Poetry Blogs (2021, Death)
Brian Blanchard on RACIST? (3 hours ago)
Death is respectful
Enough to Kill me
While I'm young - Before my
Extraordinary possibilities become
Before I grow Old and
The Mystery of my Story - it is
Better to leave people to
Imagine - the things I'll never become
Before I live my life
Utterly pointless - Y...
Wednesday 14th April 2021 4:24 am
Years ago, I heard about a love endless
Were the times,
When love was sprouting
Songs was inviting to fall in love
unbelievable love stories were written
The war had over
Giving passed to unexpected coming backs.
She was an adorable woman
Worthy daughter of his dedicated professor
He was a handsome man and brilliant student,
She was sweet, lovely, ...
Tuesday 9th March 2021 3:18 pm
Death is the end of all things
Death is the end of pain and blame and shame,
of sun, of rain, of work, of play
Death is the end of night and day
It brings each one of us, the same,
to the end of everything.
I say Death is the end of all things
So we need to know that's where we go
Whether we want to, yea or no,
It is what existence always shows
No matter what else life may bring,
Monday 1st March 2021 1:54 am
You say I am a good person,
They say I am a bad one,
Forgetting that I am just a human being,
Just being what I am now.
Change is unstoppable, just like the flow of water,
People change, so does life,
Making sad almost all the time.
They say you are the one with wisdom,
I can only see you as the one with regret.
"Life is beautiful" as you state,
So why it becomes so hard living like ...
Wednesday 24th February 2021 6:08 pm
"You have been here a few days now",
"Since Saturday", she replied
"And why did you come in here?"
"Because I attempted suicide"
She didn't have any worries,
She wasn't sad or happy,
It was blank, emotionless state,
Nothing to do, nothing got her interest,
Now been quite a few time living through this noiseless rhyme,
It was like a vegetative state, living in her mi...
Friday 19th February 2021 6:15 pm
No more asking of “what” and “why”;
As always, silence replaces the weeping.
I keep repeating that you are not alive,
But you are not dead either, you are just sleeping.
I hear your steps on the staircase,
Your voice rushes in, then, the smell of your hair.
You smile at me, and I look through your face
As the cold of eternity fills up the air
And rests on the lifeless face ...
Wednesday 17th February 2021 12:11 am
When your soul returns to Ras Dashen many years from now,
Time will stop to acknowledge your final descent.
Time will give no pardon. Time will take no vow.
As a child again, you will walk through the land.
At the mountain foot olive trees are the same;
They were guarding your peace from below and above.
When the world seemed unfair – this is where you came,
This is where you...
Tuesday 16th February 2021 11:59 pm
Today's blog is a poem (well, two poems actually) where there are two versions of the poem and I have not yet been able to settle my feelings about which version 'wins'. I feel like there should stay two versions of it.
Version 1 – Personal
If Life will be what it has to be,
And Death will come when it comes,
And all the moments that I breathe
Happiness still is mine to give myself...
Wednesday 3rd February 2021 12:39 am
Who am I?
Who knows? not I !
Perhaps, I'll find out
when I die
When in the ground
cross armed I lie
the congregation spy
Will friends & family
Or, perhaps pretend
and also lie?
Will I hear truths
I now deny?
Or, will they say
'Oh! What a guy!'
Will happy thoughts
of times gone by
Just turn to thoughts
Sunday 24th January 2021 11:31 am
I can see her running through the grass,
Holding her sisters hand,
I can see her.
No one else can.
I can hear her laughing at the wind,
Singing and dancing with her twin,
No one else can.
Each time I watch one,
I see her too.
When one walks into the room,
I see her come in too.
No one else can.
I know why I see her.
I know why I hear her.
What I don't know...
Saturday 23rd January 2021 6:11 am