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...

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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...

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(For Dad ... I love you and miss you, and time doesn't help)

            ...

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Twenty-twenty on his deathbed lies.
Most saw him with disapproving eyes.
Some prospered as they watched him grow.
But many looked at him
as a son of woe. Though
no...

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Rainfall washing
Light splashes on windowpane…

Leaving nothing behind
No pattern or trace…

If only those tears
Anguishly wept for you…

Upon your deathbed
Had washed away…

Cleansing the pain
That even now abrades...

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Winter feathers the ground with snow,
blanketing everything in white.
An impressionist, like Van Gogh,
Winter feathers the ground with snow.
And sunbeams set it all aglow,
icicles sparkling in...

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you sing ...
from the mocking mask of the
ashen August moon

you laugh ...
from the tummy tickles of
braided pigtails and jelly shoes

you cry ...
from the mud-streaked and...

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I'm a child of God,

An ambassador for Jesus Christ.

To pay for my sins He did die,

And the third day He did rise.

So that's why I...

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I can hear grandma’s voice now, 
“she’s such a beautiful little girl…”

What was it about me that gave him attraction?
Only a sick old man could...

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She came from nowhere, mouse-like quiet
At first we thought it’s just a trick
But soon her powers were dark like night
We saw her strength cut to...

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Even though you've been gone for a year and a half, at times I still feel lost without you.
When I feel this way, it's so...

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A fierce wind howls, and dark clouds race across the horizon,
   and beneath a hood draped over his face, a man whispers;
of a...

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Today is woven with yesterday's thread
spun by restless fingers on life's worn loom
this tapestry will lay on your deathbed
woven from the knowledge learned you'll consume
to...

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all the family
near her deathbed: glazed eyes seek
an aborted child


- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -...

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Tearing my soul asunder, a silent scream
A piteous one as in some dreadful dream,    
In a deep sleep but still very much...

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