Best Dieing Poems
Worst death dieing in silent
Once shot to death
Is far better than a
Multiple death
Fear kills you every times
It kills you slowly
Like a cancer
Fear makes you settle for
The worst as it deprive you
From the real you
Too many trouble in the world
In between the root
You will always find fear
Once shot to death
Is far better than a
Multiple death
Is better live life with yourself
Knowledge
Than help with fear
Always building the gangs dreams
Is better obedient to your soul
Than serve as a fool till death!
For living with fear is like
The worst death dieing in silent
Where the dieing world exist
Devalued lifes
Full of shadows
Of slaves
Where poverty live
With out evacuation
So if you ever care
Please
Help preserve the third world where
The dieing world exist
The door closes on my mind,
As I sit here and think.
My mind burns with hurt,
I stare at an empty drink.
My mind races,
Its continues on overload.
All the pain it's been through,
My confidence has now slowed.
The up's and downs of my life,
I have really questioned over the last year.
I have even questioned,
All the things I hold dear.
Is it worth it anymore,
Always standing alone in the rain.
Is it really worth it,
All this torment of my brain.
You never know what it's like,
Till you'r life falls apart.
Till it drains you of everything,
Even you'r heart.
What tortured soul lies,
Dead and unmoving towards life,
But my dieing soul.
My day began as many before, get myself dressed and head out the door.
Rushing to work pushing the minute, im almost late, but i won't admit it.
I get to work, no momment to spare, not even time to straighten my hair.
I rush to the clock, punch myself in, no momment to spare can't talk to my friends.
Time clock clicks, 1 minute to spare, I made it on time, one heck of a scare.
Long day ahead, this it will be, another close call, no late night for me.
I spend each day overworked and tired, afraid to complain, i just might get fired.
My shift now ends right on time, another day of torture, im working for dimes.
Times are hard, money is tight, when can i rest, which moment is right.
I work and save, my life goes nowhere, struggle each momment, does anyone care.
I kneel and pray for life to ease up, I get no answer, i want to give up.
With sweat and tears, we built the nation, why do we suffer from this aggravation.
When will it stop, when will it end, when can we start all over again.
Our hands are tied, we are not to blame, when the suffering ends, what will remain.
Homeless families, children who starve, when we need help, there is noone in charge.
Open your mind, and use your head, save this nation before it's dead.
Please help the people, we are alone, we pick up the pieces, but only find stone.
Terry B.
4/25/2012.
"At This Very Moment"
~~~For my new friend....."Allseasonsverse"
It's a rainy Tuesday morning at an early time of day;
as I sit at my breakfast table my feet begin to sway.
My mind drifts to the dawn of just the other day;
I decided to visit a new friend; to hear what she
had to say.
She has a unique way about her; of a different style.
So I took a seat to settled down to stay for just
awhile.
I skimmed through All the seasons she had gathered
and compiled
Alas! I eyed a verse of hers and my lips begin to smile.
She has a gift of encouraging words; and that of
healing hands.
To be a friend and a kindred spirit is marvelously
super Grand!
To Know that "At This Very Moment", she makes weary
heart's content, as she listens to sounds of prayers;
and to dying souls repent.
She holds their hand and raises their heads as they're
laying in their beds.
Whispers gentle words of comfort; happily giving them
their meds.
It's her job to keep them company assuring they're
never alone;
to bow with them in silent prayer the very moment
their souls atone.
'Tis the honor and privilege of the nursing ladies
and gents.
A prevalent premise of the many ways their time on
earth is spent.
We Hail to Ye who spread light and love all around the
Universe; and to they who mend wounds and heal spirits
Every day throughout "Allseasonsverse"
Frankly speaking, she is not only __one of the many few;
She's a loving and kind friend of new __
and one of my many first.
Thank you for your service and friendship!
What life I had,
Lies dieing in my arms,
My childhood has past,
I’m grownup now,
I have to get it together,
But my dieing life remains,
The flicker of life,
Is my flicker of hope,
The little childishness I have left,
Is dieing,
But still there.
My heart beating wildy,
my ears are pounding,
my knees are shaking,
and my life is ending,
I can' breath,
and my hands are shaking,
and I think my heart's stopped beating,
I can't tell if I'm dead or alive,
am I breathing?
am I closing my eyes?
I don't know,
don't ask me,
I think I'm dieing,
I know I'm crying,
Please let me live again!
The silence is beckoning from the center of a deafening room.
sound giving silence meaning understood by the expulsion of those who are doomed.
the irritable laughter, rumors and whispers and lies.
the deception draws near me with sophisticated intelligent guise.
the words that flow from tongue to ear are like fuses to semtex in the brain.
an explosion so great that only a few who understand the awakening can explain.
the sorrow and emptiness misguided laughter and pain.
misunderstood, misdiagnosed overwhelmed by the hatred and blame
the prideful transgression that they refuse to claim
will be their demise that will bring them to flames.
the denial of truth and the bold display of pride
exudes ones emptiness and vacancy inside
though the act of denial is successive in all manners of flesh
the acceptance of truth and repentance is ones ultimate test.
so pick up your cross and walk your green mile
cause dieing like jesus is dieing in style!
Drowning in my sorrow, the pain I can not withstand
Time they say is borrowed, for death I do not understand
Render repentance for my sins, make good on promises said
Purity of the heart, now prepare my final bed
The beast within cannot be tamed, it's consumed me as a whole
Its venom spreading through my veins, God please help me,
Lay mercy on my soul
Embrace me love, where are you now,
this silence hurts...
....dieing.
Embrace this hate, its never the same,
my heart it numbs...
....dieing.
Take my hand let me show the way,
see my eyes...
....dieing.
I don't understand how people can put a timeline on someone's death some say try to prepare hes dying, He looked good the other day tonight we're all so afraid to close your eyes worried of falling asleep the heart so so heavy that if I was dose off even for a split moment, terrified to open my eyes cause he may be gone. As if I was high on drugs in a fairytale this can't be real.
One of these days I won't be afraid anymore.
One of these days........
One if these days my hand won't shake and I won't hesitate....
One of these days....
One of these days I'll be brave.
I'll push down hard enough.
And as I exhale the last of my breath, release will finally come.
One of these days.....
my life starts to fade away
i struggle as i lose my breath
and when im gone i won't come back
i scream until theres nothing left
then i start to slowly die
12ft under in the ground
i scream but no one hears my cry
i scream but no one hears a sound
im buried under fate and guilt
im buried under dirt and tears
my scarred face, so pale
ive waited for this moment for years.
OH MY RIVER,YOU ARE MY PAIN !
THEY KILLING YOU FOR THEIR OWN GAIN....
WE ARE WORRYING WITH A HARD PAIN YOU ARE DIEING,
WE CAN ONLY DO FOR YOU, THAT IS PRAYING.......
OH MY RIVER! WE ARE CRYING FOR YOU.......
OH MY RIVER ! WE ARE PRYING FOR YOU......