Learn More

Joanne Kearsey

Rookie - 0 Points (11 of November 1989 / Brighton, England)

Previous Month November 2014 Next Month
Mo Tu We Th Fr Sa Su
27 28 29 30 31 1 2
3 4 5 6 7 8 9
10 11 12 13 14 15 16
17 18 19 20 21 22 23
24 25 26 27 28 29 30
Poem of The Day from a Member
Select a day from the calendar.
Would you like to see the poem of the day in your e-mail box every morning?
Your email address:
  Subscribe FREE
  Unsubscribe

Ash to Ash


The shards of life piece together to make us incomplete,
Without rules we are lost in a maze of despair,
Trapped amongst the branches that hold us up,
But what do we do with all the evil clowns at the town fair.

The glass shatters behind closed doors as the skeletons are released,
Intoxicating the truth with a greater story than the one that has been told,
Correcting the little tests we take as the mistakes are never ignored,
And now these souls are being lost and sold.

Ash to ash, dust to dust, dancing in the shadows that save us,
These shadows call my name to reinvent this scene,
Exploding into orange as the sun will never rise again,
No longer able to pierce the clouds with the rays that used to gleam.

Painting the pictures that people hate but can't stop staring,
After dark we come out and are discreetly up to no good,
But what punishment is deserving of these unnoticeable crimes,
No reasons are given to those found dead in the woods.

Swimming on dark water to hear the call of a mythical beast,
Mistaken identity which caused us to create this shielded screen,
Screaming out in hope that someone might hear us,
But we are left in nature and in it's uncontrollable extremes.

Submitted: Thursday, February 01, 2007
Edited: Friday, January 07, 2011

Do you like this poem?
2 person liked.
1 person did not like.

What do you think this poem is about?



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Ash to Ash by Joanne Kearsey )

Enter the verification code :

  • Freshman - 1,234 Points Kevin Patrick (11/11/2014 4:46:00 PM)

    Extremely well written there were some great lines in hear, a wonderful self portrait of human nature and the faucets of human identity. Pretty good poem of the day (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 3 Points Emily Oldham (10/19/2008 10:54:00 AM)

    another absolutely amazing poem... just wow... keep writing, thanks
    Athena

    *** words will change the world *** (Report) Reply

Read all 4 comments »

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. Immutable entity, gajanan mishra
  2. A Child, Mihaela Pirjol
  3. Undercurrents, Michael Mira
  4. ~True Love ~, Aftab Alam
  5. A Country on Its Knees, mai venn
  6. Uncontrollable Poet, Erato
  7. Clocks, fiona sinclair
  8. Day Tripper, fiona sinclair
  9. Internet Dating, fiona sinclair
  10. Precious life it is!, Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

Poem of the Day

poet Ralph Waldo Emerson

Knows he who tills this lonely field
To reap its scanty corn,
What mystic fruit his acres yield
At midnight and at morn?

In the long sunny afternoon,
...... Read complete »

   

Trending Poems

  1. 04 Tongues Made Of Glass, Shaun Shane
  2. Still I Rise, Maya Angelou
  3. The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost
  4. Daffodils, William Wordsworth
  5. Dreams, Langston Hughes
  6. Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night, Dylan Thomas
  7. If, Rudyard Kipling
  8. Dirge, Ralph Waldo Emerson
  9. No Man Is An Island, John Donne
  10. Follower, Seamus Heaney

Trending Poets

[Hata Bildir]