Best Death Life Poems

We all arrive alone naked and vulnerable,
crying our eyes out, not knowing -
this is the first day of the rest of our life.
I guess the saddest thing in life is we have to grow up.

As children we live in a bubble,
gazing at lost stars -...

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One windy night upon my breast
I felt the kiss of winter’s breath
A breath that blew me into flight 
Upon my breast one windy night

A leaf once green now bathed in red
With coat of spring and summer shed
True color bursting at the seams
Now bathed in red...

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Ink of life cannot bleed for eternity,
so I place dried petals in between,
crucial chapters of my memoirs.

When we stop breathing poetry,
our crestfallen pen, left in silence -
where do we poets go?

Is there a special place,
where the ink flows forever,
like waterfalls of mercy -
where thirst quenches...

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How beautiful is what I see today
          peeking from the green
                and almost unseen,
    blossoming for me –...

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A man’s tale 

With mind control there he was,
A man for sale…
Hearing the vocal sound from this wordsmith, 
A man in his own tale…
Currently, he was sitting and calling upon the earth.
Prior rumors about his love for the Queen.
Yet to come would be a bard,...

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Painting sky before I was born,
Draping my grave in leaf and acorn.

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Sponsor: Rick Parise
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Day, my lifelong friend
Thousands of times have we said good morning to each other and
As many times have, we said goodnight,
You have awakened me up with the caresses of the sun’s rays and put me 
To sleep with the lullabies of sunset’s myriad hues.
Many a...

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Hey are you still breathing?
Are you still believing,
or is your heart seething?
Does life still have meaning?
How's the word weaving,
is the ink still bleeding?
Tell me, does your poetry still flow?
How do your flowers grow?
Seeds you used to sow,
do their colours still glow,
or did they die in...

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midst the bosom of a once bountiful farm
lies the graveyard of my ancestors~
the gush of tears that flowed here- only the wind knows;
the willows by the brooks~ are barely there,
and those who survived have so many stories to tell.


still flowing- the Vito river
despite so many...

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I will die eagerly, 
ready to go, 
surrounded by neons
faeries, elves, imps

I will die happily, 
in my own way
lying next to my garden
surrounded by orbs

I will die gracefully,
gladly and fully ready
adoring the heavenly
ancestors who come fetch me.

I will die with a smile 
remembering my phenomenal...

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In the twilight hours 
Out here on this ledge
I am filled
With the essence of Rose
As a gentle breath stirs
Her fallen petals
Strewn over
That long and winding road

Here on the brink
Where so many have come
Before me 
And simply let go
I find myself wondering 
Why I am here
Yet!...

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A raven sits alone, perched upon a tombstone,
humming an eerie tone, which is sombrely known.
This deadly treachery is disturbing my reverie.
A shadowy energy, ready for tragedy!
My soul tries to ignore this Grim Reaper at my door.
I've seen him before, now he's back like an eager...

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Pushed there for a thousand years
and will be for a thousand more,
pushed there by the gentle winds
the silver waves upon the shore.

Ancient trees who watched here daily
are now dark silhouettes 'round the rim,
as dusk settles in over the still lake
and a dragonfly takes a final...

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As my spirit look down on the flesh,
Will it be angry or happy at death,
Will the life that I have lived be an inspiration,
Or will the whispers be negative conversations,
Will the church be full or will it be empty,
Will the tributes be 2,or will it...

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BUTTERFLIES

Clouds passing by swiftly.
Like the desert sands,
tiny grains rest in my hand.
Here I lay peaceful on the ground.
My life finally reached its final strand.
Breathing faintly with no sound.
My life slowly slips back into Gods hands.
Counting each beat from my heart.
Leaving behind this shallow land.
Taking a...

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