of the loop
Don't like it one bit
If ugly screaming
Is what it takes I fear I'm
Not your gal at all
Help me to help you
Without any grief 'cause things
Change most everyday
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Poem Details | by
Victoria Anderson-Throop |
Categories:
grief, sun,
THE VERMILLION LOSS
vermillion
sun rise pants for new day
clouds dally
grief
wears dry eyes
stunned
blue hour blues
Dusk weeps for each lost sun
midnight dreams
vermillion
sun rise pants for new day
clouds dally….
on the loss of my mother
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Poem Details | by
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen |
Categories:
angst, nature, sad
Lamenting Blossom
Shed not tears of grief.
Light forestalls your requiem.
Glorifying life.
© Dane Smith-Johnsen
April 18, 2010
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Poem Details | by
L'nass Shango |
Categories:
nature,
The sea is melting
The water level rises
To the eyes as tears
Even in earthquake
There is no wave in that lake
Grief numbs a man's heart
Birds taste their voices
The air clamours with fresh songs
He knows it is spring
The sun melts the mount
The river strangles silence
A vision of peace
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Poem Details | by
Victoria Anderson-Throop |
Categories:
hope,
Winter Alone
searing grief
exhaled lone eagles' mate
mourning loss
grey mountain
grim ageless listener
pain absorbed
dawn calling
sun-- healing reaches
heavy wings
v anderson-throop
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Poem Details | by
David Smalling |
Categories:
caregiving, faith, lossold, old,
The silent news spoke
Nothing of my grief, the fire
Came after the smoke
Children, grandchildren
Were'nt lollipops of the flames
Choking on prayers
The serpent's eyes red
Looked, and from our fortress fled
Staining just one room
With the ash of sin
Investment here of its doom
Without rain or tears
Throw the old things out
Burnt furniture, wet clothes scarred
With water and dirt
Human life is more
Than grief can measure in loss
This, yet we endure
Carol, dear, and John
Give Candice my love's regard
We shall build again
The phoenix in us
Resist the yearning in dust
To fracture our trust
We rise, and we rise
The spark above leaping fire
Death is love disguised,
The balm of the skies
We believe and do not need
The germ in the seed.
Let old visions die
Frail vanity now disposed
Fresh faith from it grows
For in this despair
Our safety meant God is here
Life is only grace.
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Poem Details | by
Elly Wouterse |
Categories:
grief,
Lady Mantle's grief
like morning dew drops
her transparent healing tears
display so clearly
@ Ellie Daphne
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Poem Details | by
Matt Caliri |
Categories:
hopegrief,
O Father Of Mercy
Wash out this grief you shower
Over me and the land,
Ring out the spirit
And Saturday our love's weeks
Like light through locked twigs,
Beyond the puddled boy
Crying in vain for solace
Sung all about him
With worried weather,
Arise in your emptiness
Head-high like the sun.
Stars are for darkness.
May each night blanket blessings
Down Heart's corridor
And the floors of joy
Shift shapelessly through lives
Like mud on apples
In a woven dreamland,
Floating as God's single thought,
Making rich your harmony
As the cross flies off
And the Bible loads squirt guns
And "grace" replaces "debt"
Replaces tongue and
Speech in swirling compassion
Viewed from your own chair
You made from pictures
And lightbulbs and fake noses
And dusty open cheer
Up! The baby smiles
Your world of grief has shattered.
Light has pierced the dark.
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Poem Details | by
Üzeyir Lokman CAYCI |
Categories:
inspirational, lost love, love, nostalgia,
I wrote my poems
with my heart
I strolled abroad
With my manuscripts,
drew my expectations
into my drawings
The avalanche of suffering
crushes me.
I put years
on my back,
stored secrets
in my memory
Often I could not end
trips...
I was annoyed
by the hypocritical
before my eyes
The mothers gave birth
to tears
The orphans and the forlorn
distributed grief.
I wrote my poems
with my heart
I strolled abroad
With my manuscripts,
drew my expectations
into my drawings
The avalanche of suffering
crushes me.
Üzeyir Lokman ÇAYCI
Rueil Malmaison – 10.12.2005
Traduit par by Yakup YURT en français
French free verse translated into English free verse
by Joneve McCormick, 22.02.2006
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Poem Details | by
L'nass Shango |
Categories:
nature, sadmorning,
This morning I woke
With a tear in my heart, I
Brushed it away late
I went outside, found
There tears on the morning grass
My child called it dew
I saw through both, one
Reality for our sorrow
Broken shines like dew
So my tears lingered
Long until the sun came up
And drank dry my cup
But left memory
Like a leaf to store its kiss
Beside budding grief.
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Poem Details | by
Asif Andalib |
Categories:
life, people, political, social, sympathy
In congested homes of slums
The poor people live –
No one listens to their grief!
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Poem Details | by
christine a kysely |
Categories:
loss
Streamers of grief run
Fly free from innermost lands
Spawn of pain from man.
(January 10, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
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Poem Details | by
L'nass Shango |
Categories:
allegory, nature
My Saint John flow on
Through forest, marsh and town's spread
Tablecloth of stars
Conquistadors gone
The blue herons walk alone
In moonlight's silence
River and lone night
Memory is a wind's hope
Rustling swamps for gold
Let us keep our thoughts
In slow meandering lakes
The salt sea invites
Less Timucuan
Waken find us new remnants
In Ferdinand's dream
Love wilts in salt tears
The heart snakes the bush of grief
Tense as beauty stares.
Waleka, Rio
De Corrientes, Rio
De San Juan, the same
A gaudy green thrill
Peace sanctuary of births
Life from life flowing
Still at Sawgrass breast,
The Seminole blood of strength
I from Afric's tent
We the better ore
Than gleaming figment of fort
Lovers on this shore
Sea abandoned child
Scarred and aching love consoles
Tributary feasts.
O otters swim deep
Beneath the currents I weep
But a shrimp of tear
What is gone is gone
The sun makes still day's new dawn
Oceans carry on
Ships cargo joy fresh
As pines from which warblers sing
Magics of today.
My Saint John flow on
O'er fertile grounds of sweet love
Blooming moonlight still.
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Poem Details | by
Dina Televitskaya |
Categories:
song-lyric,
It has flown to me.
And it has given me grief.
It was your sad smile.
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Poem Details | by
L'nass Shango |
Categories:
nature
New buds breaking bring
The bees to flowers nipple
Spring feels love's sweet sting
Cool winds sweep dead leaves
Frolicking to shallow graves
Grass caress my feet
New tornados come
Galloping through the gray clouds
Apathy is dead.
The sun awakens
To drink the dews of dark night
Lizards seek fresh shade
Flies can hear my hand
Before the thunder breaks grief
Freedom comes with wings
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