Baby Baby – Death Poem

Baby Baby you said you would stay forever
But baby now you are gone and everything is hollow
Baby Baby you said you would love me until your last breath
But baby now i am on my last legs breathing my last breath

Baby Baby the house is empty and my soul emptier still
No thoughts,No emotions nothing but the still of my shadow
All i do is go from room to room in search and in vain
I stand before the mirror to see you in me
for all i was and am is you and because of you

Baby Baby the bedroom is now a shrine
Candle light,highlight your eyes and smile
But every step without you is a mile
And dying to be with you seems better than living without you

But Baby i am hanging on and going on
For you,ours and she is still a baby
She smiles like you,has eyes like yours
And her tender grasp reminds me of your touch

So Baby i will go on for our Baby
For it is your breath in her and your shadow in her
And sadly my shadow and reflection in her

So Baby watch over us for we need you more than ever
I stand by the window in the pink and oranges of the dawn
And every ray of light reaching me touching me is you
My Baby,My angel and so here i am waiting
Waiting,waiting and the waiting goes on

(© s.satish kumar)

Mirrors & Windows – Sympathy Poem

Look at yourself in a mirror!
The reflection that looks back
to greet you, is the same face
you show the world. This is
the one face that knows you best
understands what you seek.
An indifferent world, may yet
seek to understand you, to
stand by your side, to hear
what your face advocates.

Now, look out the window!
Gaze upon a world of faces
as if an eagle’s perspective
allows you to see all, and
your heart’s attention
allows you to witness
each pair of urgent eyes.
Seek to understand, what
each face shows the world
to advocate for those faces.

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Author Notes
PROMPT- I want your thoughts on Sympathy Empathy and Pity. it can include all 3 just one. It can be random thoughts on the subject, experiences, I don’t care, I just want there to be creativity and emotion.

Inspired by one of my favorite quotes:
If I am not for myself, then who will be for me?
If I am only for myself, then who am I?
And, if not now, when?

Hillel the Elder (1st century biblical scholar and sage)

Madness – Death Poem

Late nights I sit, chair by the fire, with burning desire.
Drunk on the darkness
Tipsy on twilight.
I am alive, oh so alive
and I am dead, dead as the stone walls enclosing me,
holding me, the bright embers scolding me.

Not a sound punctures the silence, no sight interrupts blindness.

I’m alive, I am dead, I’m alive, I am dead
I am, I am, I am

A sound descends
Just one notes, hanging in the air
Teasing, pleasing, easing.

NO!

Maddening, maddening!

And then another, below it
and then another, above it

Soon a symphony is playing

And it’s madness, madness
Chaos, Anarchy, Blasphemy, Suffering!

Head is spinning, ears on fire, mind BURNING
Oh God!

Then one note, singing, singing, singing

Soothing, Gentle, Beautiful.

It fades, It’s gone

I’m alone.

I am dead, I’m alive, I am dead, I’m alive

I am dead, dead as the stone walls that enclose me
The embers that no longer scold me.

Smoke is all that is left, gone with the first subtle breeze
departing, fleeting, flying.

Gone, Gone, Gone

(Pomen Written/Submitted by Aaron Raphael)