Best Deathmay Poems
I remember you fading in a playground frenzy,
Like the love and hate
Scribbled in the washroom stalls.
You wore a purple velvet hat
In September's warm glow,
And the same jacket as me;
Black with coloured flowers,
A zipper that always seemed to stick.
Young eyes squinting in the orange light of the sun;
You became one with the fresh air
While we only breathed it.
Your smile was wise and knowing.
You began to dance with one foot in heaven.
I remember a train of us running,
Our wild laughter the whistle.
I reached for your doll-like hand,
But this world had tired you too much to keep up.
Your mother's door remained boarded up
The day you were gone.
In my innocence I could not fathom
The empty running shoes in the hall,
The scent of the crayons
Once warmed by your hands.
But the longer I've roamed this place of uncertainty,
The better the pieces fit.
You may have been the catalyst
For my fear of death,
But you may too be
A disarming sting
In my empathetic heart.
keep your eye on the sky boy
keep your eye on the sky
and your guns all trained on the day-
for the bastard at last is a thing of the past
and there may be hell to pay boy,
there may be hell to pay
now stay on your toes boy
stay up on your toes
and weep ye no tears for him-
tho'the devil now sleeps with the fishes down deep-
and his virgins don't know how to swim boy,
aye,they never learned how to swim
so have no regrets boy,-
have no regrets
for taking the life of a toad-
as there's plenty more where he comes from for sure
and he only reaped what he sowed boy,-
he only reaped what he sowed.
Death,
it is I who calls your name,
I call it openly with no fear,
and I would bear no shame,
should these words reach your ear,
Coward, I say I tire,
of you praying on the weak,
here is the life you desire,
here is the soul that you seek,
I am here.
Death,
if we are destined to meet,
then come, I await your call,
so this shall be the face that you greet,
and in glory may I fall,
not an old man in his bed,
in some far away December,
for long after I am dead,
this is the man history shall remember,
I am here.
Death,
for once be kind,
and into the darkness take me,
before age steals my mind,
before time or disease may break me,
In the fear of my foes,
in the hearts of comrades left behind,
in the whispers spoke throughout the ages,
let that be where my soul resides,
Now come.
He Will Be Remembered
A lone grave
Covered in weeds, trees and overgrowth
Lost deep in a Pennsylvania forest
A casualty of a war between brothers
One young man of many thousands who dies
A wooden marker marks its place
Did he fight to an honorable death?
Or did he die running from the fight?
Was he the first to die?
Or did he see his brothers in arms die before him?
Did he wear Union blue?
Was he dressed in pale Confederate grey?
His name long ago faded into time
Those who found his resting place
They may not know who he was or what he fought for
They do know that he died for his beliefs
They know he died a hero
They may not know who he was but he will be remembered
You will never see him grown.
No, it isn’t fair
to see you lying there,
wishing we could postpone
this thing written in the book.
Being who we are,
our road may be less far.
We may not have long to look,
for the pathway we should take.
What we see
as the who we wish to be,
may be short, narrow in the wake.
© Mar 27 2011
Time to say goodbye
time to reminisce
place your strength in memories
not times your going to miss
though the world may seem so dark
with emptiness inside
take your mind to happy times
with loved ones by your side
smile and think of days gone by
times you shared together
their body may have gone from you
sweet memories stay forever
I will see you again ,
In the rain ,
In the endless ocean ,
I will see you again in my dreams,
In the moonlit sky .
I will see you again ,
In a childs smile,
in a hopeful dream,
a sweet lullably,
I will see you again,
In heaven so wait for me there ,
I may take longer or i may be fast ,
I will see you again.
A fathers touch ain't like no other.
A mothers love could never smother..
Each can teach, love, hug and even hover.
The day may come no father no mother.
You will have nobody to bother a brother....
Laying dead, cold, can't speak...
Only hoping someone could be reached....
How can we judge or even measure our love.
As their soul flies like a dove; which one will it be heaven or hell...
Our roads are paved yet we're still enslaved.
Our minds could never erase.
What's real; what's fake, your having thoughts that can't be shaked.
The days are cold; nights even long your left listening to another sad song.
Hanging on those memories asking yourself what went wrong.
But its too late their gone.
Nothing happens that helps you forget...
You may even live with regret..
A fathers touch ain't like no other.
A mothers love could never smother..
Each can teach, love, hug and even hover.
The day may come no father no mother.
You will have nobody to bother a brother....
Laying dead, cold, can't speak...
Only hoping someone could be reached....
How can we judge or even measure our love.
As their soul flies like a dove; which one will it be heaven or hell...
Our roads are paved yet we're still enslaved.
Our minds could never erase.
What's real; what's fake, your having thoughts that can't be shaked.
The days are cold; nights even long your left listening to another sad song.
Hanging on those memories asking yourself what went wrong.
But its too late their gone.
Nothing happens that helps you forget...
You may even live with regret..
To whom it may concern, my body they can burn. Throw my ashes to the wind, a brand new
life I shall begin. Up above the world so high, I am now a cloud up in the sky. Upon the
earth I now look down, the things I see they make me frown. I watch the butterfly soft and
free, Im happy GOD has chosen me. I have no worry,I have no fear, I only wish that you
were here. To Whom It May Concern.