Poetry Contest

The cover photo on this page is a photo of a grim reaper from the defunct show, “Dead Like Me”. (Photo prompt by Marcella Leff, administrator)

The grim reaper is a personification of bringing death. What is death? Every country, culture, and in history explain it differently. You may write a poem in any style or form ONLY about death- what is it to you? Post the poem only. Explanation about your poem is permissible.

No other photos. Poems with photos will be deleted. You may post as many poems as you want but comments are counted per poem only.

Winner will be judged by the most original comments. One person can make many comments but only counts as one comment for winning at the end of the time limit. Your own comments do not count because you cannot judge your own poem.

Contest will be from March 24 until March 31, 9:30 pm. All members are invited to enter this contest. You can add your friends to join. Challenge them.

Administrators may post examples of poems but are not eligible to win. Administrators can like your poems but their comments do not count.

A new prompt will be posted every week. We are starting a death and dying series for National Poetry Month for April. Other weeks will feature grieving and the afterlife.

grim reaper
Death, a very scary word
Like the crow, a big black bird
A word that brings
Me to hide all things
I will never die, do you hear?
Death will never come knocking here
Then everything  one day had changed
I sat with my doctor in full range
While I listened, I heard him say
Terminal, oh, no freaking way!
No way back, no way out
My biggest fear now I got
Facing me I hear the words they say
Pray, pray it will go a way
Take it easy, no exercise, that’s the key
Don’t matter what they say death’s looking for me
Waking up each and every day
Not feeling good can’t wish it away
Eating has lost its flavor for me
Weight falling off for all to see
Laying here on my death-bed now
Ready to go crazy and have a cow
I  open the drawer and look within
I see the Bible that tells my sin
I wipe off the dust, I open a page
I learn I need to open my cage
I read and I read til my eyes can’t see
I wish I could stand then fall to my knees
I have no other choice but this I say
I open my lips and begin to pray
Please God don’t make me go through this alone
Promise me you’ll  be with me through covered stone
I saw the light and the angels too
The room turned soft and a milky blue
My trip from this life to heaven has now begun
And I find out I don’t really want to run
There is family and friends that I now I see
They are so friendly and waving at only me
To greet me and hug me; whisper words of love
All this has been waiting from those above
They hold my hand they touch my face
For now I’ve joined the angels race
I guess all those years I carried my fears
I worried for nothing, I shed those tears
For once again I’m with family and more
Now that I passed those golden doors.
Written by,
Terry Shepherd