Grook Death Poems | Grook Poems About Death

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You can't take it with you when you go - GROOK

Life can be a war
a battle between vanity and modesty.
A life of commercialism and materialism
or a conscious heart of purity.
The choice is yours.
When it is time to leave,
you're not taking anything with you.

12 February 2016

My first attempt at grook poetry.  This is an example for the grook contest.

A grook ("gruk" in Danish) is a form of short aphoristic poem. It was initially presented by the Danish poet and scientist Piet Hein, who wrote over 7000 of them, mostly in Danishor English.

Piet Hein's gruks first started to appear in the daily newspaper "Politiken" shortly after the Nazi Occupation in April 1940 under the signature Kumbel Kumbell. The poems were meant as a spirit-building, yet slightly coded form of passive resistance. The grooks are characterized by irony, paradox, brevity, precise use of language, sophisticated rhythms and rhymes, and an often satiric nature.

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Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2016

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Painted Signs

They shoot at us with rubber bullets
cause they don't like the words painted on our signs,
"Stop Detonating Love Bombs
In the Middle East!".
But I suppose that will be all that's left
when everyone dies for this
enigmatic War for Peace.

Copyright © Timothy Hicks | Year Posted 2013

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Grook - Comfort to Death

Complacency, leisure and ease,
Sloth is a creeping disease.
To take your first breath,
Put comfort to death,
Only then, the day you may seize!

Copyright © Luke Irwin | Year Posted 2016

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A Knight's Parody

A magic knight coursing on in brilliance

On lean hack in clanging, cleaving aegis,

Crunching incantation-dark, blunt, and grunt.

So light illumines his cold, whiskered phiz

And it predates the warrior in night hunt.

Chase is stashed by shade then stir lulls to prance

When periphery is gorged by a mist.

Pitches of bolts burst ahead ere he cries.

His corpus recoils from cuffs in the breasts;

Wide-flat nose lights down to the ground; he dies.

Copyright © eufemio basada | Year Posted 2007

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The notion of life after death is ludricous...
they are dead,
and can't communicate;
whoever believes they can is superstitious.

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2010

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No Place For a Hero

Punctured and bruised
soiled and used
a soldier laying dead
Fallen and scorned
with no medals adorned
decorated with wounds instead

A flag left burning
apathetic heads turning
no eye wishes to see
an unmarked grave
with no country to save
this is what happened to me

Copyright © John Allen | Year Posted 2007

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Grook Poetry Pulse

Moon wax drips words as light inspires
Shall we seal the wax with our soul before we expire?
We are all half-human, half-death
Shall we generate a genesis of a poetry pulse empire? 

February 12th 2016

Copyright © Chantelle Anne Cooke | Year Posted 2016

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Post scriptum                                                                                                                                                             Written upon a lawyer's grave                                                                                                                                                      Oh! Now they tell me I must pay

Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2016

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Nothing came out of the tree                                                                                                                                                 but a liar, death and disease

Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2017