A collection of AlmostDeadPoems
You must be hurting for your love turn to hate Of the depth of your loathing there can be no debate What was it that made you hurt this bad? Why is it that you feel so sad? You must be hurting to go so far out of your way Upon those that were in … Read more
Hello, my name is Keith and I am an older person who discovered poetry at the ripe old age of… well just a little over fifty-ish. I am starting this blog so anyone who is also an almost dead poet can contribute and share their poems with us. Currently we have this site kind of … Read more
Old Crow Once beauty faded, Fine feathers molting, Parched skin ragged and jaded, Is it a beak or is it a claw? Old Crow Sits alone in her cage, Reaches down casts a withered claw, Tries to hold back rage, At the mirror displaying beauty no more. Old Crow Who pretends to befriend, Swings the … Read more
I may not be so good at poetry but as the administrator I have taken licence to add some of my favorite music pieces from time to time. So here we go. I suggest you use a nice set of headphones, view in high definition. This is nice and mellow. I hope you appreciate my … Read more
I grab Suzie’s hands throw my leg around her waist ready to dance through the Waipoa Forest I swing my hips and she follows my moves swerving around the corners softening the sound of music I turn my hand and sweep it up again screaming down the straights the crowd is cheering nikau palms waving, … Read more
There was a duck in Boolabun who bought himself a brand new gun he wanted to repay for the massacre last May and he shot all the hunters for fun. (c) Mary Heerikhuisen-Beekman
I see a wrapper in the rubbish my mind starts playing with it like the wind I tumble and turn it inspect and dissect it Together with other litter my mind keeps milling over endless combinations until I see a new creation Then noises clatter like fireworks in my head I see the details my … Read more
Church and culture brainwashed me Gave me lots of misery Had to search for genuine me Finally found her happily Forgiving is the key (c) Mary Heerikhuisen-Beekman May 2018
When I turn that last bend, you will be sprawled at my feet A rugged path to see you, many times I did beat You are that perfect picture postcard imprinted on my mind An ever-changing landscape, a still portrait frozen in time You are that place to which I have always gone That lonely … Read more
‘What is truth?’ the great man said As he washed off his hands the blood of the dead “He has done no wrong, I fail to see What you are asking. What do you want from me?” He was speaking to the leaders of the day Trying to reason with the teachers of the way … Read more