What poetry would you take to the grave?

[figurehead]

The blood jet is poetry
There's no stopping it.

 

[the_path_of_sorrows]

I have been writing poetry for almost 10 years and I would probably have a hard time deciding. But, just to name an example,


Becoming (2021.XII.5)

Breathe in, breathe out.
I am going to turn around
And face the deepest Waters
Of our Mother Earth.

One step in, I shiver as I see
Achlys softly smiling at me,
I take her hand with no hesitation
As I feel the coldness beneath my feet.

Two steps in, the Waters grabbing me
By the ankles and dragging me below the surface...
'Stay calm,' she croaks, 'don't be scared.'
But are the Children of the Waters so eerie?

Achlys kisses my forehead with the third step,
I can't move my feet, I scream,
But it's all only in my head,
The Waters control my movements already.

With the fourth step, I can smell the Mist
And just above the surface, I can see her face,
She's wailing softly, her dark blue eyes
Are wandering around, unable to see through.

'Such a pretty soul, I am sorry!' Achlys sobs.
It's alright, Fate has her ways, as she said.
'Please turn around, it's not your time,' she pleads,
I can't feel my body, I can't move my feet.

The Waters are drowning me, aren't they?
Don't misunderstand me, it's alright.
Better kiss me and say goodbye...
It's not too late for that.

The fifth step, right into her cold arms,
'If you say so, my dear,' Achlys whimpers.
The Waters just below my neck,
And I am slowly kissing her for the last time.

Will you remember me?
Does it break your heart, to see me like this?
'Don't worry, the Mist has covered my eyes,'
She calms me down as I can feel her tightening grip.

Let go of me, please let me go, it hurts...
The Waters are dragging me below,
Achlys is trying to make me stay above,
So thorn, so tired, is this what Hell feels like?

Then everything disappears, we all are gone.
Oh tell me, they're smiling, don't lie,
As I am trying to take a deeper breath,
But my lungs are full of water, this is my becoming.

 

[figurehead]

I have been writing poetry for almost 10 years and I would probably have a hard time deciding. But, just to name an example,


Becoming (2021.XII.5)

Breathe in, breathe out.
I am going to turn around
And face the deepest Waters
Of our Mother Earth.

One step in, I shiver as I see
Achlys softly smiling at me,
I take her hand with no hesitation
As I feel the coldness beneath my feet.

Two steps in, the Waters grabbing me
By the ankles and dragging me below the surface...
'Stay calm,' she croaks, 'don't be scared.'
But are the Children of the Waters so eerie?

Achlys kisses my forehead with the third step,
I can't move my feet, I scream,
But it's all only in my head,
The Waters control my movements already.

With the fourth step, I can smell the Mist
And just above the surface, I can see her face,
She's wailing softly, her dark blue eyes
Are wandering around, unable to see through.

'Such a pretty soul, I am sorry!' Achlys sobs.
It's alright, Fate has her ways, as she said.
'Please turn around, it's not your time,' she pleads,
I can't feel my body, I can't move my feet.

The Waters are drowning me, aren't they?
Don't misunderstand me, it's alright.
Better kiss me and say goodbye...
It's not too late for that.

The fifth step, right into her cold arms,
'If you say so, my dear,' Achlys whimpers.
The Waters just below my neck,
And I am slowly kissing her for the last time.

Will you remember me?
Does it break your heart, to see me like this?
'Don't worry, the Mist has covered my eyes,'
She calms me down as I can feel her tightening grip.

Let go of me, please let me go, it hurts...
The Waters are dragging me below,
Achlys is trying to make me stay above,
So thorn, so tired, is this what Hell feels like?

Then everything disappears, we all are gone.
Oh tell me, they're smiling, don't lie,
As I am trying to take a deeper breath,
But my lungs are full of water, this is my becoming.

This is excellent, I loved it, made my feet wet and cold. I used to write poetry too, for a long time, but academic work took over and I lost it. One of my greatest hang up has always been having not had something major published, I wanted to get academic stuff publish too, but, aside some articles here and there, it proved to me that I'm a sham.
I've already posted this here, but it's one of my last and a favourite too.

After the tone

The message on the answer machine
Announced my repeated suicides -
A death I'd lusted for so long
It'd mingled with with life.

The smell you felt in my flat,
Crawling down the walls,
Into my clothes and ashtrays
It was death: mapping it territory,

Trading footprints for bloodstains
On the wine red carpet.
And then, you saved me,
You dragged me back to life

Regardless of my struggle to part.
I've never known how you got in that day.
You looked so tall as I lied on the floor,
You looked so beautiful I smiled.

 

[the_path_of_sorrows]

This is so beautiful! You're a great poet, I do hope to read some more of your written stuff in the future. It's incredibly visual and I can truly sense that you're speaking from your whole heart.