Tags : Death

Wicked

Wicked

A Poem by bigtimewriter


Whisked by worried whispers,Delusions, and the jaws of dismayI wander a wicked walkway,Whimpering for a semblance of homeMy body like a tomb, coated i..
La Vida

La Vida

A Poem by bigtimewriter


10 syllables, then 9, then 8, and so on.
Fatefall - 38

Fatefall - 38

A Chapter by A.L.


Nakoa
The Oak Tree

The Oak Tree

A Poem by Sam


A fictional poem about suicide
Death has come

Death has come

A Poem by Sam


A personal nonfiction poem about when I was in active addiction
One Bullet Ended It All

One Bullet Ended It All

A Poem by Randy Johnson


THIS IS A FICTIONAL POEM BUT PARENTS REALLY SHOULD KEEP THEIR GUNS OUT OF THE REACH OF THEIR CHILDREN
"Till That Day I Return To Earth

"Till That Day I Return To Earth

A Poem by Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn d..


Philosophical thoughts set to pen of page ...
I Don't Get Invited

I Don't Get Invited

A Poem by Lana


I think my heart beats fastBecause I haven't been hugged in a whileAnd I think I blink too muchBecause I haven't seen the light in a whileI think my l..
Bernard's Birthday

Bernard's Birthday

A Poem by Randy Johnson


DEDICATED TO BERNARD CRIBBINS (1928-2022) WHO DIED ON JULY 27, 2022
missing the ¨dead¨

missing the ¨dead¨

A Poem by jaide


this poem is about how sometimes we hold on to thing that arent there anymore,for example; old text messages from an ex-lover who don't love you anymo..
THE COTTAGE IN THE WOODS .Part 2.

THE COTTAGE IN THE WOODS .Part 2.

A Chapter by Peter Rogerson


The teenagers discuss the old woman with the local constable
Fatefall - 39

Fatefall - 39

A Chapter by A.L.


Jett
Genesis 2:22

Genesis 2:22

A Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell


I will be waiting ...
Each & Every Day

Each & Every Day

A Poem by Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn d..


This piece is dedicated to my friend, Mike Woodward & his late father, William Leonard Woodward, who passed away June 14th, 2013. Mike was Pallbearer ..
Thrumming with my every passing thought

Thrumming with my every passing thought

A Poem by Cass Ashe


Thrumming with my every passing thought,Nostalgic and infinite love’s embraceWhose hands cradle this hot iron teapotFilled by ballet of a broken..
can·cer (noun)

can·cer (noun)

A Story by charlies


A young girl from the 50s realizes that she's going to die.