Best Deathbed Poems

Lying in bed..
In my deathbed
Don't have much time..
I am filled..
with nostalgia..
Memories of which I will always cherish..
Within my deepest thoughts
I imagine I am a child again
the child inside me..
Such joyful memories ..
Memories of running so freely in the grass..
Holding hands with my playmates..
Sharing secrets
Laughter..
The innocence...

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This past week I lost two good friends. The one friend I lost to cancer. The poor guy
suffered horribly. All through his ordeal his wife was by his bedside. I began to reflect
on this and I tried to put myself in his place. What would...

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And even after all that time had passed;
            my moon had set above another sun,
it seems my heart was still at odds with past;
          ...

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I lay in this bed, puttering close to death
Wonder when I shall draw my last breath
A long and great life it certainly has been
I have no hair, move in wheelchair, yet I grin

Grinning at memories and days full of glee
Soaring past on my mount- whizzing...

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(A LIFE TIME IN A DAY)
                      I
So! This is what it’s all about,
to think that the next time I
close my eyes, will be the...

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Her diminished and shading features 
As if shrouded within a cocoon or now masked
Graduations of colour that death was successively imposing on her motionless features
Dimming her bouquet of red flowers that seem to float away from her...

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A deathbed needs no blankets
no warmth, or soft or kin
for he'll never come back out again, once that he's tucked in

A deathbed has no kindness,
no glows or sweet perfume
for Death steals all of this away and in it's place leaves bitter gloom

A deathbed keeps no...

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I'm awake, Yes! I see the Sun!
I hear mom, calling me breakfast is ready.
I step out, common'neighbors let's have fun
Roll our sleeves,delve into the world's beauty.


Hi there Scavenger sir,you need my help?
Smile,efface that face of languor and woe
Teacher,our shepherd,our lore thanks to you,
perhaps,you'll pour my...

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Sanctify the begriming blood that churns within my decomposing channels.
Douse my life in the distilled downpour of the holy.
Spike my transgressions to the cross. 
Let them hemorrhage in crucifixion. 
I can no longer carry the burden of iniquity.
Let my soul spread wings and soar away...

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A bed half eaten by termites

She lay on, like her ancestors

Before her, ripe of age

A leaf that had been dried

Between pages yellowed with age

Threatening to fall apart

At the slightest feel.

Her eyes no longer

Windows to her soul

The black holes they were

From which nothing escaped.

She breathed day...

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Life on a death bed

Bending boughs of flaxen curls 
Loose tendrils frame and swirl
In the wind and rain
Liquid snakes stain
Your cheeks
Black streaks
A masterpiece in mixed media of life and death
White moonlight lights the ball of your face
Your face a sculpture in pain

A study of Nocturne...

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A death just imposed by the invisible cullers
myself catching tracing graduations the colours

the artist in me myself instinctively tracing 
work a share miseries to inspiration making

graduations of deaths colours on her lovely face
lost my anchor heart lost no longer in her embrace

a rationale left with...

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Binding red ribbons
around silken syllables

Combing wisdom
from my eyelids

Stroking ashes
from my hair

psalms of our palms
sleeping in each pore

Meet me in death

Do not look
at my hands

Do not kiss
these opaque lips

They are
too old
to forgive

too young
to forget...

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Her diminished and shading features
As if shrouded within a cocoon or now masked
Graduations of colour that death was successively imposing on her motionless features
Dimming her bouquet of red flowers that seem to float away from her...

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We'll dread
If we're on our deathbed
We'll cry
For we're going to die
That sin
It's a turmoil within
So pale
To feel so very frail
In hours
I'll give you a flower
Suppose
I'll give you a red rose
Last breath
So taste the kiss of death

Track: The Lost Boys - Cry Little Sister
Track: Slipknot -...

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