Best Frightened To Death Poems

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Lyrics to "The Sound Of Silence"

Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains within the sound...

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She looked in dismay at her mail today,
her bills are mounting, how will she pay?

Soon a mother to be, and unable to work,
thoughts of regret, for trusting that jerk.

Caught up in a moment, she let herself go,
her Prince Charming is here no more.

Only eighteen, and...

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There was an old lady from Ireland 
Who was frightened to death by a brass band
We watched with dismay
As without delay
They buried her corpse in the band stand








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What happened to poor Easter Bunny, was it murder, misfortune or fate?
What to tell the children when the treats are unforgivably late.......

It could have been the tooth fairy, accidently raining teeth as she flew by
Poor Bunny pierced by sharp teeth, extremely deadly from way up...

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He sits on the tulip as the petals close,
drenched in red, soaked,
a bruise on his neck, whips pound his chest,
and they say he died of overdose.

men avert from his death, women hide,
sums of money were paid,made to confide,
clouds tear up as they look from above,
he...

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Hands tick in motion but I hear naught         
of the onslaught of killing time depicted. 
Minutes run past me in tarred darkness
as the visions in my brain are obscured.

Clocks eat away moments of my life.
I admit I'm...

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A face in a crowd grows numb on the subway
which hides evening’s woe, then closes a day,
mirroring grief across late Autumn’s  sky
to wrestle with angst she cannot deny
like one thorn circling down from a fogged  lair
while hours pound  this final ache quite...

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The lonely old man wrinkled he's aged,
he's gone into care he feels like he's caged.

Weak he's fragile but his mind is in tact,
the way life is it's a matter of fact.

The lonely old man he's missing his wife,
waiting to die looking back o his life

Looking...

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~The Beautiful Hands of the Bridegroom(A true story)
   "Imagine a lovely garden, tea for two, and this story . . . "


~My grandmother called me one day disturbed  by a recurring open vision, 
  saying, “Two beautiful hands were let down...

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I came back to you in September
you were quiet then
still,
like you used to be,
when men were men
and I was just a child

When the smell of the fish docks
mingled well with the stench of the slaughter from the cattle market
and an early morning crescendo of hooters...

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Everyone is born to achieve that goal
A goal in which most of us try to cheat
Life was never given but it was stole
A cycle in which itself will defeat

Every second we all die a bit more
The future holds one true promise of death
As we move...

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I feel your breath, still frightened to death,
But as long as, I have faith in my prayers.
Nothing else matters.

The rivals don't know, the power of mother,
Who stands by you, who loves and cares.
Nothing else matters.

You are safe in my arms, open your eyes,
Let me kiss...

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As the boys walked and walked
Through the forest of many lost souls
The boys began to feel they were lost
And would never find old man withers gold

But as the boys, were about to give up
The oldest had another feeling
And decided to look up
There he saw, what...

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Such a busy life some parents 
have, running here and running there...
never telling their kids to sit down
and have a serious talk with them.
Yes, all kids should be heard,
yes, all kids shouldn't be silent: that's
when they start to break down 
and take their anger somewhere....

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Cautiously my three walked to the porch.
Two doors to choose from, spiders all around.
Spooky and eerie lit by an old dungeon torch.
Skeletons were hanging, eyeballs looking down.
Huddled together, six eyes on old “Frank”
Frightened to death worse than walking a plank.
They bravely approached; Frankenstein encroached.
The oldest...

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