Best Deaths Poems
I
fear
the night
most of all-
when voices whisper
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September 23, 2019
Poetry/Fibonacci/since their deaths
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1183-334-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for, FFI Series 7, Fibonacci
Brian Strand
Podium Place 2
Poem of the Day, September 25, 2019
The saddest thing in life, some think is death,
for separation is a deep abyss.
No longer can one talk to loved one gone,
and lips still hunger of the lover's kiss
Yet sadder seems to be the death of love.
A life that's shared devoid of passion's flame
is seen in eyes that fill with cold disdain.
When lips refuse to kiss, one turns in shame.
Two souls apart, yet one by others seen.
A shroud mistaken for a lover's veil
that covers not a frenzied warm embrace
Just requiem of love in stifled wail
The death of love is worse than death of life,
If yet unsure of this, then ask a wife
Eileen Manassian
I hope this letter, to you, a stranger
Becomes a letter to a friend
As we travel on this journey to its end
Yes we’ll start off as mere strangers
Trying to share the selfsame track
And what matter, if you stray a little
For I'll just lift you up and bring you back
I will steady you if you stumble
Catch you if you fall
Hold your hand when you get weary
Guide and protect you through it all
Oh I pray you learn to love life with a passion
With a zest and inner smiles
For that in truth, is the secret fuel
That will drive you countless miles
If loving life is too hard right now
If deep worry spreads across your brow
And your health is not as good at it might be
Well don’t fret my new - found friend
Just stay with me until the end
And that youthfulness will bloom again you’ll see
Together we will tackle any fear
Banish doubts when they are near
Grow a smile when one is lacking
For you have always got my backing
I’ll help you always go the extra mile
Help you scale mountaintops in style
Then I sincerely promise you will find
Life will love you back in kind
In more ways than you would ever guess
Adding life to years and years to life no less
For your circumstances always follow thought
And a life worth living is never cheaply bought
I’ll keep you on the straight and narrow
If you will but let me take the lead
As if we stick together on the journey
We cannot fail but to succeed
And no longer will we be strangers
But partners till the end
Now that’s a heart felt promise to a friend
She drifted past the spiral arms in white,
A shadow snuffing galaxies to dark.
She held the dying pulsars to her breast,
Like children, singing chaos into sleep.
"Do not be frightened," hummed to worlds of ice,
"The dark is velvet-deep, you are not lost."
She swept the dust of nations into glass,
Preserving lovers' vows before they broke.
There is a beauty in the sudden halt,
Perfection in the stop, like gravity
That waits to catch the ocean in its fall.
She severed light from heat, and form from mass,
A cold tranquility beneath the storm.
So infinite her mercy, grace so strange,
She wiped the seat of life from Nature's face.
For eons she has walked, the gardener,
Who plucks the solar systems like a bloom.
She does not take with malice or with hate,
She only opens wide the iron door.
And now she stands before your yellow sun,
To answer with a kiss the final call.
You tremble at her silence?
Fear the end?
You think she brings the night to kill the stars?
She weeps to see you breathe, knowing the truth.
She is not here to hollow out your soul;
She kills you now to save you from the Hunger.
Weak and weary is the new physical outlook
while the skin remolds with lots of longitudes.
Hair dyed by nature itself,
Washed by legacies spreading
like the waves of an excited sea.
History presented with a new garment
through positive actions in great magnitude.
Looking back the steps, decorated with humanity’s smiles,
awarded so many caps and acquiring the ranks of a sir.
As the cycle completes as expected,
time will act and never change its attitude.
The sounds of death’s trumpet giving out a call
gradually gets there to first give a humble bow.
In his house, hades spreads the red carpet
Setting up a trip so far and permanent.
The journey is over,
a triumphant entry ensures into everlasting solitude
Screams, screeches, groans and wails,
Brutalities, agonies, torture, and blood,
Tear Gases, pallet guns, bullets and bombs
Humanity sobs, world is falling apart
Does anyone care?
Kids are blinded
Men are jailed
Women are molested
The old are tortured
Luckily, you have food
Billions are starving
You have a warm blanket
Trillions live under the frigid sky
Dreams are murdered
Voices are unheard
Wishes are being blurred
Every heart has become graveyard
Sweet melodies step down as Sighs take over the throne
Rainbow of Joy is washed off by the deluge of tears
Soul of humanity becomes a pray of endless wild Forest of Wars
While atrocities have robbed Jaws of their smiles..
Yet you say the world is beautiful??
Yeah, for you, as you are at peace….
Come out of your palace
You will see….
Sky painting itself red!
Butterflies renouncing their dreams
Birds with trimmed wings
Blood oceans, barren trees, burnt houses,
Teared eyes, and shattered bodies
Earth is ugly
Earth is savage
Earth is a cage
Earth is but a jinxed place
(10-02-2020)
Paghunda Zahid
A burden of sorrow is given to this man.
A deluge of hate is on him as he struggles through the sand.
Loving eyes he bestows to all, through his pain.
Earth's loving life cries with heartbroken rain.
The gift of love is given and needs to be broken.
A soft, gentle wind blows through the words spoken.
Now, light hides in death's dark shadow of woe.
Every inequity of man is revealed below.
Justice rips apart the veil as, in fear, they hide.
The Earth trembles as the blood drips from his side.
As the man cries out with last breath taken.
Oh Father, Oh Father, why am I forsaken?
My Son, my son, you have given your all.
Now my children are rescued from this fall.
You have taught well and it’s time to rise.
For all of life now, will heal in your radiant light.
Deaths Love
The story of love that was never supposed to unfold
Is the saddest story to ever behold
For Death was never suppose to love
But their was an angel above
Her angel lips was a sight Death desired
But would never acquire
She was so beautiful that the sky lit up around her
Deaths day would go by in a blur
Soon Deaths job was forgotten
Which left no one to rotten
Death would wait forever just to be with his angel
Though the love would be fatal
After no one died for a year the angel confronted Death
Death had to take a large breath
Then he told the angel about how he loved her
She told him that the love would never exist and to forget them together
Saddened Death began to murder
All the innocent which lead to him becoming a monster
The angel he loved was the only one who could save him
Which lead to the angel to sit on a broken limb
Now Death was left without a head
The angel was kicked out of Heaven and left on a deathbed
And when she was close to dying she could hear Death cry
Which she could only say goodbye
And as she took one final breath
Death realized he was the one to cause her death
So he said goodbye to the world and he could only decide
To commit the worse crime that was suicide
Your words are knives
And I have no more
Smiles to cover the
Scars.
Hollow eyes stare
Ahead at a crippled
Future.
Veins full with the
Poison of self-hatred
Pump to your
Heart.
A life wasted on
The horrors of the world.
A test subject born
To lose.
Added to the number
Of how many
Have failed.
An insignificant death.
4,600
The booster is in town
trying to keep Omicron down
The governemnet is scared
the coronavirus has reflared
People will get sick
With this guy ever so quick
Are there any doctors and nurses around?
we need all hands on the ground
The UK has lost the plot
And Australia is being lead by clots
Lots of people will die
And many families will cry
But it was all worth it
All that true determination and grit
We saved the economy
surely you don't believe in astrology
Margaret Thatcher died
And so did Mouseketeer Annette.
Just one of them is somebody
I never could forget.
For she was part of childhood,
In my home, just like a friend,
Until she disappeared
When Mickey Mouse Club had to end.
Her movies didn’t thrill me;
Seems like boys liked them the best,
Which made me wish that someday
I’d have something like her chest.
I never did; yet she remains
A vision from my youth,
A Mouseketeer forever
(Not my favorite one, in truth).
So Thatcher’s long obituary
Wasn’t one I read.
Annette’s, which brought me to my past,
Was what I read instead.
In the dark
ticking of the clock
along the ancient walls
silence is deafening
echoes in the halls
the moon glows, cold
as its bright moonbeams
are sliced into sliver ribbons
across the floor
sliding across the tattered door
nothing stirs all is unmoved
a shadow sits nodding, near
an archway it lingers
as darkness is never complete
the fire struggles with its blaze
its embers are lazy crimson, orange
they die in deaths silent, flames
wile wind dances
in the skeletons of winters trees
where there’s only a sliver to trace,
intricate patterns in moonlight n shadows
as a clock strikes, the infinite
tick
tick
tick (x3)
Tock
in the deep dark
still unmarked by the settling clock
as pale moonbeams are sliced
on forgotten dusty floors
a shadow sits nodding, in silence...
near the ancient doors...
a one way ticket
travel that final journey
to see, but not seen
Upon the battlefield lamentation, sear
In war strife lands both far and near
There they sought to sketch in war, unclear
Though shunned death which they fear
The war had naught to do with slaves,
Nor in a world which Freedom lives and strives
Yet having seen this light before in other guise
But not without the cost of human lives
And of this war which they did not choose
They sought the grains of hidden truth
On bent knee’s they seek to soothe
While anthem plays; they proudly salute
Within in the crowd a loudly cheer
When stars and stripes it does appear
A message send both loud and clear
Patriotism shall never disappear.
Deaths Door
Every night I go to bed,
I could have one last thought in my head.
I have sleep apnea where I can lose my breath,
One night it could be the cause of my death.
There was a time my wife would hear my gasping for air,
My wife would roll me over or wake me out of fear.
Now alone without my wife,
Any night could be an end to my life.
I’m not afraid if I should die,
We will be together again my wife and I.
No one to hear me gasp or hear me snore,
No one here to keep me from deaths door.