Picture me waiting
in the nook by the window,
long skirt spread out, falling
red and wet-looking against
Death Poems
Healing by Richard Brobst
Ultimately we must learn to accept
our losses (as constellations eventually
accept their passing one
Killer Cocktails and Marshall Swindles by Jillian Garner
Killer Cocktails and Marshall Swindles by Jillian Garner I want to know what if feels like to play chess with death. Walking into that shared hospital room everyday, Your killer cocktails waiting to creep into your prosthetic veins. To kiss your whimsical strands, They’ll be gone soon anyways. To shuffle to the bathroom, Your…
Dead Authors by Blazhia Parker
by Blazhia Parker I wish we could talk All I’m left with is mystery and interpretation What if I’ve gotten it all wrong? Maybe I’ve mutilated Or overly debated By defending your words, Words that I’ve never actually heard uttered from your mouth
Plans by Jane Hanser
Plans by Jane Hanser He who offered so much life lies resting in the ground Stones and grass and monuments and flowers all around Our breaths are frozen in the cold Our thoughts more frozen still Our son his youth a memory upon this wind blown hill. We’ll ne’er forget his laughter or his smile…
addio! by Denis Joe
addio! by Denis Joe Farewell: the rain trickles like candlewax when the flame is snuffed out by that last gasp of air and the world is static and hearts cease their music. You were a poem: a ballad; a sonnet. Now an elegy. ### Denis Joe writes a blog about poetry Talking Verse, and he…
IN THE MILE END ROAD by Amy Levy
IN THE MILE END ROAD ?by Amy Levy How like her! But ’tis she herself, Comes up the crowded street, How little did I think, the morn, My only love to meet! Who else that motion and that mien? Whose else that airy tread? For one strange moment I forgot My only love was dead.
The Tempest by James T. Fields
The Tempest We were crowded in the cabin, Not a soul would dare to sleep, It was midnight on the waters, And a storm was on the deep. ‘Tis a fearful thing in winter To be shattered in the blast, And to hear the rattling trumpet Thunder, “Cut away the mast!” So we shuddered there…