Best And Then You Die Poems
Life is hard and then you die
in the meantime you mostly cry
It seems to me that you have been changed
your attitude somewhat rearranged
The place you've been is not so nice
and a terrible place to seek advice
All who go there have had a hard life
full of grief and constant strife
They think they know what to do to survive
but they are not living - they are merely alive
That place is rife with takers trying to live in the strife
neither knowing how to give nor how to live life
You are different from them I know
and you have important places to go
Listen carefully to those who really care
they're the ones that can get you there
How it is now is not how it's supposed to be
you are actually supposed to be free
Free always to be who you are - yourself
and never to be put on a shelf
Only you can find the answers you seek
and it will certainly take more than a week
Hard work is coming of that be certain
I pray you put away your fear and raise that curtain
The curtain you closed to create the blind
to tearfully cower and hide behind.
The time is now for the light to shine on you
and light the way for the life you want for you.
All that’s left now is to do the crying
and please know you’re not really dying.
It is a part of life and it’s truly a life worth living
especially when you start giving
Giving freely with no concern
knowing there'll likely be nothing in return
That is truly a life worth living - a life of love and learning
to put finally to rest that painful burning
So there you have what many believe
a concept I pray you are of a mind to receive
You’ll make the right choices on that you should depend
and know always my love and friendship will never end.
THE RIVER OF NO RETURN
The Rue St. Germain is alone and still
though cool is the night with a summer chill
the fog from the Seine comes right up the hill
and street lamps dance the whole night through.
Their halos aglow in the night time air
gendarmes will provide that the peace stays there
you reach out for love, and she takes the dare
and then she is staying for you.
So why is she here? You question it not.
She has everything, but you have naught.
at Chez Martins where you first met her eyes
she made it plain, her world is bought.
....
There's liars and lovers who'll wink at you
as they, hand in hand, do what lovers do
you walk to the Seine and it's all brand new
because she's standing close to you.
And her eyes her eyes reach out for you
you feel her eyes reach out for you
And then you die
in love you die.
You stroll by the Seine in a magic night
and know in your heart it's a love not right
from off of the Seine is a burst of light
that's given from a summer moon
a concertina plays it's echoeing
with all of the still that a love can bring
and little you care of a morning sting
that she will leave you much too soon.
You've seen on the silver screen before
her eyes but tonight they show you more
of little girls lost, and here looking for
what's never beneath the moon.
And her eyes her eyes reach out for you
you feel her eyes reach out for you
and you promise her, one night will do
and never to tell how it's been for you.
and then you die.
In love you die.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
my soul is the shape of a bloodstain
poured there by Nadine Maraschino
my right eye sits
in the ruby voodoo goblet
that she wears upon her head
Nadine was a 3-toed egg laying harpy
from the cauldron of shame
but she used her brain cleverly
with candor and anti-obfuscatory ardor
it was the mystic East
humping the mystic West
so said the gaming industry statistics
don’t believe me then
talk to my lawyers then
Circumstance & Circumstance
writs tarts and exonerations
they’ll tell you of the settlement
coded instruction to the next generation
Nadine's heart was as big as a catcher's mitt
her white garments billowed
like clouds passing before the moon
we met in an emergency room
after I pulled my best pickup line
hi I'm a friend to the entire human race
and she countered with
want auntie Nadine to show you
how to be a big boy
a buzzard shadow passed over her face
she pulled me close and hissed
if no one wants to look foolish
why so many truth murdering fools
I weakly countered with
if thoughts are differentiated
one from the other then so are you
Nadine’s lizard tongue gave him
the secret to the garden
descending down his throat
like a black lung miner
how can you tell if it's morning noon or night
hint you'll need a sense of sequence
hers was a dangerous mission
for both covert and overt ends
the life's a ***** and then you die cynics
took us for a pack of numbskulls
well we were arrayed in a tatty splendor
consisting of zero camouflage
but there was no substitute for living deep
even in Happy Valley
the slightly assisted living community
well hell we're all assisted
aren't we supposed to get smarter
as time scurries us along
and last I'd like to thank
my non-existent financial backers
for timely script development
From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
Artist Portfolio: http://walteralter.byethost32.com/
Sometimes I think that life's a bummer and then you die.............
Then other times I think was that me or some other guy..........
Because in reality life isn't all that bad............
And i'm thinking if I really do think that way it would be pretty sad......
And every time I get to feeling down and out I just think about all my great
family and friends...............................................................
And for some reason or other the bummer abruptly ends..............
I think it is a complete waste of time to stress over things about which you
have no control............................................................................
All though it seems when it comes to bummers some people really know
how to dole.....................................
So enjoy every day and be sure to take it one day at a time...........
So this is the way I see things, and my outlook on life so I just thought
I would put it all down in a little rhyme........................................js
Mario is just a game
that has caused me a lot of pain
get so close and then you die
wish that italian could fricken fly
bowser is fricken rude
no one can even stand that dude
he eats so much he has a 7 foot back
i wish he would have a heart attack
so mario ain't no freakin fun
so once i beat it i'm done.
Why are you always in such a hurry?
Here you dart, there you scurry
as if someone is chasing you,
a ghost behind in hot pursuit.
This life is meant for gentle going
tasting each moment while knowing
that when all you do is rush on by
life soon is past and then, you die.
But when you travel very slow
and take your time to go
and really smell every rose,
my how life just grows
and seems much longer.
Well, you even feel stronger
than moving at that fast pace.
After all, no one is going to win this race.
Promises brake like shattering glass
The night cries out for the light
Stars replaced with water droplets
Friends you thought you had were never their
Just reflections in the merrier
Can't catch smoke with finger grabs
And when is all said and done
You remember the real reason you when numb
You cried so hard you almost puked
How could the strongest love you knew
Turn so violently agents you
And when you look around for comfort
All you find is a empty bead and cold blanket
You tried so hard to lessen when others have problems
Yet when it comes time for you to unload
Everyone seems to vanish, alien abductions
Is this why scorpions huddle together when its cold
They know they can only find comfort with in them selves, crazy psycho killers
And it seems that no matter where you go
You meet dead ends and every rode
You get so tiered of being lost you don’t care who finds you
Not even a cannibal, hush now lambs
And you get so angry you hold the world hostage, bank robbers
And you have a grudge with everyone for no apparent reason, Oscar
Maybe its because you know happy endings don’t exist
Life sucks
And then you die
Only to be unsatisfied
Can you see the people moving?
Do you see them fighting?
Not with their arms and fists, stupid,
Rather with their minds and thoughts.
“Life is short and then you die”,
Thumps through a pair of headphones.
The owner isn’t smiling, rather scowling, or impasse.
I stay seated on my park bench,
And ignore the hobo, snoring his life to me.
Beside me on the park bench.
The hobo snores contently,
Onto the unassuming walkers,
A dreamy smile pasted on his lips.
So what if his content isn’t rational?
So what if he is happier with less?
Does that mean a thing?
Isn’t your life a mess?
The dog beside him licks his dirty nose,
And he wakes, serenely smiling.
He pats the dog, and plays with its ears,
And grabs for happiness, under the bench.
Its not long before he is snoring again,
His dogs’ head on his waste, glances at me,
And licks its joules.
The hobo is still snoring,
But I am walking into the distance,
With his dog and his drink!
Time goes by in the blink of an eye.
First you're born and then you die.
What happens in the in between
is the real scene.
How we think and how we feel
is framed by what we think is real.
We may be wrong.
We may be right.
It all depends on our foresight.
If we believe a thing is true
it will affect what we say and do.
An informed mind,
A heart that's kind,
Guarded emotions,
and daily devotions
help to make a life that's full.
Just take control.
Remember when the bells toll
and the only destiny left is the grave,
the only questions that count are:
Were you brave?
Did you love?
Do you believe in God above?
Did you give or did you take?
Because then it will be...too late.
By: Carole O'Terry Duet
Copyright: Feb. 2016
"All Rights Reserved"
I hate the situation I'm living I don't like it at all. I learned from my mistakes I got scars from all my falls. I learned how to take a lost and cover up all my flaws. I have felt so uncomfortable because of the situations I put myself. Do I regret it not at all? What’s the meaning of life if u don't get up when u fall. Life learned lesson you rise and you fall. Lonely as lonely can get I cry out but no time for tears to fall strong woman when I sleep strong when I wake up to fight this sin I've been put in. I didn’t happen to life, life happened to me so I will past the test the very best of my ability. Grandma and mama told me it would be days like this. Whispers I hear they all fade away. Why hold out until tomorrow let your soul shine in the day. There is no place like home I sit and say as I close my eyes tight wishing I could be Cinderella just for a day. Nowhere to lay my head nowhere to go, so no sleep like a thief in the night I'm trying to stay out these niggaz way. Trying to make poetry happen each and every day if you’re not with me your surly not with me u against me. Life is a ***** and then you die; so you know it’s authentic. All good things come to an end that's why we cry at funerals. I love you. If we always had sunshine there would be no happy rain or love making to look forward to. I promise with my brains I'll make our world a paradise with only you and me. With dedication you may do anything. Haters will always hate and fakers will always behave fake. So come up with a plan of attack and remember to stay on track...
I go to the wall and I see your name
As I crouch in the corner I know there is no one to blame,
This is life you are born and then you die
As I stare at your picture it makes me cry,
There is nothing in this world that will ever fill
The void in my life as you stay so still,
I knock on the wall knowing you are there
Wanting you to knock back and say I care,
I crouch in the corner and pretend it is all just a dream
My mind knows it is real but, my heart wants to scream,
I sense you there in the beautiful gray bed
Knowing one day you and mother will be head to head.
Written By: Unique Poetry 2012
It’s a cold, cruel world out there
I’ve heard such words, meant to scare
Yet when inside my home, in here
with family dear there is no fear
Life is tough, and then you die
I’ve often heard this plaintive cry
Yet on the Sabbath Day I find
blessed rest from weekday’s grind
gw couplet June 16, 2022
An individual's death is as unique as the life which preceded it,
but the way the body shuts down is always the same process.
When your brain has determined that there is something fatally wrong,
your brain then shuts down all but your body's most important life giving functions
and focuses on repairing the damage proving life threatening.
Once your brain has determined that there isn't anything more that it can do
to save the life which is very rapidly going to be through,
your brain then performs its final and most important of life giving functions.
It kicks into overdrive manufacturing and re manufacturing
excess quantities of dopamine.
Within seconds dopamine is completely, totally flooding your system.
Any sensation of pain, fear or any other negative emotion
are all completely and totally alien.
You have reached the highest state of euphoria that you have ever experienced.
You have attained your after life. You have entered your heaven,
and then you die, bringing to an end your life's total existence.
What follows is a place of complete nothingness.
This is the place where Nothing truly exists.
No time, no matter, no consciousness,
except that perhaps your final moment of eternal bliss
is now the only entity in existence in this abyss of nothingness,
and nothing is forever,
and so forever in your heaven forever will be this.
The graveyard opens the door's to the walkway,
But only to me,
Take slow breathes and count to three,
Now i open my eyes ,
I see what cannot be lies.
Upon the grave is my name,
As if i opened the door and death came.
I lay in the grave motionless as ever,
My mind is quiet clever,
This has to be a dream,
It must not be,
Laying in the coffin cannot be me!!!
My screams to anyone cannot be herd,
Not even the tiniest word,
From my mouth come's out a small choked up cry,
Life passes fast and then you die.
This is a dream,
I scream!!!
It is not what it seems,
The dream thrashes,
For it has turned to ashes.
I wake up,
Scared as ever
My mind can be quiet so clever,
I see i am still in the coffin,
I yell for help!
But all i can hear is a helpless yelp.
Summoned by the sunlights song
Silenced at an early age
Dishevelled and displaced in teenage days
Driting in and out of adulthood
Living life within my shell
And cursing those who dare to dwell
Being taught by lifes endless punch
And never let rules rule my way
The end is closer than the breath
You choose to make the wrong mistakes
Dont worry for there is no time
ssdd latbatyd
same **** different day Lifes a ***** and then you die