Poetry Visualized

There Is No Death

There is a plan far greater than the plan you know;
There is a landscape broader than the one you see.
There is a haven where storm-tossed souls may go--
You call it death--we, immortality.

You call it death -- this seeming endless sleep;
We call it birth -- the soul at last set free.
'Tis hampered not by time or space -- you weep.
Why weep at death -- 'tis immortality.

Farewell, dear voyageur -- 'twill not be long.
Your work is done -- now may peace rest with thee.
Your kindly thoughts and deeds -- they will live on.
This is not death -- 'tis immortality.

Farewell, dear voyageur -- the river winds and turns;
The cadence of your song wafts near to me,
And now you know the thing that all men learn:
There is no death -- there's immortality.

ETERNAL REST

A TRIBUTE TO THE INNOCENT MEN AND WOMEN BRUTALLY KILLED DURING THE HOLOCAUST!! BASED UPON SEVERAL, EYE WITNESS REPORTS DOCUMENTARIES AND TALES FROM THE TIME!! I DO NOT MEAN TO UPSET! I AM JUST DISGUSTED BY THE TIMES!!

Little girls last moments - Child Abduction story

I'm five years old
I love the playground
My friends are with me today
We race to the slide
It’s my turn first
I fall on my behind
but we all laugh
So does the strange man
He’s very nice
He helps me up
He knows my name
"Are you OK?" he asks
"Yeah I'm ok" giggling a bit
He says "I know you are having fun but
your Mom asked me to come pick you up"
He so nice
"OK" and I wave bye bye to my friends
He opened the door to his car
Its pretty
He has lots of candy
He plays my favorite music too
My Mom listens to it all the time
We are in the car for a long time
but I don't care
He’s really nice to me
"Are we going to my house?" I ask
He says "No no your Mom is at my house."
Finally the car stops.
I don't see a house. I never saw this place.
The nice man gets out of the car.
He comes to my side and opens the door
"Get out!"
Gee, he seems mad.
I'm scared now
"I want my Mommy!"
He hits me
I start to cry
He pushes me down and rips my dress
I'm confused
"Mommy! Mommy! Where is she?" I yell
He hits me again
I feel kind of dizzy
He’s hurting my body
I’m really scared now
My body hurts really bad
His hands are on my neck
I can’t breathe
I can’t see very well
Everything is turning black.......
White smoke around me
A man wearing a white robe
surrounded by light comes to me
His arms are open
"Come to me my child, no one will hurt you ever again
I love you"

By Anne Marie Plaggenborg 2009

titanic, visual poem

titanic, visual poem
by peter

The Sad Girl

A dark poem about a suicidal girl

Go Down, Death - A James Weldon Johnson poem

A difficult poem to recite, without breaking down in tears. I dare you. Go Down, Death Weep not, weep not, She is not dead; She's resting in the bosom of Jesus. Heart-broken husband--weep no more; Grief-stricken son--weep no more; Left-lonesome daughter --weep no more; She only just gone home. Day before yesterday morning, God was looking down from his great, high heaven, Looking down on all his children, And his eye fell of Sister Caroline, Tossing on her bed of pain. And God's big heart was touched with pity, With the everlasting pity. And God sat back on his throne, And he commanded that tall, bright angel standing at his right hand: Call me Death! And that tall, bright angel cried in a voice That broke like a clap of thunder: Call Death!--Call Death! And the echo sounded down the streets of heaven Till it reached away back to that shadowy place, Where Death waits with his pale, white horses. And Death heard the summons, And he leaped on his fastest horse, Pale as a sheet in the moonlight. Up the golden street Death galloped, And the hooves of his horses struck fire from the gold, But they didn't make no sound. Up Death rode to the Great White Throne, And waited for God's command. And God said: Go down, Death, go down, Go down to Savannah, Georgia, Down in Yamacraw, And find Sister Caroline. She's borne the burden and heat of the day, She's labored long in my vineyard, And she's tired-- She's weary-- Do down, Death, and bring her to me. And Death didn't say a word, But he loosed the reins on his pale, white horse, And he clamped the spurs to his bloodless sides, And out and down he rode, Through heaven's pearly gates, Past suns and moons and stars; on Death rode, Leaving the lightning's flash behind; Straight down he came. While we were watching round her bed, She turned her eyes and looked away, She saw what we couldn't see; She saw Old Death.She saw Old Death Coming like a falling star. But Death didn't frighten Sister Caroline; He looked to her like a welcome friend. And she whispered to us: I'm going home, And she smiled and closed her eyes. And Death took her up like a baby, And she lay in his icy arms, But she didn't feel no chill. And death began to ride again-- Up beyond the evening star, Into the glittering light of glory, On to the Great White Throne. And there he laid Sister Caroline On the loving breast of Jesus. And Jesus took his own hand and wiped away her tears, And he smoothed the furrows from her face, And the angels sang a little song, And Jesus rocked her in his arms, And kept a-saying: Take your rest, Take your rest. Weep not--weep not, She is not dead; She's resting in the bosom of Jesus. James Weldon Johnson

The Mayo Clinic

Childhood trauma

An Uncommon Ghost

An Uncommon Ghost – George Aguilar - ANIMATION - 3:30 One of Shakespeare's best-known characters (Yorik) takes the form of a surfing skeleton to visit Hamlet's tomb nestled in a far-flung galaxy. 1999

eZS sequenza 1

Elektra’s pain and anger for Agamemnon’s death, suggested by Sylvia Plath’s verses. The \"sequenza 1\" is a non-narrative fragment, taken from medium-length film \"elektraZenSuite\".

I was looking for the emotions of a poem evoked by a Greek tragedy, putting a human figure in the middle of a bare natural landscape.

The sound effects interact with the voice as the colour effects with the framing.

SEVEN CANDLES

a video poem