Honesty Oimbo Poet Rhyme

Death, Satan's Son

Often when I see people die every hour
I know then am waiting for darkness' power
The end, to eternally end without a trace;
Death a startling occurrence in action so apace 
For when he without appointment appears
He never informs even the father he endears-
Does not even report to his creator Satan;
He is an entity within the soul of a man,
Ingrained deep in the human body
So as without him there would be no life beauty:
A man is born with one soul of lives and deaths,
The pure justification of all low natural breaths
Should have definite limit of existence
So often when I see people stripped of subsistence
I hope I can live a little bit longer-
That every day of life  I will be waiting ever-
To achieve what I desire before my end
Ere my neck is struck by death to bend. 




17/03/09; 'lives and deaths' :I believe every person leads his or her own life and meets his 
or her unique death.

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Mark Anthony Bartolo March 23, 2020 at 4:39 PM Hey m8. Firstly, thanks for commenting on my poem :). Second, I really loved how you gave death a personified image. I also love your powerful rhymes. Plus, I don't think it's a rhyme poem but a couplet. Well done though :)

Mark Anthony Bartolo March 23, 2020 at 4:38 PM Hey m8. Firstly, thanks for commenting on my poem :). Second, I really loved how you gave death a personified image. I also love your powerful rhymes. Plus, I don't think it's a rhyme poem but a couplet. Well done though :)

Mark Anthony Bartolo March 23, 2020 at 4:38 PM Hey m8. Firstly, thanks for commenting on my poem :). Second, I really loved how you gave death a personified image. I also love your powerful rhymes. Plus, I don't think it's a rhyme poem but a couplet. Well done though :)

Kristina Reid-Hansen February 18, 2011 at 2:22 AM Well seems I am not the only Master in Couplet writing=)) Thanks for the compliments..made me blush! But as for you...good write

Marilyn Hernandez November 20, 2010 at 9:54 PM Wow, a very powerful poem. I love the darkness of it. While I don't completely agree that Death is Satan's Son, I do believe that we shape the course of our lives and deaths, though we don't always know how. I love the line "So as without him there would be no life beauty." I can see such the significance in it because without the fear of our own expiration, what would REALLY motivate us to live and love? Lovely contribution. By the way, thank you for your comment on my "Empty Apartment" poem.

Carolyn Devonshire November 19, 2010 at 9:04 PM Yes, Honesty, we pave the way to our own demise, whether it be a peaceful passing or a painful one. This is also true of the way we live our lives -- we have choices to make that determine our fates. Well stated! Love, Carolyn

Linda-Marie Sweetheart November 19, 2010 at 5:47 PM Inclined to agree with your footnote HONESTY... super write .. enjoyed your creative flair tonight..happy weekend with luv..

Jancarl Campi November 19, 2010 at 2:33 PM this poem is very scary. it makes me want to sty in bed and cover my head. Thanks foryour comment on my work. Jancarl C.

Dr.Ram Mehta November 19, 2010 at 1:23 PM What a fine personfication of that dreaded word death, Satan's son, Honesty