Be The Death Of Me Poems - Poems about Be The Death Of Me

Low below the foaming seam, Slowly grows a bright red gleam, Only known in my own dreams, Lonely drone of evil schemes. It swims fast, it wont last, But right now it's forever, It kills me, it always sees, Let me go?...Read the rest...

Death kissed me on the cheek and said I could remain I still had time to keep but she’d be back again For death she is a woman A fickle fearsome foe There amidst the shadows Impossible to know I said “You’re not...Read the rest...

Welcome to the house of nightmares and fears All of it lives above my ears My thoughts run here and my thoughts run there None of it will ever, ever be fair I always imagine the worst will happen Like...Read the rest...

to gaze the beauty of heart within to dwell in the aura of dawning hue with respecting the vow of love,apart to have a pretty friend like you to dye the wilted flower within neither too flowery ,nor too new to...Read the rest...

in the event in the event that i dont wake up tomorrow please hold your tears and your sorrow for i am finally free no more pain inside of me no more unexplained symptoms or signs or wavering and trying...Read the rest...

War is hard at first Complicated at middle Destructive at end....Read the rest...

Hoy es tu dia, Pero no estas. Hoy me pierdo en el recuerdo. Hoy me encuentro en tus memorias. El dolor me mata. El dolor me ciega. El dolor me impide pensar. Hoy fui derrotada! Hoy lloré! Hoy sentí la...Read the rest...

I dreamt of you again last night. You spoke a foreign language, and you did not know your name. But I knew it was you because your beauty is unmistakable. You spoke with someone else's voice, and you...Read the rest...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Do not mourn me, I am stardust. I am the universe, the universe is me. I am the sand between your toes, the sun on...Read the rest...

Gleaming in thy heart O my love, is it pure? Can a glory ever last? Vile me death, thou heaven be Do love lasts forever Do my blood thine flesh?...Read the rest...

Me very late mum, a funereal day... courtesy latitudinarian, nonestablishmentarian, sexagenarian, and Unitarian son and modest mastermind maven maverick. Another anniversary of her death occurs upon advent of May fourth two thousand and five, not quite seventy years since her...Read the rest...

Lonely lies to myself A string of hope Clung to, hung to Like the rope I'll use When the time it comes A soaring, sweet release But for now, My only release Is this pen....Read the rest...

Her spring returns to me, in death, I shed a tear, alone, for the weeping blossoms, in the knowledge a moon will rise again, before the rhythm of her breath, turns out to be my own. ...Read the rest...

Easily known is the cause of death But the true reason for living Remains for most of us hidden Blown by the wind of our last breath...Read the rest...

Elderness (Mainly.) Make Time Fly! Or... Don't have too much fun. So? ...or Too? Too/So? Don't have SO much FUN?! What a WASTE Of TIME. Thanks. -Gray Squirrel 05-03-2024...Read the rest...