The dead don't die

The sun broke through
as a breeze awoke
Taking your spirit
as if it were smoke
I closed my eyes
with one last tear
My hand closed yours
now you’re not here

A part of me left
painfully torn
Emotionless, empty,
now thoroughly worn
Ritual’s follow,
flowers to arrange
I look to my phone
knowing you’re out of range

I come to see you brother,
to hold your hand
cold and pale
like tide left sand
A rose lay upon you
now in full bloom
cast shadows upon you
as if lit by full moon

Time passes
you learn to heal
still questions of
why you God did steal
Tears are shed
questions asked
In my heart I know
that you have passed

I do know now
you’re not all but gone
you taught me well
your legend lives on
All you had said
all you had taught
I realize you grew in me
your deep in my thought

Times get tough
they get me down
I think of you
to shed my frown
My brother this is not
our final goodbye
My friend forever
the dead don't die.


Written by
Poppashroom

Old souls

Old souls
require vulnerable truth.
Yours
mine

nothing more
or less.

Reaching, searching for nourishment
as the roots of a tree.
She does portray gracious weeping,
branched reaching.
Beneath,
a strong formidable Grace
that digs deep.

Little else matters.

To believe in you
and the possibility
of the jump into the unknown?

It is the beautiful scars of the hunt shown with humility.
The glory of living in the roar of lions
who slumber beneath the ancient tree's sacred shade.

Yes! We celebrate living

too perceptive,
too strong,
too sensitive
to believe in futilty.

Is that ok?
It is our only ok.
Lest we die unbelievers.

Not Kings and Queens
in the jungle.

A collaboration by Poppashroom and Ladywind.

My souls grow thin
Fully worn too
But my feet will carry
Me and get me through

On my hands I'll crawl
With scabbed knees
I will find you
Like a summer breeze

<x> <x> <x> <x> <x>

I lift you up.
No soul or soles shall be impoverished with me.

Die into me, as I die into you.

May our flames be twin,
entwined threefold.

May our journey be soft, sure as moccasins hunting.

Our direction?

A smile
upon the aged lips of Wisdom
calling her children
home to feast.

Ladywind xxx

I feel my knees
dig into the sand,
As the tide flows in
I feel your hand,

For a short time
we share a cresting wave,
Crashing together
And Knackedly bathe.

A tributary of tears
As our hands depart
From this place of where
We did start

A tear falls
Under moons good grace
A salt track of pain
Is the only trace

I will remain
Here upon the sand
Waiting again
To hold your hand

Written by Poppashroom

Inspired by Technotive


Observation -
Lukewarm verses hot;
is shame upon me,
shame upon you.

Settling for less
is quartered and hung words.
It is time
to razor the past.

Watch blood and ink spill
from our veins,
tongue
and shadows that
dripped life -
screaming silence.

No more!
Mouth indian blue.
I shall not silence the roar
of quill,

of want
flooding this soul.
Erupting
into much,
much more than the spoken word.

Watch these eyes
They are a Watchtower.

Pilgrimage

Stands the watchtower,
the lone titanic tree.
Branches filled with feathered messengers,
singing freedom from harsh seasons.
A thousand doves coo, heralding winters end.

The mountain calls again.
The path no longer crumbled and lean.
Even the crows welcome me here,
scurrying at my feet,
flying high, like Nepalese guides.
Crying "This is the way".

Pinnacle feat teases my senses.
Your voice, your presence everywhere.
I know you in the sky, the earth, the familiar mist that falls free.
Arms raised, I feel you take my hand,
lift me beyond the now into forever.
O beautiful realms,
artists have tried to share,
captivate me and more.

Love and Light speaks.
"It is not your time".
My soul,
flooded and overwhelmed
weeps.

Already I taste the suffocating valleys sand.

I am lost yeah. Can you relate?
A vent....

Dont feel bad if people talk bad behind you.Be Very Proud Because you are special Person and they are spending their valuable time to talk about Yourself!Good Day!

Thank you, I appreciate your comment.

I love you Tom4uhere, Storm,Seamus, Cosmiccharlie, Queenie...
Never forget friends are the best medicine against all ills....

Thank you Ladywind, you have a great talent. Be kind to yourself

ok Ladywind...

More and more automated answering systems actually take longer to navigate through then chatting immediately with a person...it seems my question is always one which the automated thingie doesn't have in its list...and i have to say "agent" at least several times to get put on hold for a person...and then the person asks for all the info I gave the thingie initially...hahaha...modern technology....

F#@k em I mean no offence, but we have people who can not speak English well on our customer service calls. It drives me bonkers. Pay people who can speak English you tight arse w⚓'s

Omg. I finished my statement with the police.
Felt very weird, came home got drunk off my nut to cope..and kissed my flatmate.....

Shine on you


As the eye of heaven dips deep in the sky
I stand facing west with a tear in my eye,
It’s deep orange beams cast one final wave
and right there & then,
in the same light we bathe.

However, as is with its daily chore,
on Its anticlockwise journey it still must endure.

During a magnificent glow, a celestial blush
I reach forth my heart, almost unheard, just a hush,
to grant me a deed on Its west-worldly rush
to connect me and you with the warmth of its touch.

So with the cloak of darkness and the flow of the night
does beg the Suns grace for the ebb of Its light.
I have asked its last light, its very best ray
to shine down on you as it passes your way.

Through dusk until dawn I’ll be your nights Knight,
my torch of endearment will burn evils plight.
My Sleeping Beauty has now awoke
to the morning song of the birds,
a soft chorus is spoke

Your guardian will rest now, tired and worn
I’ll be there forever, to you I am sworn

Written by Poppashroon

Thank you Seamus. One of my friends is pushing me to publish, she thinks my poetry speaks to women. May I ask anybody does it speak to men too?

Hmmm. Minglers where you at? Me, I have nothing to vent about. Life is great.
I could chat though...hit me up

I'm like a rabid wombat who's been presented with a... uh... delicious... thing... to wombats.

Another guy that only wanted to talk about sex. It was another guy that I had to block.

Um, translate to English please?