Best Die Poems
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
fantastic make believe world
my family, and my friends.
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 be plenty,
Will the few that knew me laugh at me,
Or will children and elders cry for me,
Killed violently,would someone die for me,
Would my over-seas friends,really fly for me,
When "Across the Bridge"is sung,and the dust thrown in,
Will I be spotless or filled with sin,
Will the pastor preach that the Lord I had found,
When I am burnt or put under the ground,
Will my kids be comforted,I prepared for death,
Or will they be angry,I left them in debt,
One thing is for sure,death for the living,
So live your life to the the fullest,from the beginning....
If it is not watered with love passion, responsibility,
Humor, sensuality, fun, trust, respect and loyalty,
Petal by petal, and leaf by leaf it is bound to die,
Too late, too late to cry.
Treasure each other, as you would a vintage wine,
Chill out, enjoy a romantic restaurant and dine,
Hold hands and look into each other’s eyes,
In summer, choose a table under star studded skies.
Respect is an absolute dire necessity,
Learn together to face life with its every adversity,
And disagree maybe but talk everything through,
And count your blessings that are far more than few.
Never go to bed angry with each other,
This is your husband or wife, your lifetime lover,
For you will wake up in the same frame of mind,
And perhaps this is not being understanding or kind.
Be proud of your partner you vowed to love forever,
Let no one come between you, make life an adventure,
Say ‘I love you' at least three times in a day,
Have no secrets, life will be happy in every possible way.
POTD 14/10/24
Just An Old Poet, Holding On Until I Die
I write verse, live in the moment and score the past
oft revealing naked truths that set some aghast,
yet with rhyme and reason, I ink stain each white page,
some even tried to knock me off the poet's stage.
Tho' pen, paper and I felt no panicking fear
my course was set, but it was not always so clear,
wrote furiously for a time, to make my mark,
world brutally beat me, prospects were very stark.
As time flowed on by, and with wisdom slowly gained
inking pages, I saw they were not so badly stained,
life had given perspective and a renewed lease
although not Jason, I had found my golden fleece.
Just an old poet, holding on until I die
poetry is my treasure, do not ask me why!
Sonnet: 6-14-2018
Live Or Die, You Couldn't Do Both
Upon that dark ground, life was bloody and blue
all dark mists brought more than was due.
Dusty storms, blew about with black hands of Fate
lost as hurt seemed to escalate.
Within hidden shrouds, nights ate sad, dying souls
you cried within odd rhythmic rolls.
Never again, never again, your sworn oath
live or die, you couldn't do both.
Crying for rest on that spirit-eating ground
dancing along but with no sound.
Whenever that rare day's gleaming sun did shine
you grabbed it fierce, saying its mine.
Greatest of dreams was life would find saving lights
hope shown, banishing blackest nights.
Robert J. Lindley, 11-13-2016
Sonnet form, Lin 11, 8 ...
Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line: 11 8 11 8 0 11 8 11 8 0 11 8 11 8 0 11 8
Total # Syllables: 133
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 102
Sometimes quotes are all that we leave behind... quote by poet
I told them I'm tired now
time stands still a casual acquaintance without breaths
death is not gracious just an unfaithful companion
sorrowful sombre soul slumbers
bound to uncharted waters I'm drowning..
loyal morning birds chant mournful melodies on repeat
strumming to heartbeats
mishmash medley of images reverberate repeatedly
regretful reminders
leave an emptiness behind
echoes float like ghosts..
I can hear a billion souls but I'm deaf free from those
bitter and remorseful ignorant uncultured
without realisation of words unspoken
what could have been should have been but was not
it's too late regret is an unfaithful belief
loved ones stare upon my grave shivers and silence
anguish and grief pain and relief
I'm paralysed
unable to rise
to wipe their tears and fears..
craving to have one more chance to make amends
to express my emotions to show greater devotion
it's too late nothing is immortal love we share only a memory
in times when my scent reappears smile that I existed
love with all of your heart..
I was never lost never found
misunderstanding led to impassive pretending
I became too preoccupied building walls
they failed to overcome and conquer
yet I was no fortress..
legacies left behind reveal with time
words written words unwritten surreptitious or controversial
unimportant for remembrance die with me
maybe grim reaper will listen...
Your voice rose gold
touching deep beauty
If I were a cloud
I would rain kisses all over you
It was no secret that she was in love with the rain
Landing on paradise
blown away like a hurricane
Lifting me of my feet
floating in your beautiful words
To set sail in strong love storm
Dance with me in grace
If love is gentle like you
Long gentle kiss awaiting warm and soft lips
Holding hands your grace
joy lights up inside every shadow
Dreaming by candlelight
The obsession tiny diamonds from heaven pour
Take me with you into your dreams
where I will be happy and free with you forever more
Within the angel rays of sunlight sparkle
A tantalizing sensation wowed by the gaze
Together we will travel through
the unknown path of rose petals
Twelve red roses softly blush scarlet
wishing in the heavens for you
we will sing in another world angel
Maiden of the ocean whispering waves
Each one salted with your spices
Let the waves hypnotize us
In Magic moments we shared so much more
Trying to soak everything in, not wasting any time
Dream of a thousand lifetimes beyond compare
Gentle winds kissing you a queen in four corners
within warm pockets inside fingers of air
Written by L. Mcdaid & A-L Andresen :) 10.07.2015
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
The roses of September the first
They know the dance is almost over
Slowly the life shall bleed from the stem
Beauty shall wilt
The winds shall blow away the memories
Bagpipers four deep and six long
Shall march upon botanical grounds
In remembrance of those brave souls long ago
Stoic the march, the notes lingering in the air
Falling on the deaf ears, of the already departed
Two swords laid as the cross
Highland dances of youth,
Old photographs lieing burned in the trash
Marching forth, to old peoples applause
They march towards their own death
Overlook there, over the sea, look closer
Shall you see the dust that covers me?
Twenty four reasons to die
Yet here I am on the twenty fifth
Wishing for only one
It’s our second date.
On our first date we talked until sun rise
all I wanted to do was to keep looking at you,
to keep looking at your lips,
to keep looking at your eyes,
listen to you attentively.
I should tell you
I was resentful
of the morning light
placed a dot
on chapter one
of you and me.
This time we start our date
at my favourite restaurant.
You tell me you love it.
We dine in the divine atmosphere
of two strangers slowly becoming friends.
Your laugh sends joy
back to my past,
through to my future,
your laugh is my joyful present .
Your smile hugs my body.
I think you may be the one.
Then I wonder if I spoke my thought out loud.
Coincidentally you suddenly hold my hand
with both of yours
as you speak to me looking at me eye to eye.
I swear I want to die,
now,
in this perfect moment,
in this perfect us.
I don’t remember leaving.
I do leave
but this time I don’t feel alone.
This time I feel you with me.
I start to laugh happy in this silly me.
I paint you from memory
on the retina of my eye.
I fall asleep
just to
visit you
in my dreams.
04~12~2014
Maurice Yvonne
cascading crystals fall......... like
rhinestones from the sky
a shower of ,
your endless love
on me before I die.
At a carnival- in my dream
I saw an old man had made
a rocket - and blasted off
I saw it go overhead and at first thought
It was a decoy
because no-one could come back to Earth safely
From such a blast
Then - I assumed because he was old
he wanted to die in a
Blaze of glory
Next I see his rocket turn into a parachute
And he has on snow skis and poles
We all make a space for him to land.
As he lands - the street turns into a river-
and he manages to land upright
on the skis - on the water.
But I think then he had a heart attack
From the joy of landing
Suzanne Delaney
Speechless clementine horizons infuse lilac hues,
tinting twilight's tepid breeze, reflecting sensually,
kissing tranquil waters, forming momentary ripples.
Chocolate cosmos awake greeted by fresh frangipani,
blending luscious flavours into an aromatic paradise.
Mockingbirds serenade sun into a silent slumber, its
fluorescent friend parades a galaxy of pellucid pearls.
Menagerie trails lead to zeniths where only eagles soar,
where vermilion dahlia sneak through mountainous smoke,
isolated by time - haunted by ghosts of ancestral Apache.
Silent One
6 January 2018
Example for 10 word and 10 lines challenge contest.
Ten words used:
Menagerie
Vermilion
Infuse
Mockingbirds
Twilight
Frangipani
Luscious
Pellucid
Ancestral
Ripples
A sad moon rises this night.
While emptiness fills a lonely cup.
The stars have fallen from sight,
love has died, eyes faced up.
All the roses bend, turning brown.
Here covered in blackness, I'll drown.
Streching forth my hand out,
to grasp the empty air.
Clutching my loneliness and doubt,
to scream life is unfair.
Finding no heart to care.
Where do you turn,
when love is broken?
How deep the burn,
when tears have spoken?
Confusion now reaps,
from passion's cause.
My heart weeps,
pulsating still,
losing will,
dying.
For Andrea Dietrich's contest I Don't Know
A wrong path taken a sudden curve in the road.
So you take a fall over some false code.
Thrown in a cell.
Taking the blame for thoose secrets we never tell.
Concrete walls cast shadows over sky.
So many souls trapped watching dreams die.
You had a little baby now she's a cute little girl so you learn.
Years drag slowly as pinwheels turn.
No one plans on making loved ones
cry.
In a place life does not exist.
You spend your time watching dreams die.
Was it the system or just a stupid mistake.
Long after the bars.
The guilt alone you will take.
You missed your mothers funeral but her
her heart died with you.
A letter informed a inmate his marriage
was threw.
You lost part of your life this you cannot
deni.
Trapped behind bars watching dreams
die.
Why would a 12-year girl want to die?
What would make a 12-year-old girl end her life?
Why would a 12-year-old girl want to say goodbye?
Now I lay here with an empty bottle of pills by my side.
It was just too much to hide.
My little brother found me on my bathroom floor.
He went screaming out the door.
The ambulance came and I heard voices fading away.
I can still make out what they say.
Why would a 12-year girl want to die?
What would make a 12-year-old girl end her life?
Why would a 12-year-old girl want to say goodbye?
Now I lay in a hospital bed.
He can’t hurt you anymore the nurse said.
Thank god the gun box was locked.
Now theirs a knock.
The cops came in and said my sister talked.
They said after what my father did he will never walk.
Why would a 12-year girl want to die?
What would make a 12-year-old girl end her life?
Why would a 12-year-old girl want to say goodbye?
He came in my room at night.
Something’s a child just cant fight.
Tired of living with this dirty feeling.
Tired of all together feeling.
Why Daddy Why?
Why would you make me cry, lie, and all-together die?
Why would a 12-year girl want to die?
What would make a 12-year-old girl end her life?
Why would a 12-year-old girl want to say goodbye?
Mom didn’t know.
She said it wasn’t my fault and beyond my control.
They said there were more.
They just were scared to come forward before.
Now I’m on the stand facing a child molester.
The lawyer asks my father.
Why would a 12-year girl want to die?
What would make a 12-year-old girl end her life?
Why would a 12-year-old girl want to say goodbye?
What did you do that was so bad that your daughter wanted to die?