Best Life And Death Poems
Life and death across the sky
some must live and some
must die
Broken wings and slivers
showing
Shredded hopes the
wind is blowing
Feathers flying, hear the
call
Of the Night Hawk
through it all
Terror blotting out
the stars
Talons leaving
battle scars
Life and death across the
sky some will live and some will die.
Under the care of sun and rain
My leaves have unfurled
My buds have burst forth
My own will has been done
This was my beginning
Through the seasons
Spring brought me to life
Summer grew me to new heights
The fall must come sometime
The frost will encase my barbs
And I will return to meditation
Waiting patiently for my rebirth
For your light to peek through clouds
Your moon to hold me within night
When spring returns...
I will dance in the wind
A never ending flower
The dark is not so dark without a light
If you let your eyes adjust
Then you can really hear the crickets sing
The whole of a journey still to be traveled
is much like a novel begun
with threads of the story not yet unraveled
and windings of plot to be spun.
We’ve myriad paths to meander, assess.
The hours are long till midnight’s chime.
It seems like eternity, nevertheless,
‘tis only a twinkling in time.
The wise old mysterious owl, unsurpassed
at vigilance during the dark,
in the lore of the past could events forecast,
though lacking the song of the lark.
Still future tomorrows are anyone’s guess
when we’re in existence’s prime.
It seems like eternity, nevertheless,
‘tis only a twinkling in time.
Our lives stretch before us as endless array,
neath skies bright with starry wishes,
of vast possibilities all on display
or feast of enticing dishes.
To life’s great adventuring we acquiesce.
We’ve many a mountain to climb.
It seems like eternity, nevertheless,
‘tis only a twinkling in time.
The universe also has spans of ascent
(or multiverse, as some prefer,
having ‘bubbles’ in space of dimensions bent
with heavens discretely astir),
together with cycles of cosmic regress,
midst empyrean spheres sublime.
It seems like eternity, nevertheless,
‘tis only a moment in time.
On this earthly stage where we mortals play out
our shenanigans, seldom wise,
getting backed into corners with no way out,
till at last we open our eyes,
let’s endeavor our noblest selves to express
ere we bow out of pantomime,
for while seeming eternal, nevertheless,
‘tis only a moment in time…
~ Harley White
Dandelions, babies crying
walking in the woods,
astronomy, philosophy
chickadees and childhood.
Speckled trout, (a technical knock-out)
strawberries red and sweet,
winter, spring, summer, fall
Butterfinger and little "Twinkie" treats.
Dragon flies, questions why
There’s anything at all,
Making mistakes baking cup cakes
Cumulous clouds and rainfall.
Dancing, prancing and romancing
singing by-gone songs,
Christmas giving, loving, living
here at home and gone.
Wishing wells, magic spells
rivers, lakes, seashores,
children growing never knowing
what's in store.
Big parades in sun and shade
wild animals in the park,
ice cold beer and someone near
when comets pass in the dark.
Climbing mountains, drinking fountains
Liars, tricksters, cheats,
Saving grace and holiness
And poetry that speaks.
Dishes, wishes
and a pocketful of dreams,
Timbuctoo, Kalamazoo
New York and New Orleans.
And boats that sail watching whales
reading, writing books,
never-ending always spending
money on good looks.
History, wizardry and mysteries
inside a grain of sand,
life and death like old Macbeth
we may never understand.
While enjoying the beauty, Life says, " Follow my steps..."
15.03.16
Written: September 15, 2023
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In the halter of destiny, we are all bound.
A monody of souls dissemble and found
With every lynch of trice vicious hand,
We quest to the ossuary of the apex land.
Yet in this hoedown of life and death,
We descry trices to canonize our breath.
In the equidistant cuddle, we share,
We ascertain solace in the clad of despair.
Through brittle nights and rallying days,
We quest to unfetter from the maze.
Omega awaits to clarify our fate.
Ablaze of stinging anguish, we can't abate.
Inanimate entities, ephemeral, and plain,
As a ripple of anguish sways, weep in pain
Aside from that, the cosmic harbinger sky
Espies our destruction with a silent sigh.
An epidemic of metempsychosis,
We inherit the legacy of pestilence psychosis.
On hiemal days and hibernal nights,
We bear the stature of sorrow's bite.
In every epoch of fugacity,
We quest for repeal—a wink of clarity.
Bequeath and madness, we strive to overcome
Nocuous menace to switch what we've become.
We often embellish it as life is so anxious.
Our roots still hold the pinnacle to progress.
Decisiveness, anguish, and an urge to revoke.
Lead exposure us to a nonlethal stroke.
The dance of life and death is an exquisite art.
Delight and anguish entwine—never apart.
At the pinnacle of this poetic tale,
We ascertain that life's heirloom prevails.
Though pestilence and grief endeavor to bind,
We have the incite to bequeath them all behind.
So let us dance, with hearts bridled high.
Embracing the madness as we reach for the sky
LIFE and DEATH
Those have passed away, where they might had been?
But I believe in reincarnation
as delightful wishes for our dear kin.
May be illogical expectation.
I pay tribute honoring expiry,
But I hope somewhere my loved one is born.
What’s the end, if death be mandatory?
If soul be immortal, how could be torn?
After death body goes on cremation
Is there any identity of soul?
Unsolvable eternal equation.
Life plays a mystic miraculous role.
Those have passed away, where they might had been?
But I believe in reincarnation.
07/20/19
90th Heavenly Birthday The Most Beautiful Sonnet
Contest by William Kekaula
Life got the best of me
...death got the rest of me
Life
When the world understood corona reality
The global struggle creates unreal conditions
Death
09.04.2020
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Covid-nineteen is no joke,
It is a global concern;
Causing servitude or yoke,
This virus we must discern.
The whole world is in panic,
Doing all to fight the threat;
Methods are systematic,
To be free from woes and fret.
World Health Organization
Is searching for a vaccine;
To combat the infection,
A ship is in quarantine.
This problem is just serious,
We should all work hand in hand;
We will emerge victorious,
Obeying the right command.
Proper hygiene is vital,
So is the immune system;
This disease is so fatal,
We should defeat this mayhem.
There must be no time to waste,
The enemy multiplies;
Everything must be in place,
So that no more patient dies.
Form: Tanaga
Many plan to live for ever
But can only try
Death always visits
No matter how hard we cry
Faith in longevity is ill-judged
Life spans vary
Time rolls by
One day we are welcomed
Another we have to say goodbye
To be distressed about death
Is to want to go on and on
None can out last the end
The biggest question is WHEN
Living and dying are twins
That cancel out each other
Only one can take the stage
But they are eternal bedfellows
The only truth we know
Is that we who live must die
This is our only steadfast truth
Any other idiom is a lie
When we are stone cold
That’s when life stops
An obvious statement
That the daily grind of living cannot forget
Three score ten?
That’s a myth from way back then
You are here one minute
And gone the next
All before you live
The life you thought best
Death is here to stay
It outlives the now
It cannot be bribed
It cannot be bargained with
It just takes as it sees fit
Luckily it only comes
After you have lived
. No matter what our differences may be,
In the end, we all come to the same conclusion.
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Written: May 8, 2011
Author: Elaine- Cecelia George, of Canada
For: Brian Strand's contest - What you Will
Awarded: 2nd place
My roots are strong surrounded by dirt. I am watered by the down pour of rain,
and
sprinkled water. As I start to grow and come alive I become stronger by the
nourishment
I receive. The sun beats down on me and stimulates my growth, and I am
comforted. My
leaves begin to turn green and stick out like a small birds feather. I am looked
upon
and admired for my outer beauty. I begin to get stronger and stronger and then I
start
to shed, and my leaves fall away. seasons change and I feel cold and stiff as I
turn
brown in color. My beauty decreases as I age then I die, but yet I return from
death
just to start life all over again.
Life and death
Life
Beautiful, Joyous
Changing, challenging, fulfilling
Amazing experiences, until the enemy comes
Depressing, distressing, ending
Sorrowful, finality
Death
John Derek Hamilton
October 20,2016